Chapter 522 Good and Evil Lie in the Heart (1)

Southern Border, Swamp.

This area extends ten miles long and eight miles wide. There are no tall trees, only short and small plants that seem painted with various colors of paint.

The water is black and slightly sticky, like it has a bit of starch mixed in, bubbling as it gurgles. Above, a mist of light green poisonous miasma lingers, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, but always confined within the swamp.

In the center of the area, on a relatively dry spot, sits a beautiful woman. In front of her, there is a small cauldron. She carelessly sprinkles some powder into it, and soon, wisps of blue smoke rise, emitting an extremely unpleasant odor.

A hundred yards to her east, another odd group is staked out. Each of them is in ragged clothes, looking exhausted, many with purple faces and bodies covered in pus-filled boils orhaving rotting flesh through which black little insects squirm.