From sunrise to sunset.
This day of walking streets and threading alleys had only just barely come to an end.
Yet Chu Mu did not return home either. It was not until nearly curfew that he walked out of Mingxin Hall.
Last night's storm, for the Nanshan Patrol Bureau, had undoubtedly been a case of losing the wife and the troops alike.
The crucial corpse was already gone, so naturally there was no longer any need to place the whole town under martial law.
Nanshan Town had already been extremely desolate, and now that the patrollers standing guard and patrolling all over the streets had vanished, this deep night was as gloomy and silent as a ghost town.
Especially after last night's battle, in which quite a few patrollers had been killed or wounded, the town, already so empty that birds could nest on its thresholds, was once again covered in white funeral banners and flying paper money, adding several more shades of terror to the gloom.
Chu Mu did not walk quickly. His brows were faintly furrowed, but his attention was not on the darkness and gloom before him. It still lingered on the rich harvest he had gained over the course of the day.
The greatest gain of the day lay in combining theory with practice.
And the greatest aspect of that combination lay in medicinal materials—or rather... medicinal properties.
Chu Mu placed the half stalk of herb in his hand into his mouth and slowly chewed it.
At the same time, "Spirit Radiance Blessing" abruptly descended.
The dregs of the herb were still in his mouth, but the juice he had chewed out had already slid down his throat and into his belly.
Chu Mu could clearly sense the circulation of qi and blood, and he could