Sun Tiecheng pointed at the blood-stained ball of thread and said to Fan Zhongfu: "The person within this ball, is you. You used the Seamless Skill to tuck yourself into this garment."
Fan Zhongfu looked at the ball of thread in his hand in astonishment and shook his head: "That can't be me."
The reasoning was simple. How could the technique he used have brought himself into it?
Sun Tiecheng said: "It is definitely you. Who else could it be?"
Fan Zhongfu gazed at the ball of thread in his hand and seemed to regain some clarity: "No, I just tucked you in a moment ago."
Sun Tiecheng smiled at his words: "Are you speaking nonsense now? I'm right in front of you. When did you tuck me in?"
Fan Zhongfu touched the ball of thread in his hand. Blood was still seeping out, and the flesh inside seemed to be pulsing.
He was scared. The more scared he was, the faster his heart beat. The faster his heart beat, the faster the flesh in his hand pulsed.
