Midnight.
The mountain village was silent, with only the sounds of crickets and insects.
In the pitch-black room, Nameless suddenly opened his eyes. He sat up expressionlessly and looked toward the old woman across from him.
"Groundhog Day only has one use left."
Nameless rubbed the bridge of his nose. Just now, Wang Zong had cleaved his head open with a single slash, the blade stopping at the bridge of his nose. The sensation had been excruciably painful.
He truly hadn't expected Wang Zong to be that strong—or that fast.
He really couldn't afford to underestimate Wang Zong.
Nameless got out of bed and began grinding various medicinal herbs into powder, mixing the different powders together as he immediately set to work.
Wang Zong would arrive at the village tomorrow at noon and slaughter everyone in it. If Nameless wanted to kill Wang Zong, he had to set up the traps as quickly as possible.
The person living next door was the village chief, as well as the village's witch doctor.
Originally, Nameless had assumed the man was some kind of priest, but yesterday he had heard someone address him as a witch doctor. However, the person had spoken too softly, so Nameless hadn't heard the details clearly.
But according to the common knowledge of the All Heavens and Myriad Realms, witch doctors weren't real doctors. They were more like experts in poison. Since medicine and poison were inseparable, they possessed the ability to treat others.
The village chief's house definitely contained a large amount of poison. With sufficient preparation, it might not be impossible to poison Wang Zong.
The problem was that he couldn't tell the village chief that someone would come at noon tomorrow to kill everyone in the village. Besides, even if he did tell him, the