Chapter 42 A glimmer of hope

After bringing these twenty-odd corpses back to the warehouse, the village chief was in a good mood. That night, the village chief took off his clothes and continued to soak them in a black jar, soaking in red to black blood. I found that the village chief's complexion was getting paler and paler, even showing signs of being slightly bluish, and there was also a faint blue light in his cloudy old eyes.

Perhaps it was because I was in a good mood after collecting a large number of corpses. When I was preparing the medicinal oil according to the prescription as numbly as before, the village chief took the initiative to talk to me and asked me if I knew why I was like this now. Of course I didn't know. I looked at the village chief with confusion, and he started to tell me proudly.

It turns out that what the village chief gave me was a kind of poison passed down from generation to generation by the ancient witches of the Miao ethnic group in the Miao border. The vill