Last night, many people saw with their own eyes that Cullen carried the long-dead Qi'er to the Nawen River.
Someone even went up to check Qi'er's breathing and confirmed that he was really dead, even his body was cold.
How could it be? How could he be alive again now!
"Kulun, you...you said yesterday...Qier was already dead, right?"
Kulun looked at Xi Yue with gratitude and said loudly: "Listen to me, everyone. Xi Yue is the goddess sent by God to save our Cangda tribe. It is because of her that Qi'er was able to come back to life!"
"What?! Resurrection from the dead?!"
"How is this possible?! Even a witch doctor can't do this?"
Everyone's face was filled with disbelief, but the child was just standing there fine.
Mori's face darkened, and he glared at Kulun and said, "Kulun, don't confuse people here. The witch doctor is the servant of God. Where did this woman come from? She actually confused your mind. Come on, arrest him for me!"
"Wait a minute!" Cullen shouted hurriedly, meeting Mori's fierce gaze. He shrank back, but remembered something and quickly calmed down.
He raised his voice even higher, almost hoarsely, and said, "Also, there is one more thing. The goddess told me that the disaster that befell our tribe was not a punishment or curse from the gods at all, but a disease, a disease called plague. And this disease can be cured. There is no need to burn people to death to sacrifice to the gods, it can be cured!"
"Cullen, what did you say?!!"
"Cullen, do you know what you are talking about?!"
Everyone around the altar was in a commotion.
To them, this was like a bolt from the blue.
Cullen took a deep breath, bent down, picked up Qi'er, and held him high for everyone to see. "If you don't believe me, you can come and see Qi'er. Qi'er had a high fever all over his body yesterday, and he kept vomiting. He even had convulsions and passed out."
"But after being treated by the Goddess, he no longer has a fever. He even ate breakfast just now and didn't vomit at all."
These words made everyone even more agitated, and their hearts were filled with hope and panic.
A few elderly people who knew a little bit about medicine came forward to take a look, and immediately said with trembling hands: "The condition has improved, it has really improved."
“Qi’er!!” A woman’s cry was heard, and soon a woman with vomit on her clothes came into the crowd, checked the boy up and down, and made sure he was still alive. Then she hugged him into her arms, crying, “Qi’er, my Qi’er, you’re still alive, so good, so good!”
Qi'er didn't mind the dirt on the woman's body at all, but said with joy: "Mom, mom, you see I'm really fine. I don't feel hot or cold. I even had a meat bun this morning, which was given to me by the goddess sister. It was delicious. I tell you, the goddess sister is amazing..."
The little boy's words were a little disorganized, but everyone could see that he was full of energy.
Could it be that this really wasn't a curse from the gods? Could it really be cured
The clan leader clenched his fists, walked up to Xi Yue, and asked in a trembling voice, "Did you cure Qi'er?"
Xi Yue nodded.
"This... This is really not a punishment from God, but just an illness? And it's a curable disease?"
When the old man was talking, he was so excited that the snot flowing down his lips blew bubbles, which looked particularly funny. (To be continued)