The elderly man from the Divine Healer Pavilion stared at Liu Ergou with a puzzled expression, awaiting his answer.
Facing everyone's expectant gazes, Liu Ergou said, "Regarding Uncle Zhang's condition... it's not an illness. Can you all understand what I'm saying?"
His claim that it wasn't an illness left everyone even more confused. If it wasn't an illness, then what was it? Some kind of madness causing random spasms? The explanation seemed to be growing more preposterous by the second.
Just as Liu Ergou was about to explain in detail, the elder's apprentice, who had only just managed to calm down, suddenly burst out again.
"Heh, still playing at being mysterious, are we? So it's not an illness again!" he sneered. "Then what do you claim it is? Was he poisoned? Or possessed by a ghost? How about this? Why don't you organize an exorcism? What do you say?"
