Black Miao Village, almost the entire night, Song An didn't sleep, constantly cursing out loud. His lower abdomen throbbed with the pain from Li Yifei's kicks, and a steel needle was lodged in the cartilage of his knee. In the Black Miao Village, there was no anesthetic; he could only rely on the witch doctor in the village to pull it out raw and apply some medicine. The witch doctor wanted to use a worm on him, let it bite the wound to relieve the pain, but Song An was so frightened at the sight of the sinister worm that he almost lost control of his bladder. He kicked the witch doctor away with his good leg and curled up in bed.
The young Miao girl that Tianbao provided to serve him couldn't even spark his interest. His lower abdomen was killing him; how could he be in the mood for anything?
So he spent the entire night cursing Li Yifei, letting half the village hear his ghostly wails, but they couldn't understand what he was shouting about.
