My brother always said that he married a snail girl and doted on his sister-in-law who hid the snail shell, just because her bath water could brew the "sacred wine" that the whole village rushed to grab. The smelly bath water and wine made all the men in the village energetic, but no one knew that it was a poison that caused death. Finally, my sister-in-law got the shell back and I left the village. We finally escaped our fate.
