Xun Tianhai selected a few people to accompany him to the mountain peak, where the situation likely needed more attention.
Fu Shiyan stepped forward upon hearing this, "I’ll go up the mountain with you."
"But, didn’t the Abbot of Jiaoyang Temple ask you to stay?" Xun Tianhai hesitantly asked.
Fu Shiyan replied, "Now that the danger is resolved, I can go up."
Xun Tianhai paused for a moment.
Actually, whether Fu Shiyan went or not had no impact on him.
Just as Fu Shiyan had said, there really wasn’t any danger now.
Fu Shiyan was brought by Jiangli, and Xun Tianhai didn’t want to offend them further.
Considering this, Xun Tianhai agreed, "Alright then, let’s go up the mountain together."
Duan Jianchuan didn’t speak, but followed close by Fu Shiyan’s side, fulfilling his duty to protect.
Xu Bureau stayed behind to supervise the others in cleaning up the scene.
After all, someone needed to be in charge here.
When Fu Shiyan and Xun Tianhai reached the top of the mountain, they saw a corpse pieced together in front of Jiangli.
One could barely make out that it should be Lin Yurong’s body.
Jiangli was sitting on the ground, holding a needle and thread, stitching the corpse together.
If she weren’t sewing a corpse, just by looking at her sitting under the moonlight sewing something, one would think what a beautiful scene it was at first glance.
But seeing her calmly picking up an arm...
Duan Jianchuan felt disordered.
Xia Xin stood by Jiangli at this moment, completely bewildered.
When he ran back and handed the cotton thread to Jiangli, he had unthinkingly asked, "Ancestress, do you need a needle?"
Jiangli looked at him in surprise, "You still have the brains for this?"
The intelligence of Xia Xin, who was questioned, handed a box of needles to Jiangli.
Jiangli was quite surprised.
As for the bewildered Xia Xin, he didn’t know why he had gone to get a box of needles; he just subconsciously felt that Jiangli needed the thread to stitch the body, so he went to ask Xie Shan for a box of needles...
Now, watching Jiangli handle the needle and thread with expertise in sewing the corpse, Xia Xin felt completely out of sorts.
He couldn’t help but squat down and ask, "Ancestress, if I hadn’t prepared the needle, how would you have sewn...?"
"No problem, I’d use a knife just the same, poke a few holes, and then pass the thread through," Jiangli answered earnestly.
Xia Xin’s face twitched.
For some reason, the image actually emerged in his mind of Jiangli piercing holes in the corpse with a knife and then forcibly threading the body together.
It was as if he had actually seen this scene at some point.
But the vision flashed by.
Xia Xin knew it was his own imagination; he shook his head repeatedly to dispel the image and muttered softly, "Ancestress, I feel it’s a bit strange... Earlier, I suddenly felt you definitely wanted to stitch the body together, so I went and got a box of needles..."
Jiangli didn’t lift her head, "That’s because you rarely become smart."
Alright then, there was no point in talking about it anymore.
At that moment, Fu Shiyan and Duan Jianchuan had already walked over.
Seeing Jiangli’s needle and thread swiftly shuttle through her hands, Duan Jianchuan became even more dazed.
"You guys are here?" Jiangli glanced up at them, then lowered her head again, "I’m busy, wait a moment."
Duan Jianchuan: "..."
Why did he feel there was something odd about what she said?
What was he supposed to wait for...
To queue up to be stitched together?
Recalling that image, Duan Jianchuan couldn’t bear to look directly at it.
Especially upon seeing the corpses strewn everywhere, Duan Jianchuan couldn’t help but close his eyes.
Fu Shiyan glanced around and asked, "Is the Abbot okay now?"
"Yes, I’m fine, it’s just the sewing of the corpses that’s left," Jiangli spoke while continuing her work, then looked up as if she remembered something and turned to Xun Tianhai, "Director Xun, there should be someone on your side who can sew up corpses, right? I’m only responsible for Lin Yurong’s body, you deal with the others yourself, my two hands can’t handle so many."