When Wang Yong saw me return, he hurriedly put down the bowl he was holding and stood up, asking anxiously, "Master Zuo, where is that dirty thing?"

"I took him down," I said softly.

Wang Yong let out a long breath, then glanced at my shoulder and asked with a worried look, "Master Zuo, are you injured?"

"Hmm." I nodded slightly and walked into the room.

"I'll call my wife right now and have her drive you to the hospital," Wang Yong said, taking out his phone to make a call.

I stepped forward and stopped Wang Yong, saying softly, "I was scratched by that ghoul, going to the hospital won't help."

"What should we do then?" Wang Yong immediately became nervous.

Seeing Wang Yong's appearance, I guessed he was worried that I might also turn into a zombie, but I didn't have time to explain to him right now. If I didn't treat this wound, I might really get infected with the zombie virus.

"It's okay, I can handle it myself. Go get a basin of hot water and prepare some strong liquor for me."

"Alright, alright, I'll prepare it for you right away." Wang Yong took a few steps out, then turned back to me and asked, "Master Zuo, is my rice wine alright?"

"The temperature is high enough to ignite it." I sat down in a chair and slowly took off my blood-stained clothes.

"It's very strong; I often use it to cut medicinal herbs, and it can be ignited," Wang Yong said hurriedly.

I nodded to Wang Yong, then picked up a tissue and wiped the blood off my arm. The reason I didn't cover the wound was because the corpse poison had already entered my body, and the blood flowing out was now somewhat black. But it should be fine; my grandfather's USB drive mentioned a way to solve it.

A moment later, Wang Yong brought a basin of hot water to my side. When he saw the two shocking scars on my arm, his face turned very pale, and he said anxiously, "Master Zuo, are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?"

"No need," I replied casually, reaching for the hot towel, wringing it out, and gently wiping the two wounds.

When the towel touched the wound, I felt a sharp pain. I frowned, forced myself to endure it, and remained silent.

"Brother Wang, could you find me a short stick?" I said softly as I placed the towel on the plate.

Although Wang Yong was somewhat puzzled, he didn't ask any further questions, nodded, and walked towards the door.

A moment later, he came in with a wooden stick and handed it to me.

I took the wooden stick and put it in my mouth, saying indistinctly, "Brother Wang, please help me apply the rice wine to the wound."

"Okay, okay." Wang Yong picked up a bottle, poured out some rice wine, and carefully applied it to the wound on my arm.

When the rice wine came into contact with my wound, the intense pain made me bite down on the wooden stick in my mouth and clench my fist.

Seeing my appearance, Wang Yong seemed to understand something and asked, "Master Zuo, are you alright?"

"Don't worry, I... I can still hold back. I took out a lighter and lit the liquor on fire."

Wang Yong hesitated for a moment, then took out a lighter and lit the rice wine.

Pale blue flames instantly covered my arm, and a pain even more intense than before spread throughout my body, causing my entire body to tremble slightly. Veins bulged on my forehead, beads of sweat appeared, and my teeth clenched the wooden stick in my mouth, making a grinding sound.

"Ugh!" I couldn't hold back any longer and let out a low groan of pain.

“Master Zuo, you…” Wang Yong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, but he didn’t know what to do.

After a minute or so, the flames on my arm gradually died down, and the intense pain slowly subsided. I spat out the wooden stick from my mouth, let out a long breath, and felt completely exhausted.

This method of burning strong liquor was mentioned by my grandfather on his USB drive as a way to treat zombie scratches. He said it would be extremely painful, and now that I've experienced it, it really is incredibly painful.

I looked up at Wang Yong, who had a worried look on his face, and gently waved my hand, saying weakly, "Brother Wang, don't worry, I'm fine. But I might need to stay here for the night. Thank you for your help."

"It's good that you're alright." Wang Yong's tense expression eased upon hearing this, and he said, "Master Zuo, it's no trouble at all. You can rest here. There are extra beds available."

"I'm going to have some strong liquor and then rest. That filthy thing was over by the chicken coop; I've already killed it. Go get some gasoline and burn it," I said softly.

"Okay, I'll go right away." After saying that, Wang Yong hurriedly walked towards the door.

I picked up the bottle of rice wine and took a big gulp.

I have to say, this liquor is really strong. It's hard to swallow without mixing it with other drinks. But in order to promote blood circulation, I didn't care about that and picked up the bottle to take a few more big gulps.

I took out my phone and sent a text message to both my fifth grandfather and Zhang Guangyin. Then I lay down on a bed and looked at the somewhat tattered mosquito net. I recalled what had happened tonight. The reason that corpse demon was formed must have been man-made. Judging from the bloodstains at the entrance of the cave, someone must have fed it blood today.

When I have time tomorrow, I must investigate who is trying to harm Wang Yong, or whether their target is me.

As I was thinking, I felt a wave of intoxication wash over me, and my eyelids began to grow heavy. Before long, I fell into a deep sleep.