Chapter 8: The High Monk Er Jianlian
Within the disarray of the Five Blessings Tower,
"Old Lady Fox Bone~ is there any hope of saving them?"
The Pig-Mouthed Taoist yelled loudly.
He was urging an old woman who had a jade belt tied around her head and her face painted with black peach-blossom makeup.
"There is hope~ there is hope~"
The old woman held a six-inch-long steel nail in one hand and a needle spindle in the other, standing amidst the charred remains scattered on the ground.
As she spoke, the old woman pushed the steel nail into a piece of the debris, picked up another piece, and the needle and thread shuttled back and forth through skin and flesh. In no time, she sewed together a corpse resembling a centipede. Then, with a yank of the steel needle, the centipede abruptly stood up.
Mr. Hu San nodded and bowed respectfully to the old woman: "Thank you, Fairy Maiden Fox Bone."
"It's nothing, but Mr. Hu San, there is something I must make clear first."
"Please speak your mind, Fairy Maiden."