"Daddy, I... am I dying..."
The little boy lying on the bed opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the tall and strong man kneeling beside his bed.
The little boy looked about ** years old. He should have been cute and adorable, but now he looked completely skinny.
His eye sockets were deeply sunken, the bottom of his eyes were bruised and dark, his lips were cracked, and his body was burning hot.
The seven-foot-tall man beside the bed couldn't help but tear up when he heard the child's words. He said in a hoarse voice, "Qi'er, be good. The witch doctor is going to offer sacrifices to the gods. The punishment of Pan'er God will soon be over. By then, you will be able to recover."
The little boy named Qi'er was not happy when he heard this. Instead, he opened his eyes and said with difficulty: "But... I... I heard that the sacrifice to the gods will make... Xiao Nuo die, I... I don't want Xiao Nuo to die... Dad, I want to live with Xiao Nuo... Ugh~~~"
The little boy was halfway through his speech when he suddenly sat up and started vomiting.
But his stomach was already empty, so all he could vomit out was acid water, and under his body, there were also yellow marks spreading, which was a sign of incontinence.
"Qi'er!" The man and his wife shouted and rushed over.
The little boy's body kept twitching, his eyes rolled back, and his breathing became more and more rapid.
The man's wife finally broke down and cried loudly, "Pan'e God, if you really want to punish me, please punish me and let my child go! This is my only child, please don't take him away, please!"
As she was crying, the man's wife suddenly fell to the ground with a thud, her body twitching continuously, foam and food residues coming out of her mouth, and a vomiting sound coming from her throat.
"Nina!" The man screamed and hugged his wife. Seeing her pale face and trembling body, the man froze.
Holding his son who was twitching and unconscious in one hand and his wife who was vomiting in the other, the man's eyes were filled with hot tears.
However, Nina laughed, and her smile was particularly relieved. "Kulun, you see, the god Pan Ke heard my prayers. He spared our child and punished me. Qi'er is saved. That's great. Qi'er is saved..."
Cullen looked at his wife who had fainted with a smile on her face, then looked at his son who had stopped breathing beside him, and finally he couldn't help but burst into tears.
Such crying and despair are played out and repeated every moment in the Cangda tribe.
The night was getting deeper and colder.
Cullen held his son, who had stopped breathing, and walked to the Navan River like a wandering soul.
Qi'er died and was taken away by the god Pan'er. Their only treasure would never come back.
And now, even his wife is about to leave him.
If this is the punishment from the god Pan'er, why, why not take him away too
With tears in his eyes, Cullen slowly placed his son's body into the water.
The custom of their Cangda tribe is to put the dead into the Nawen River. In that way, the mother river that gave birth to them will bring the deceased back to the god Pan'e and bless him with happiness and peace in the next life.
The child's cold body sank into the water and was soon swept away by the rushing river. Kulun fell to his knees with a plop, unable to hold back his wails of pain any longer.
Suddenly, his eyes blurred and he saw a shadow flash by. His son's body, which had been carried away by the river, was unexpectedly rolled back by something. (To be continued)