On the eighth day, villagers discovered a farmer dead beside a dry well. Her tongue had protruded from her mouth, splitting at the tip into two smaller tongues. The tips of these smaller tongues then split again, and so on, creating countless tiny tongues that resembled a fleshy blanket covering her body. It was a terrifying and sickening sight. The coroner's examination revealed that the farmer's tongue had forked into over a thousand small tongues.,As for the manner of death, there doesn't seem to be any commonality.,He was a man who had always been raised in comfort and luxury, knowing only pleasure. How could he possibly care about the lives of poor villagers But the results were...。