The top priority now was to remove all the rotting flesh.
But he did not carry a dagger on him, what to do?
Song Yun got up, looked around the ancestral hall and saw a small knife wrapped in sharkskin on the offering table under the light.
Heaven hadn't abandoned him after all!
Song Yun drew the knife, its chilling blade reflected the candlelight, brightening the ominous space somewhat.
He heated the knife over the candle flame as a form of disinfection, then squatted down and inserted a short wooden stick into Wen Shu's mouth, to prevent him from accidentally biting off his own tongue unconsciously.
With everything in place, Song Yun's demeanor transformed, resembling a divine healer ready to save lives. His knife rose and fell decisively, slicing away piece after piece of the putrid flesh from Wen Shu's arm.
Gradually, blood began to seep out on Wen Shu's arm, revealing healthy pink flesh once more.
