Nanshan Town was never large to begin with. The recent bandit suppression campaign resulted in over a hundred casualties among the Inspectors, and for the past few days, funerals throughout the entire town had been almost ceaseless.
Walking down the street, one could see that nearly every other home was adorned with white funeral banners and had set up a memorial altar. Joss paper littered the ground, and mourners in sackcloth were everywhere one looked.
Even though his hands were already stained with blood and he didn't much believe in ghosts or gods, at this dusky hour, the pervasive, grim sight made even Chu Mu feel a chill run down his spine.
Subconsciously, Chu Mu quickened his pace.
After a short while, Chu Mu reached his destination.
The town's only Medicine Hall, and the home of its only doctor… Mingxin Hall!
His reason for coming here was much the same as why he studied at the private school by night.
