Chapter 1567 The Deceased

He slowly but steadily continued laying grass and smearing mud on the roof.

This mud was troublesome to make; it required digging, mixing with water, and blending dry grass into it.

Hence, his work efficiency was rather slow.

But then again, he didn't have too much to do.

Even though progress was slow, as he kept busy, the area of the roof gradually increased.

In the latter half of the night, feeling sleepy, he lay down to sleep, preparing to continue his work the next day.

He endured the mosquito bites all along.

Meanwhile, 'Throw Bird''s groans left everyone restless and unsettled.

Everyone could only await his death, unable to do anything to help.

At dawn, Ma Lin got up to check on him; 'Throw Bird' was extremely weak, feverish, with cracked lips.

He carried a bowl of warm water and fed it to 'Throw Bird'.

A line of seven or eight mosquitoes clung to 'Throw Bird's side.

Their bellies were very full, evidently having drunk plenty of blood.