He pushed the barrel heavily beside me, which shocked my whole body. I smelled a disgusting fishy smell; a hot fishy smell, as if it still had the body temperature of a donkey. The body of a killed donkey flashed into my mind and then disappeared. The ghost soldier holding the token grabbed a brush made of pig bristles from the bucket, dipped it in sticky, dark red blood, and brushed it on the top of my head. I couldn't help but scream strangely, because this was a strange feeling mixed with pain, numbness, and like thousands of needles stinging me. I heard the subtle crackling sound of my own flesh, and felt the blood moistening the scorched flesh, which reminded me of the sudden rain on the land that had been dry for a long time. At that moment, I was confused and had mixed feelings. The ghost was like a highly skilled painter with quick movements. One brush after another, he smeared donkey blood all over my body. At the end, he lifted the barrel and poured out the remaining contents. I felt life surge inside me again. I felt strength and courage coming back to me. I stood up without their support.