The assistant, drenched in cold sweat, still forced himself to enter under the drive of greed.
In his line of work, he made money off the dead, feasting on the blood of others. He had already come to terms with this when he entered the industry.
If spirits could be used to make money, why not corpses?
The assistant calmed down, drew out a small knife he carried with him, and planned to scrape a small handful of leaves from the 'tree man'.
He bent down, leaned closer, and vaguely felt that the person was still alive. When he touched the chest, there was no heartbeat or breathing, feeling more like a half-dead vegetative state.
The assistant felt that this place was not suitable for a long stay, and with a quick scrape of the leaves, he stuffed them into his pocket and fled in panic.
That night, the assistant brewed the handful of leaves, found a homeless man, and tricked him into drinking the tea. However, the homeless man was fine, was able to run and jump, and saw no spirits.
