For six or seven days, every night, an old woman would sit in front of me, silently reciting scriptures and incantations, waving strange talismans. Sometimes she would even subject me to cruel torture, pain like being scalded with boiling oil, peeling my skin off. Then she would feed me some strange meat and medicinal soup.,It took him dozens of seconds, gritting his teeth against the pain shooting through his shoulder blades, before he could slowly pull himself to his feet.,That strange old woman, besides chanting sutras and prayers to him every day, would also feed him all sorts of peculiar things from time to time. There were herbs, burned talismans, but most importantly, there was this unknown type of meat.。