"Brother, this is the original form of the eagle owl statue! Only by repairing this can the eagle owl statue in the temple be restored to normal."
The older woman brought these fragments out for me, and when I looked closely, the material seemed somewhat familiar.
"Hey girl, can I touch it?"
I'm itching to do it.
The woman nodded and said, "That's possible, but you can't absorb the energy from these fragments, otherwise there won't be any way to repair it!"
The older woman patiently explained it to me, and I understood.
There is energy in it, but to mend it completely, some of the energy must be reserved.
"Don't worry, little sister, I'm just touching it briefly. I won't touch the power inside until the statue is repaired."
I quickly assured the older woman that I knew the difference between being full at one meal and being full at every meal.
I would never do something so foolish.
I just feel that the fragment in front of me is made of the same material as the fragment I found before.
I touched it, and sure enough, it felt exactly the same as it did.
"How about it? It's different from ordinary sculptures, isn't it? This material feels like something alive to the touch; it's unique!"
The older woman said smugly when she saw me touch it.
I gave him a strange look and quickly called out to Lao Dao.
"Old Dao, bring me my bag!"
I shouted at Old Knife.
Old Dao carefully tossed the bag inside and then waited obediently outside.
As I rummaged through the items, under the watchful eye of the older woman, I took the broken piece out of my backpack.
"Exactly the same! Brother, you actually have this? Where did you get it?"
When the old lady saw the fragment, she finally lost her composure. She probably never expected that I would have something similar in my hands.
I briefly explained the origin of this to the older woman, but actually, I don't know exactly where it came from.
Anyway, the ants tricked me into going to a certain place, and I somehow got this thing.
As for the ants, they were never seen again, as if the person had died.
"Your companion must be someone special!"
The woman's previous cheerful demeanor vanished, replaced by a very serious expression.
This made me take it seriously.
Even after I absorbed the energy from the wall, the old lady never took it this seriously.
"I don't know, I haven't been able to contact him since then."
I shook my head. Even so, after the old lady's reminder, I also felt that the ants' disappearance was too strange.
"You probably didn't realize that my sculpture was originally missing a piece, and you happen to have one of those pieces in your hand!"
The older woman raised her voice, and I noticed the unspoken meaning behind her words.
The woman meant that the fragment was incomplete, missing something, and not just that one piece.
"Auntie, what should we do now?"
I looked at the older woman; her expression was very serious.
"How do you do it? By sewing it up, of course. Only professional morticians can do that."
"Brother, are you sure you can do it?"
The older woman started questioning whether I was capable.
Of course!
I carry my sewing tools with me; they're in the backpack Lao Dao just gave me.
I quickly rummaged through my backpack and soon pulled out a box.
Inside are all the things I used to sew up corpses.
"Brother, I didn't realize you were so professional. But this isn't a corpse; mending it won't be that simple!"
Although a hint of excitement flashed across the woman's face, it quickly faded.
Even the older women didn't have high hopes for me, even though I have an eagle owl tattoo.
The older woman placed the eagle owl sculpture on the table and then brought me a chair.
I took out the needles and thread necessary for mending the corpse, along with some other tools, and threw them all next to the sculpture fragments.
The older woman brought me a chair, and I plopped down next to her and started mending.
Perhaps because of the tattoos on my arms, my skills in repairing corpses have become even more outstanding.
As I skillfully applied the technique, I could clearly see the beads of sweat seeping out from the old lady's neck.
The older woman seemed to be impressed by my superb technique.
"You, you really sewed it up?"
When I pieced the first fragment together, the old lady's face was filled with disbelief.
I ignored the old lady and continued mending.
In about half an hour, I had finished the half-bottle sculpture.
It is clear that this is a statue of a eagle owl.
Unfortunately, a small number of parts are still missing.
Only by piecing the eagle owl back together can the sculpture regain its full power.
"How amazing! It seems I'll be able to see the complete eagle owl statue in my lifetime!"
The older woman almost cried as she spoke; perhaps this is what sentimentality is all about?
"What a pity, something's missing. I wish we could find it!"
I also feel a little regretful.
The main problem is that the older women here don't have everything.
"Brother, the most precious thing is the wings in your hands. I have absolutely no idea where those wings are now!"
The older woman gave me a reproachful look, her tone slightly haughty.
I think I understand a little bit now.
The old lady knows the location of the remaining fragments.
He doesn't know the whereabouts of this fragment in my hand.
I looked at the older woman expectantly.
"The two missing pieces from that Xu Feng you inquired about are in his and his daughter's hands!"
The older woman sensed my anticipation, so she didn't waste any words and explained directly.
I can only marvel at how small the world truly is.
The eagle owl was divided into so many pieces, and apart from mine, the other two pieces were actually in the hands of Zhou the tailor and his daughter.
Wait, my daughter?!
Isn't he the son?
"Auntie, Xu Feng has a daughter?"
I blurted it out.
"Xu Feng has no son, only a daughter. I thought you knew that!"
The older woman spoke softly.
"Wasn't his name Xu Qiang?"
"That's right, Xu Qiang, the 'Qiang' in 'rose'!"
The older woman spoke with righteous indignation.
Xu Feng left me speechless. He gave such a nice girl such a strange name.
Unexpectedly, Xu Feng's child was a daughter.
My main problem was that I had preconceived notions.
After all, today we encountered a fake Xu Feng and his fake son.
Plus, the older woman didn't explain clearly at the beginning whose daughter's name it was!
"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. The fragments are not a problem."
Because I didn't think the wings could be found, I didn't even think about looking for them.
Now that we've found the wings, the rest is easy. I'll get them for you myself!
The older woman readily agreed to take on the task.
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