Conspiracy of blue kil
They are thrown sorcerers. Kills have the form of dark blue cones, which are unbearably painful. A man tormented by an inexplicable longing that drives him to suicide.
12 evening dawns you want to display the patient over the threshold and, without looking at him whom lechish, pinch knife chips from aspen logs, speaking quickly, in one breath:
"Dissuade Kills on dry aspen, on the swamp bog, on her queen-toad, the one who spit, who are these Kills shove in the slave (s) (name)".
After that, spit thrice in my left shoulder, and the chips are collected. Collect all 12 splinters in the evening and last evening carried away in a field and burned.
Fee for treatment blue kil not take.
