dozens of gleaming blades pointed straight at the old man.,He glanced back at the child, hesitated for a moment, and said in a soft voice: "We don't need to hold a wake. Just renovate my mother's grave site for me. That's how I show filial piety.",Lin nodded, walked to the old man's side, and took out a silver needle, half an inch long like hair, from the pouch hanging from his waist. Then, he carefully pricked the old man's brow.。