"If only someone like Fu Xie Lan came faster, maybe the people in this village are still as like as they used to be," thought Xue Ying as he closed his eyes enjoying the hot temperature of the room.
Time flies so fast, the orange hue starting to sprinkle on the western horizon. There was no sign of the woman and child regaining consciousness, but the stench that came from the sweat that filled their bodies had subsided.
Meanwhile, Xue Ying had recovered and now the man was heading somewhere, maybe because he just inhaling the scent of the substance in a small dose made him recover quickly.
Different from the two people who seem to have consumed it without them knowing it.
Knock...Knock.Knock
The sound of knocking on the door followed by a woman who was with several people entering the room. The stench and the stench of herbs made their hands close their noses reflex.
"How are they?"
"Hmm ... as you can see," Xie Lan replied.