I looked through these tools; they're all good stuff.
There were more than a dozen kinds, big and small, which were more advanced than what my grandfather had before.
Before meeting Old Man Lin, I never imagined that my practice of sewing corpses had a specific lineage.
One can sense from between the lines that if this lineage could be unleashed, its power would be terrifying.
"Use the Soul Needle first!"
The old man started giving me pointers.
Soul Needle? I don't quite understand, but among the many needles, I found the thickest one.
Inexplicably, I felt that this was the soul needle I was looking for.
When I grabbed him, the old man smiled with satisfaction.
"You're a promising young man. I never imagined that you, without such a systematic inheritance, could find the Soul Needle directly. It seems that something ingrained in your bones cannot be forgotten!"
The old man commented.
I'm even more confused, is it something deep down?
Could the old man even tell that?
"Then what?"
After I picked up the needle, I didn't know what to do.
"Guide the soul, and then use the divine power within you as the thread!"
The old man continued speaking.
I nodded, picked up the needle, closed my eyes, and began trying to draw out the energy from my body.
Sure enough, with my stimulation, my power flowed through my meridians and onto the needles.
I can see that it is a golden thread.
This is the first time I've ever directly observed this thing.
"Divine Power, you actually succeeded!"
When the old man saw the golden thread, he laughed, laughing until he was almost dizzy.
I'm still quite puzzled as to why the old man is so happy.
I succeeded on my first try, so I can roughly deduce that this thing is not as difficult as I imagined, right?
"Alright, what you need to do now is quickly sew up my daughter's arm with the thread formed from this divine power!"
The old man's eyes were filled with excitement.
Without thinking too much, I followed the old man's instructions and started sewing little by little.
At that moment, I suddenly felt something was off!
The strange thing is that although there were three people present, only the old man actually did anything.
Miss Lin's body is already a designer item, but there's something wrong with Madam Lin too!
I couldn't help but look up at Madam Lin, and sure enough, Madam Lin's expression was quite empty, as if she had nothing there.
I understand now. Of all the people present, only this old man Lin is real; the other two are corpses.
Now, following Old Man Lin's instructions, I'm sewing Miss Lin's arm back on bit by bit.
At that moment, I noticed that Miss Lin's complexion was much better than before, and she had regained a lot of vitality.
Miss Lin moved her arm, and the next second her withered arm turned white and flawless, like mutton fat jade.
"That's a brilliant tactic!"
Miss Lin spoke slowly, her voice as weak as a zombie's, like glass scraping against stone, making people feel uncomfortable.
I'm doing alright; I've seen all sorts of disgusting and dangerous things.
But it was different for Lao Dao; he almost vomited at the sight of it all.
He covered his ears, just like the ant.
Hearing that sound is like torture.
"What should we do next, senior?"
I took the needle and continued preparing to sew.
"Next, we need to get your ground needle!"
The old man issued new instructions.
Another unfamiliar word. I looked at the box and found the most inconspicuous little needle.
I don't know why, but this stick is very unfamiliar to me, yet I have a deep affection for it.
Suddenly, it seemed like I understood.
I counted all the needles, including those in the corner that I hadn't seen earlier, exactly 23 in total.
I've made a bold guess: this should correspond exactly to the three souls, seven spirits, and seven emotions and six desires.
There are exactly twenty-three in total, no more and no less.
The reason why this earth needle looks a bit unfamiliar to me is because I lack the earth spirit.
As for why, there's a complex feeling involved, because I have a strong desire for the Earth Soul.
Or rather, I've longed for this kind of thing from the very beginning.
For a moment, I even teared up. I have a very deep affection for this needle.
"Senior, what should we do now?"
I continued to ask questions.
"Guide your emotions and create new pathways!"
Old Man Lin continued.
I began to cultivate my emotions, and before I knew it, I had developed the emotions that an ordinary person should have.
Soon a long gray line appeared at the end of the needle.
However, this gray line is quite illusory.
I'm not even sure if it still exists.
Following the old man's instructions, I sewed another circle around Miss Lin's arm.
This time, I could feel that Miss Lin's body was stronger than before.
Suddenly I noticed that Ms. Lin turned her head, doing a 360-degree turn.
I feel like throwing up!
After that, Miss Lin's head kept turning, spinning around like a wind-up toy.
It feels a bit like spinning a top.
"No way, Brother Chen, what did you do?! Miss Lin's head is about to fly off!"
Old Dao couldn't help but shout when he saw this.
I turned around and gave Lao Dao a look that told him to shut up, and Lao Dao obediently shut his mouth.
I looked at Old Man Lin again and asked him for help.
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