Needles Hidden in Embroidery

In the world of absurd cultivation, everything can be outrageous. I am Axiu, an embroiderer. My embroidery pictures are killing arrays, my embroidery needles are murder weapons, and my wrists are locked with thousands of sharp blades. Hidden in Jinxiufang on Xiaoyu Island, he studied under the guidance of a veteran killer and survived quietly in the market. Until the ghost-eating monster eating melon seeds comes to the door, pressing closer and closer, and the hunting begins. A square inch of embroidered cloth hides murderous intent, and a thin needle determines the outcome. The world of mortals is a chess game, and the embroidery needle is my "sword".