For ten years I practiced Gu poison in Southeast Asia; all living beings revered me as a deity.

The durian orchard is quite large, surrounded by weeds, and completely silent.

The moon gradually disappeared behind the durian branches.

Night fell, and darkness enveloped everything. The branches and leaves melted into the darkness.

Three figures also walked through the crowd, with the old imam leading the way, holding a candle in his hand.

At this point, Liu Guangyang started chatting with the old man.

Because both sides were speaking English, Luo Feng could hear them very clearly.

"...Hasn't this durian orchard been abandoned for a long time? Where did these people come from?"

Liu Guangyang asked with a smile, "Such a remote place, and someone still comes to take care of it? Were they sent by the village?"

Brother Liu was clearly the kind of person who was very good at getting information out of people, and the old imam didn't have any reservations and spoke frankly about many things.

The old imam shook his head, claiming that he didn't know the family either.

This family of seven appears to be a Malay family from another village, located very far from the local area.

Their original village was destroyed by floods, and the villagers were displaced and scattered.

The family fled to the local area and were taken in by the villagers.

They greeted the village chief of the local Malay village and temporarily settled in the durian orchard.

But as the saying goes, "misfortunes never come singly," and the family's old woman and young daughter were killed when they were run over by a wild boar that had crashed into the woods.

Wild boars in Sarawak are known locally as long-bearded boars. They often roam near tropical rainforests and mangroves and are social animals.

This type of pig is omnivorous; it eats everything, including vines, fruits, wild beans, mushrooms, insect pupae, and various small animals.

When the villagers from Lipan came to reclaim the land, they also killed many wild boars. These herds of boars would ravage farmland, destroy livestock sheds and vegetable sheds, and attack villagers.

Adults can manage to deal with wild boars, but the young and strong male boars are powerful and aggressive, making them difficult to handle. If the elderly or children are attacked, they are likely to suffer harm.

It could be said that this family also suffered an undeserved misfortune.

When the village chief learned of this, he instructed the old imam to preside over the funeral and to bury the deceased as soon as possible, which was in accordance with religious doctrine.

"I discussed it with the village chief and brought them some food and drink," the old imam said. "The dead cannot be brought back to life, but the living must live well."

"This is also a good deed, a good thing."

Liu Guangyang nodded.

"They are all religious brothers, children of the true God, how can we leave them unattended?"

The old imam sighed, and suddenly, as he walked to this spot, he stopped and looked at the weeds with a puzzled expression.

"There seems to be something there?"

His voice betrayed a hint of nervousness.

A rustling sound came from the overgrown weeds.

Then, a shadow leaped out; it was a cat.

With its prey dangling from its mouth, the wildcat leaped out of the bushes, spotted Liu Guangyang and his two companions, and then arched its back, its fur bristling, and disappeared into the darkness.

"ha!"

The old imam gave a wry smile.

"It was just a cat."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"wrong……"

Luo Feng frowned and said in a deep voice, "Didn't you notice that the cat seemed to be carrying something in its mouth?"

His eyesight is excellent, especially with the boost from his innate talent "strong vision," which enhances his visual abilities. Even in the dark, his vision is only slightly affected.

"Did you catch a gecko or something?"

The old imam's eyesight was failing, so naturally he couldn't see clearly.

"No...it's not a gecko."

Luo Feng said in a deep voice, "I think it's a finger."

He could see very clearly that the "prey" the cat was biting was actually a severed finger.

Upon hearing this, Liu Guangyang's heart sank. He quickly pulled out the mourning stick and plunged it into the bushes.

There was something lying there in the grass.

With the help of the light, Luo Feng and the old imam could see what it was. Luo Feng's pupils contracted, and after a moment, his eyes widened again.

It was a severed arm, a bloody, broken arm with the bone exposed from being gnawed by wild animals.

"A severed arm..." Liu Guangyang murmured softly, his eyes narrowed as he stared at the severed arm.

The old imam was clearly frightened and frantically began reciting Malay scriptures, praying to the true God he believed in.

"What... what exactly is going on?"

He then asked the two men in English.

"Could it be... that some bad guys are really lurking around?"

Luo Feng remained silent.

Liu Guangyang then squatted down and carefully examined the severed arm.

An eerie atmosphere began to permeate the air.

After a long silence, Liu Guangyang stood up and said, "This arm should belong to the right hand of an adult male. Judging from the degree of decay, this person has been dead for some time..."

He spoke in Chinese, which Luo Feng could understand, but the old imam was completely confused.

"A man's arm, that shouldn't be Yang Caifa's... What does this have to do with the Yang family mother-in-law and daughter-in-law?"

Luo Feng countered with a question.

I have a rough guess.

Liu Guangyang looked thoughtful.

"However, it would be best to go back to that stilt house and ask the family living there for details."

Since arriving here, he had always appeared confident and composed. However, at this moment, Luo Feng noticed a hint of concern and doubt hidden in Liu Guangyang's eyes.

"Alright."

Luo Feng was puzzled, but he didn't express his feelings. He nodded and said, "I will follow your instructions, Senior Brother."

Suddenly, at that moment, the old imam behind the two of them let out a strange cry, and the old man shouted in English in great fear.

"Fire! Fire!"

Upon hearing his voice, Luo Feng and Liu Guangyang both turned around simultaneously. They both noticed that behind the durian trees, in the direction of the stilt house, a pale green flame shot out.

It was a thick, bright fire, like a will-o'-the-wisp in a graveyard, its greenish flames burning fiercely.

As they watched, they both sensed the intense aura gradually emanating from the firelight, which seemed exceptionally eerie and terrifying.

"Quickly, hurry over there and put out the fire!"

The old imam ran forward in a panic, stumbling as he went.

Lu Feng and Liu Guangyuan exchanged a glance and followed closely behind.

The three of them ran quickly back to the stilt house they had been in before.

The wooden house was now ablaze, resembling a towering tomb, completely engulfed in flames.

"Save...for—"

The old imam's voice was interrupted halfway through, his eyes widening like copper bells as he stared blankly at the eaves of the stilt house.

Five figures stood beneath the eaves of the wooden house; they were the men, women, and children of the family.

There were men, women, the elderly, young people, and children; the whole family stood in a neat row, holding hands.

Their gesture of standing on the eaves, holding hands, did not evoke any sense of warmth, because each of them had a flickering flame on their head.

Luo Feng's head buzzed, and his scalp tingled.

He noticed that the heads of the family of five were completely ablaze, their eyes, noses, ears, and other facial features were melting, and sticky liquid was flowing out of the holes and dripping onto the ground.

The air was filled with the sizzling sound of oil oozing out, and the sizzling sound of fat and flesh burning.

Even so, all five members of the family raised their heads and stood straight, letting the eerie flames burn.

In Luo Feng's eyes, it was as if the five people had turned into five candles at this moment.

"Living human wax!?"

Liu Guangyang's expression changed drastically.

"What a vicious Malay sorcery..."

Luo Feng immediately felt an extremely cold and gloomy wave of "filth" sweeping towards the three living people present.