The shaman trusted me too much. She believed that I regarded her words as sacred decrees.

Because I was the girl she had watched grow up, I was about to become anointed with oil.

A voice in my head told me to go in and take a look.

I wanted to go in and take a look.

Until the shaman's figure disappeared from sight, I quietly opened the door and slipped inside.

The temperature inside the room was extremely high, so high that it seemed capable of melting a person.

There were three rooms in the house, and I entered the one closest to me.

As soon as I entered the room, I witnessed a scene that I would never forget in my life.

There was a large pot in the room, with tiny bones floating in it, and beneath the bones was a layer of almost transparent, thick grease.

I covered my mouth and forcefully swallowed the lump in my throat.

Because in that grease, beside the bones, were eyeballs that were still rotating!

They noticed my arrival and blinked, staring at me.