The appearance of the plague insects left Shen Can with no time to lie down.
The witch doctor needed to check on the tribe members' situation immediately.
With Huo Xian being old, Shen Can naturally had to step up.
He busied himself until dawn and finally took a short break, grateful that as a martial artist, he wasn't tired at all.
The flat land at the foot of the mountain, after the flood receded, revealed some of the tribe's constructed buildings.
But now, the tribe had no time to dig the houses out of the mud.
The entrance to the Ancestral Temple.
The bonfire blazed, with the smell of medicine permeating the air.
The ancestors on the divine tablets naturally feared no plague, but the Ancestral Temple Keeper was human.
Shen Can threw a handful of witch medicine into the bonfire, wearing a scarf made of hemp cloth around his nose just enough to cover his mouth and nose.
So what exactly was the witch doctor?
