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.,But it was a case of solving one problem only to create another. Though the gourd quench his thirst, he soon became hungry again.,But this coffin lid was now pointing accusingly at itself with a sharp, feverish whisper: "I've come to settle the score with her."。