"I’m not your enemy," she says, not backing down. "These people are dying of something your swords cannot cut."
The villagers awaken, gasping, crying, hugging. The soldiers stumble back in fear. healer bao thu tap 2
She touches Bao Thu’s forehead. The dark veins reverse, pulling the memory-eater out of her—and into the old woman, who crumbles into dust. "I’m not your enemy," she says, not backing down