The ritual, and now a child is on that sacrificial altar.

Is this to kill her?

Many people already feel nervous.

Some even think this little girl is so adorable.

You shriveled old woman, stop it!

Alright, such thoughts are only normal.

After all, any normal person would think this old witch might just be about to stab this adorable little girl.

But an unexpected scene unfolded!

The old witch started chanting those incomprehensible incantations again.

And the little girl lay there increasingly peacefully, as if she had fallen asleep.

Perhaps it was due to the witch's incantations.

Yet the old witch suddenly produced something.

Green, which usually represents environmentalism and vitality.

But in this dark and terrifying environment, the meaning of green changed as well.

Especially since this green wasn't from plants, but a pot of bubbling broth.

Is this legitimate soup?

Owen couldn't help but think of Esmeralda.

This one-eyed woman excels in battles, but when it comes to cooking, she's rather peculiar.

She can only manage to make the broth black and purple.

But this green, and so thick too, even Esmeralda couldn't make it.

For a while, Owen felt that even the black purple broth surpassed this green one.

Maybe it's because this place is too terrifying.

But the question remains, what's this soup for?

Although this thing appeared, many people thought of the scenes from movies with those wizards or witches.

Spooky, mysterious, coupled with disgust.

Basically, this is the key element of horror films in Europe and America.

Yet no horror film is being shot here.

Is the old witch just fooling us?

Suddenly!

The old witch pulled out a claw from the viscous green soup!

WTF!

The presence of a claw has put many people on edge.

In some ancient civilizations within Latin America, this kind of claw seems to symbolize many things.

Of course, this bunch of foreigners couldn't immediately discern whether it was a chicken claw or a monkey claw.

Then, the old witch took the claw she pulled out.

And started writing on the forehead and body of the sacrificial maiden.

No misunderstanding, she is still dressed normally.

But this is certainly part of the sacrifice or ritual.

Naturally, nobody recognized those words.

The meaning is completely unclear.

And the color of the words, of course, was green.

With all that done, everyone felt incredibly mysterious!

Thus, back to the question at hand.

Will the sacrificial maiden be killed?!

Honestly, Owen got tense.

Usually, killing someone doesn't bother him much.

But now, the maiden seemed to be his hope.

And this old witch, what exactly was she going to do?

Finally, the action commenced?

The old witch suddenly pierced the maiden's palm with the claw.

Then blood flowed out.

And the blood quickly trickled into the green soup.

Soon after, the witch ladled out a portion of the soup and distributed it to everyone.

The leader of the group shouted loudly:

"This is the miracle drug that will save us all!"

Oh, so that's how it is!

Owen finally realized at this moment that it was not about killing.

It was about making them drink it.

This green liquid mixed with blood.

Well...

Honestly, Owen used to attempt guerilla warfare in the tropical rainforest, being quite proficient in wilderness survival.

In the wild, he could even eat some disgustingly looking bugs.

But now looking at this 'medicine.'

F*ck!

Cursing inwardly, feeling some hesitation.

Though hesitant, others didn't feel the same way.

"Wow! That's amazing!"

Someone directly took a toast.

Actually drank it?!

Owen felt astonished, yet quickly understood the situation.

Amidst this pandemic, what could they do?

They were utterly desperate, hence had no choice but to resort to this method.

Moreover, they really had faith.

In Mexico, or more broadly, throughout Latin America.

There exists many mysterious cults.

Commonly known as shamans.

Mostly related to the former Indian tribes.

The so-called Indians, not the same as North America, mainly Aztecs and Mayans here.

They are indeed Indians, yet also quite different.

Specifically... Owen wasn't a specialist, didn't quite understand.

But he knew, people genuinely believed these things around here.

The more mystical, the stronger the faith.

This is much like in the United States.

Yet now... this medicine, to drink or not?

Diego, who led him here, already gave a signal, then drank heartily!

Owen felt somewhat admirable.

And himself... whatever!

Drank!

He truly summoned some courage, then... the concoction surprisingly tasted sweet!

F*ck!

This actually related to Mexico's current situation.

Aside from messing with various 'plants,' people here also loved sweet foods.

Just like those little sweets such as Coca-Cola.

Loved them.

Clearly, the witch considered local tastes!

But is this the main point?

"Everyone must have received treatment, please thank the witch!"

The leader led everyone in bowing to the witch.

At this point, they should express gratitude, presumably by paying.

Yet after paying, just leave?

Upon leaving the cabin, Owen overheard someone discussing.

"That kid seemed pretty important, right?"

"Who knows."

These discussions weren't ordinary, though sounded simple, they actually had ideas forming in their minds.

Owen actually understood it.

Though not a physician, prior to coming, Zhou Mo Sen told him what?

Was this therapy called serum therapy?

Serum comes from blood.

And what kind of sacrifice did the old witch perform?

What could have some healing effect other than this disgustingly green concoction must be the blood of the maiden mixed into it.

Perhaps the blood might not be extremely effective, but it probably had some efficacy.

That's why the old witch did this.

Owen had remarkable observational skills, he actually noticed beforehand.

The weird-looking decorations and mysterious intimidating trinkets on the witch actually included some gold jewelry.

People in Latin America generally loved gold, much like the hip-hop artists in the United States.

Or perhaps, it's cultural influence passed from Latin America.

So, it's almost certain.

This little girl is the one he was looking for!

The target emerged, hope came along.

However, Owen was quite capable, knew removing the girl wouldn't be simple.

But now, he had to take action!

...

As night fell.

Scary things became scarier.

The cabin already frightening during the day, now was even more terrifying.

Yet, terror couldn't impede greed.

"You did well."

"But if we continue this way..."

"What? What are you thinking?"

"I, I'm not thinking anything."

Alicia and 'grandmother' completed another ritual.

But she always felt this wasn't right.

It seemed deceptive.

Isn't it?

Fortunately, many people were still afraid of witches like them, so they...

Bang, the cabin door was kicked open!

"Old lady, go meet your God!"

"Hehe..."

Two short and stout guys, the ones who came during the day.

But now holding shotguns in their hands.

Seeing this, the witch raised her shriveled hand toward them, chanting unmeaningful words.

Bang!

At that moment, seemingly no incantation worked.

Those two killed the witch, then directly abducted the little girl.

When Owen got there, he found he was one step too late.

Thankfully, he was adept at tracking.

A chase through the Mexican mountains began...