Translator: Silavin As Hansheng and Dummy advanced along the small path in the valley, upon closer inspection, the scenery of the two valleys did seem different. The cliff walls seemed steeper, and the scent emitted by the Camphor Trees also seemed stronger.
Translator: Silavin It was past 11pm. Hansheng unwrapped the layers of cloth around Lan’er’s head, and carefully removed the sanitary belt…
Translator: Silavin Observing this ‘Blood Basin’ square pond, where the Yin Energy was extremely heavy, Wu Daoming knocked on the Pagoda Tree with his knuckle. It was hollow in the middle. There must be a passage connecting it to the pond, allowing that thing to crawl from the bottom of the pond to the treetop to absorb Yin Energy.
Translator: Silavin Wu Daoming’s words reminded Doctor Zhu of something. This Mother and Daughter were alone and helpless, and Hansheng was already in his early twenties. He wondered about the girl’s appearance before her illness, and could not help but smile to himself.
Translator: Silavin Outside, it had already grown dark. Zhu Biao lit a small oil lamp.
Translator: Silavin In the thatched house of Nanshan Village, Lan’er told Doctor Zhu about her background, while her Mother was already in tears, unable to speak.
Translator: Silavin Doctor Zhu had been trapped in the small room, enduring repeated interrogations. With his Son’s fate unknown, in just two short days, a string of blisters had appeared on his lips. His hair had also suddenly grown much whiter.
Translator: Silavin The big yellow dog ran ahead joyfully. Soon, his frantic barking could be heard at the front door, as if something was amiss.
