Fu’er felt that, in his lifetime, he had seen quite a bit of the world, but tonight’s events still exceeded their imagination.
The formation was mediocre, but it was sufficiently malicious and the scene was exceedingly cruel.
Fu’er couldn’t help but mutter a few verses of the Rebirth Mantra under his breath.
Jiangli held a Hemostasis Talisman, wrapping it around his palm, and looked up to see Xia Xin vomiting, speaking faintly, "When are you going to finish throwing up?"
He had been vomiting for a good while, almost bringing up his bile.
After a little while, he managed to say, panting, "Great, great ancestor..."
"Pick up Lin Yurong’s head and notify Xun Tianhai and the others to come collect the bodies," Jiangli instructed.
Xia Xin, with a deathly pale face, nodded without hesitation, stumbled over with fear in his eyes but no intention of retreating.
He knelt down on one knee at the edge of the pit, carefully retrieved the head, cradling it with both hands, and with bated breath, placed it into a burlap bag.
It wasn’t until the head was securely inside that he finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Great ancestor, is this okay now?"
"Mm, for now that’s fine, go find Xun Tianhai," Jiangli said. "Leave the burlap bag here. Oh, and when you come back up, bring some cotton thread that’s not soaked in vermilion."
Xia Xin nodded and responded affirmatively, then, propping up his wobbly legs, trotted down the mountain.
The Director and Xun Tianhai had been waiting on the mountainside for a long time before they finally saw a blurry figure approach quickly.
"Is it the Abbot?" Duan Jianchuan’s voice was even tinged with excitement.
Fu Shiyan glanced over, "It’s not."
Duan Jianchuan was taken aback, "From so far away, third brother, how can you be sure?"
Fu Shiyan pressed his lips together, staying silent.
In a little while, the figure ran up to them.
Indeed, it wasn’t Jiangli but Xia Xin.
Xun Tianhai and the Director quickly walked over.
Xun Tianhai asked anxiously, "Where is the Abbot of Jiaoyang Temple, and what’s the situation now?"
"There’s nothing to worry about now, our Abbot has broken the formation, and the bodies have all come out," Xia Xin said out of breath. "The Abbot asked me to inform you to start collecting the bodies."
Xun Tianhai and the Director exchanged glances and finally relaxed.
"It’s good to hear there’s no trouble, I’ll notify them immediately to clean up the scene!" the Director quickly commanded the people beside him.
The police, who had been in a state of shock and fear, began to regain their composure and started assisting the Unusual Affairs Management Office personnel with cleaning up the scene.
Xia Xin caught his breath, a bit more steady, and asked, "Uh, Director Xun, do you have any cotton thread that hasn’t been soaked in vermilion?"
"We do!" Without needing to be told, Xie Shan immediately carried a small box over and from the compartment below, took out a roll of cotton thread and gave it to Xia Xin, "What do you need this for?"
"The Abbot requires it, I’m not sure..." Xia Xin was saying when suddenly a thought struck him like a jolt.
The great ancestor couldn’t possibly be thinking of stitching the bodies together?
Xia Xin couldn’t understand how he came to this conclusion, but it seemed like something the great ancestor might indeed do.
He asked without thinking, "Do you have a needle?"
Xie Shan actually did.
His little toolbox contained everything.
There were tools required to deal with such incidents, as well as everyday tools, like needles and thread.
He produced a box of needles and handed it to Xia Xin.
Without waiting for him to ask, Xia Xin turned and dashed off.
Xie Shan called out, wanting to ask what he needed the needles for.
But Xia Xin didn’t give him the chance to speak and disappeared in a flash.
Xun Tianhai said, "Let it be, don’t worry about them; let’s focus on cleaning up the scene."
Xie Shan withdrew his gaze, responded with an affirmative, and immediately got busy.