The first time he started, he wanted to learn how to embroider by turning his hand into an afterimage, just like the village chief.
But the moment he began, the leaves were shredded by the thread, and the thread itself broke into over a dozen pieces while the needle flew out and disappeared...
Yu Ziqing remained silent, built a wooden hut in the locust forest, and lived right beside it, always having leaves available for use.
"Swoosh..."
A fine needle instantly flew out for dozens of yards, piercing through four or five locust trees and lodging into one at the back.
A hungry ghost inside the locust tree poked its head out, looked woefully, and quietly emerged from behind the tree, walking hundreds of yards away before knocking on another locust tree's trunk.
"Wang Wuliu, I need to discuss something with you. Can I stay here for a while?"
In the locust forest, a hungry ghost popped its head out, looking confused.
"What's the matter?"