The next day, the weather cleared.
During the national mourning, white lanterns hung along almost every stretch of street, and all entertainment establishments had closed. The vast city looked a little more desolate.
After attending to Wanyi, Xie Jinhuan carried Big Coal Ball, who kept bobbing its head, to the Wanan County Yamen. A few questions told him Uncle Fei and the others were in the morgue.
The Dried Corpse Case had far-reaching implications. Ever since Ye Shirong's arrest, the case had been handed over to the Directorate of Celestial Observation and the Scarlet Qilin Guard, and the bodies had been transferred there too. Now the morgue held nothing but unfamiliar new corpses.
Yang Dabiao had come to Capital City on official business. Having become involved in quite a few matters along the way, he had also received generous rewards from the Imperial Court. With the case over, he should have gone home to his wife and children.
But his brother had soared into the heavens in a single bound. If Yang Dabiao went home now, wouldn't he miss a splendid future? So he continued cadging food and drink at the County Yamen. At present, he was shooting the breeze with Fei Ji in the morgue:
"I'm not bragging, but that ghost cultivator's neck was as tough as an ironwood tree. Luckily, I was strong..."
"Enough. You've been telling that story over and over for half a month. Look how many demons and monsters Jinhuan's killed. Has he ever shown off about it?"
"Jinhuan just doesn't show off in front of us. In front of his confidantes, who knows? Isn't that right, Lord Linghu?"
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Just listening to their voices, Xie Jinhuan could picture Momo's cool-eyed, unsmiling expression. He reached the morgue door and looked inside.
Inside, Momo was