Ula's fingertips were icy cold as she clutched Ang's hand without letting go, as though she were gripping the last piece of driftwood.
Her voice was urgent. "You... how are you going to get me out?"
Ang instinctively tried to pull his hand back, but after trying twice, he still could not break free.
He was slightly startled and could not help laughing to himself. This little girl is surprisingly strong.
But he showed nothing on his face and merely said quietly, "The Black Magic Society clearly intends to sacrifice you. The best way to break this situation is to make you... unclean."
"Unclean?" Ula's eyes flew wide open. Her breathing immediately became strained, and her voice trembled.
"H-how do we become unclean? They will definitely bathe us and change our clothes. By then, both our bodies and souls will have been purified..."
Ang cut off her panic.
He took a small crystal bottle from his Magic Waist Pouch. The liquid inside had a faint gray tint and gave off threads of chilling cold.
"After they bring the food, finish eating, then mix this into the bucket of water. Make everyone drink it."
Ula carefully accepted the bottle and stared at it in her palm. The liquid flowed slowly behind the clear crystal walls, seemingly carrying some mysterious power.
Her heart trembled, and she lowered her voice. "Th-this is?"
"A laxative," Ang answered simply.
"A lax... ative?" Ula frowned, completely failing to understand.
Ang patiently explained, "It is a Magic Potion. After drinking it, you will keep... defecating. Until your bodies are weakened and your souls become listless as well."
Ula stared blankly at him, seemingly still unable to process the word "defecating."
The image of more than thirty women all having diarrhea had already appeared in Ang's mind. The