Mournful cries spread throughout Buddha Bone Temple, where monks and worshippers were rescuing those injured by the temple collapse.
More people acted spontaneously to clear the rubble of the Buddhist temple, in a flurry of activity pulling out the Flesh Bodhisattvas that were trapped underneath.
In the midst of the panicked crowd, no one noticed a black spindle that had rolled into a corner.
Two blood-stained awls reached down, picking up the ignored spindle like a pair of chopsticks.
Li Huowang studied the object with a slight frown, the item Zhuge Yuan had once given to him.
This spindle was made from an old bone that was thick at the ends and narrow in the middle, coated in beeswax yellow, with scratch marks indicating its age.
Intricate black threads densely wrapped around it formed a spool, making the spindle truly resemble a hammerhead without a handle.
