After I Slapped the Villain, He Begged Me to Keep Going

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I'm looking for something like "The Day I Buried the Herb Gatherer, the Whole Village Started Dreaming of His Silver Bell." I crouched down and caught a bitter medicinal scent. Web-like blue-green marks surfaced along his neck, a sign that the deadly poison was taking effect. Ten years ago, Crippled Li accidentally touched a poisoned arrow and died in exactly the same way...