His pupils contracted slightly, and before he could take a closer look, he heard his Uncle's voice in his ear. Then, right after, his right arm was bound with red rope, tightening until it hurt his wrist.,This is a custom of the undertaker, a farewell to the dead, to avoid being haunted by them.,The medicinal water was boiled, the herbs reduced to a pulp. The pitch-black liquid in the earthenware pot didn't look like something a human could drink at all.。