Chapter 609 — A Pair of Embroidered Shoes
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
"Best cut them off. If you wait until the embroidery needles swim to your heart and lungs, swim into your brain, it will be too late. " The demon god trembled all over with pain, clenched his teeth, and hissed, "You tricked me into wearing the little shoes.
. .
" Granny Zhu said in surprise, "You put them on yourself.
When did I ever trick you?
" On the altar, Vajra's brows twitched, and he said to the Woodcutter Sage with a cold smile, "Is this another of your disciples? The same style as you, Brother of the Way — striking from the shadows!
" The Woodcutter Sage was somewhat surprised too, and shook his head.
"Not exactly my disciple.
But her cleverness is a match for mine. " Vajra gave a cold snort, and his voice carried down below the altar: "Mutuluo, your divine arts are not fine enough; you cannot suppress her fine needles.
The longer you drag it out, the graver the danger to your life. Cut off both your feet.
" The demon god was doing all he could to suppress the embroidery needles flowing from the shoes into his blood vessels. The needles in the shoes were exceedingly fine, imperceptible, yet nimble and deft as slender swords, boring into his blood vessels. He transformed his vital essence into all manner of divine arts and hid them in his blood vessels to block and suppress the needles, but since it was within his own body, he could not bring forth divine arts of great power, and could not hold the fine needles back.
Hearing Vajra's words, he gave a shrill cry, tears in his eyes, and with a wave of his hand cut off both his lower legs. At the wound where his legs were severed, many fine silver needles flowed out like water. "The treasure-refining art of the Heaven-Craft God Clan! " From those silver needles Vajra recognized the treasure-refining art of the Kaihuang Heavenly Court's Heaven-Craft God Clan, and his heart jumped; suddenly he recalled that day, there had been an old blacksmith at Shen Mu's side. Granny Zhu's silver needles must surely have come from that old blacksmith's hand!
"A blacksmith, an embroiderer, a painter, a seller of fake medicine. .
.
what sort of crew has Shen Mu gathered around him?
" Even Vajra could not help but feel a headache coming on.