Several paper cutouts of little figures huddled against the wall, their faces smeared with eerie smiles by paint. Yellow and red talisman papers, adorned with writhing runes, covered every inch of the room.,Instinctively, I wanted to move, but my shoulders felt both heavy and painful.,For six or seven days, every night, an old woman would sit in front of me, silently reciting scriptures and incantations, waving strange talismans. Sometimes she would even subject me to cruel torture, pain like being scalded with boiling oil, peeling my skin off. Then she would feed me some strange meat and medicinal soup.。