The lanterns crowded closer to look curiously, and even Fat Tiger stretched his big head forward.
What kind of goods could interest that half-dead-looking oddball who dared sell things in the General Store? Even his utterly despairing face changed expression. Once Fat Tiger and the lanterns saw the item clearly, they seemed to click their tongues and returned to their respective nests.
Inside a bronze box about a foot long on the display shelf lay a silver needle half a foot long. Its label was covered in writing.
Product name: Tiger Whisker Needle.
A naturally shed whisker from a mighty tiger demon, accidentally found and crafted into a Tiger Whisker Needle. Sincerely recite "small, small, small" three times, and it can shrink to two inches long. Sharp and keen, it can easily pierce leather and cloth. It does not stain with blood; when a tiger eats meat, blood does not cling to its whiskers. Easy to clean. It can sew clothing and stitch flesh. Furthermore, with benevolent intent as thread, it can stitch together souls.
It contained a faint trace of the Dao of Mending. Use needle and thread to mend a damaged corpse, allowing the dead to rest in peace...
Tiger might was fierce and tyrannical; evil spirits could not approach.
It could sew clothes to cover the body and ward off cold, could stitch flesh and souls, yet found it difficult to mend the hearts broken by parting.
Bai Yujun had made this Tiger Whisker Needle from Fat Tiger's whisker, which she had picked up outside the door one morning. Folklore claimed that one could make wishes with tiger whiskers or cat whiskers, and that it was somewhat effective. Clearly, a certain Bai had no need to make wishes, so she simply fashioned them into assorted odds and