His tone was utterly ordinary, as though he were saying, "The weather's nice today."
Du Yulin was stunned again. After quite a while, she finally asked, "You really learned my craft?"
Her craft was stitching the dead.
Wang Xian smiled, a faint smile that made him seem exceptionally composed. "More or less. Actually, I don't like fighting, and I like seeing blood even less. First, because I'm scared; second, because it's troublesome. But when there's no avoiding it, I can only try to get used to the trouble."
He meant every word. Since childhood, he had feared death, feared blood, feared everything bad.
But in this world, being afraid did not mean he could avoid such things. Since he could not avoid them, he could only learn how to deal with them.
"All right."
Du Yulin sighed, and her breath quickly dispersed in the night wind. "How do you plan to stitch them?"
Wang Xian raised a hand and pointed toward the night sky. His fingers were long, his nails neatly trimmed. In the darkness, that hand looked pale as fine white jade.
"With embroidery needles. One needle for each."
In that instant, Du Yulin froze.
She stood there blankly, as if something had exploded in her mind with a deafening boom.
She remembered that several months ago, Wang Xian had suddenly asked her to help him buy up every embroidery needle in Azure Dragon Town.
At the time, she had even laughed at him, asking what a blind man wanted with so many embroidery needles. Was he planning to open an embroidery shop?
Wang Xian had merely smiled without explaining.
Only now did she understand why Wang Xian had bought out all the embroidery needles in Azure Dragon Town.
How many had there been? At least several thousand, surely?