I leaned against the door frame of the Fushen Temple, looking ahead.

The families who asked me to be their bedridden wife from all over the town have all caught fire.

Their roofs are burning, and the winding fire snakes coil up into the night sky, sweeping through every corner like a whirlwind.

The flames bloom like splendid peonies, slowly dispersing in this quiet midnight, carrying the screams of those people.

Looking at the raging flames, I think those people must be crying.

The men who have touched me should be lying on the ground, curled up and convulsing.

Their bodies should be filled with venomous snakes, centipedes, ants, rats...

The things they once stuffed into my mouth are now all inside their own bodies.

Their families must be extremely anxious at this moment.

They should have gone to fetch water with buckets, wanting to extinguish the fire in their homes first.

But when their hands touched the water, they started developing pus-filled sores.

I don't think this time they will say, "That slut is dirty with germs. Drinking her tears will make the whole body covered in pus-filled sores."

They should all be lying in the raging fire now, screaming in pain and begging for help together.

The cries for help reach even the Fushen Temple, where I am.

The shadow of the plague god behind me suddenly fades, and he looks back at the ground.

Only then did I snap out of it—

My cousin has awakened.