Today is the day for making ointment.

Early in the morning, the shamaness gathered my sister and the ointment women. They were wearing black cloaks.

I was afraid that the rough cloak would rub my sister's delicate skin and cause injuries.

I followed my sister closely and saw her hands clenched tightly in nervousness.

Her fair skin turned red.

My sister said, "It's okay, I'm not nervous."

Liar, she was definitely nervous.

As we walked, the village was deserted with no signs of people, only the village chief greeted us with a smile on his face.

The village chief smiled obsequiously and said, "Shamaness, could you let me take a look this year?"

The shamaness spat in his face and said, "What are you looking at! This is the secret of the ointment women, no one else is allowed to see!"

After speaking, she drove the village chief away.

She sternly warned the village chief that if he dared to peep, this year's ointment would be the last.

Although the village chief was furious, he still gave up.

The shamaness asked me to stay outside the house and took my sister and the ointment women inside.

My sister gave me a deep look, and I knew that this was the last time I would see her.

With the closing of the door, all contact with my sister was completely cut off.

Being in the secret chamber with my sister for a long time, my skin became exceptionally pale.

In the sunlight, I could even see the pulsing veins beneath my skin.

Suddenly, I wondered why we were born as ointment women. Why did the shamaness say that men were dirty and foul, yet various men often entered her house?

Only then did I realize that I knew nothing about the shamaness.

I didn't even know her name, age, or where she came from.

So, can I try to resist the shamaness?

"What are you thinking?"

The shamaness's old, hoarse voice suddenly came, and I was startled and stood up.

The shamaness chuckled, exposing her few remaining teeth in the air. "Why are you so nervous? I won't eat you."

I asked the shamaness, "What about my sister?"

The shamaness said, "Your sister has now become ointment."

My sister had become ointment.

Although I had known this ending for a long time, I couldn't help but shiver when I heard those words.

The shamaness said, "I have things to do, so I'm going back inside. Xiaolin, you're a good child. Stay here obediently and don't let anyone in. It will affect the production of the ointment. Do you understand?"

After speaking, she, despite her old age, suddenly found strength and ran quickly with her cane.

I had seen her run this fast before.

It was a long time ago when I secretly saw the shamaness with an unfamiliar man in her house.

At that time, the shamaness had an expression of pain and pleasure, and the wrinkles on her face spoke of her delight.

Her eyes were tightly closed, and an unnatural flush appeared on her face.