After saying that, Shen Jicheng hesitated as he closed the door.
Xu Feng stopped in his tracks.
He had felt something grab his foot.
It wasn't cold or sinister. It felt like several little hands.
From experience, he knew the little hands of Yin Virtue Protection were helping him.
Sure enough, when Xu Feng stopped, Shen Jicheng hesitated too, just as he was about to shut the courtyard gate.
Looking at Xu Feng, he said abruptly, "I only hope the needle in your hand and your skill are as tough as your life!"
With that, his half-visible face vanished behind the door. This time, Xu Feng heard footsteps as well. It seemed Shen Jicheng really had left.
Xu Feng turned those words over as though savoring tea. They had quite a lingering aftertaste.
Before he could ponder them further, Old Ma called from a distance, "Brother Zhao, let's go."
"Coming!" Xu Feng answered.
Yin Virtue Protection never bothered with small stakes.
That one sentence from Shen Jicheng cleared up many of Xu Feng's doubts.
It even gave him a good idea of what to expect.
He drew a breath of morning air and felt refreshed from head to toe. He and Old Ma walked out of the County Yamen.
Once again, he marveled at how good it was to be young.
Xu Feng had spent the entire night poring over that book.
Yet his mind was still clear.
After parting from Old Ma behind the County Yamen, Xu Feng walked some distance, then looked back at its rear gate. Dawn had not fully broken, and the yamen was still empty.
"There was more to what he said."
Xu Feng's trade was Corpse Stitching.
Shen Jicheng hoped both his life and his skill were tough.
Which meant...
The corpse that Clerk