"So you're saying none of those young lads stood a chance against you, and they were all killed by that conical thing you used?" That surprised me. I hadn't expected this frail looking old woman to be so deadly with a weapon in her hands.
"You're giving me too much credit, old hag that I am. My method involved slipping sleeping pills into the food. How else could I have killed those strong young men?" The old woman chuckled and shook her head.
As she spoke so matter-of-factly, I felt a shiver run down my spine. Why did it seem like killing people was as easy for her as slaughtering chickens?
"Right, since you understand these things, you must know what that conical object is called, right?"
"I have no idea..." I shook my head.
"The Yin Yang Master said that thing's called a Demon-Subduing Pestle. Haven't you seen it before?" The expression on the old woman's face was puzzled, as if she expected someone who practiced the way to know everything.
