Wei Zixi's mother hugged him tightly and cried, "Zixi is not a demon, he is my child, please let my child go!"
"He is the devil!" Wei Zihan shouted, "He is the one who caused so many deaths in the village. He deserves to die!"
The villagers rushed into the house and dragged Wei Zixi away from Wei's mother.
Mother Wei cried and rushed over to grab her son back, but was stopped by Father Wei. "Ah Chun, since Zixi was born, this village has been plagued by disasters. He has brought misfortune to this village and this family. He is a demon. For the sake of the village and Zihan, he must disappear."
“Mother, mother!!” Although Wei Zixi was young, he realized something at this time. He stretched out his hand to his mother and kept shouting, “Mother, I don’t want to leave, save me, mother!”
Mother Wei cried bitterly, "He is only a seven-year-old child. He has done nothing wrong. Please let him go, okay? Please let my child go!"
Having said that, he rushed over and hugged the village chief's thighs, begging with snot and tears on his face.
The village chief suddenly said coldly: "We want to kill the demon and offer it to the gods, praying for their forgiveness and blessing. If you don't want him to die, then you can replace him as the sacrifice to the gods. Do you agree?"
"What?!" Wei's mother was stunned and let go of the village chief's arms.
The village chief ignored him and waved his hand, saying, "Take the man away!"
Wei Zixi was being held in the air, and seeing his mother giving up on saving him, he felt a chill of despair in his heart.
Suddenly, he thought of something and looked at Wei Zihan with red eyes, shouting, "Sister, save me, save me!!"
“Bah!” Wei Zihan spat at him, “Devil, I’m not your sister, go to hell!”
Wei Zixi was soon taken to the place for offering sacrifices to heaven.
The altar here has been built, incense is burning and wine is pouring, and the village witches are wearing gorgeous costumes and performing sacrificial dances.
In front of the altar, a huge pit had been dug in advance.
The villager with Wei Zixi stood beside the pit with indifferent expressions.
The witch quickly finished reading the sacrificial text, stopped dancing, and said aloud: "It is the devil who corrupted the villagers' healthy bodies and brought disaster and poverty. I have prayed to God and offered the devil's body to him. God has mercy on all living things. As long as he receives the sacrifice, he will definitely lift the curse and return us health and peace."
As soon as she finished speaking, the witch raised her hand forward, a beam of fire lit up, and her voice spread far away, "May the gods have mercy on all living beings and destroy the demons!"
Everyone in the village knelt down and shouted, "May the gods have mercy on all living beings and destroy the demons!"
The witch pointed at the bound Wei Zixi and said, "Send the demon to the burial pit!"
The person holding Wei Zixi raised his hand and threw Wei Zixi into the big pit.
The pit was very deep. When Wei Zixi fell into it, he felt severe pain all over his body and groaned in pain.
He looked up and saw many people gathered around the huge pit, all looking down at him with disgust and indifference in their eyes.
At this moment, a woman's crying voice came from a distance, "Zixi, Zixi, my Zixi!!"
Wei Zixi's eyes lit up, and he struggled to get up, shouting, "Mother, mother!"
Mother Wei rushed to the edge of the pit and cried as she looked at her son below, "Zi Xi, Zi Xi, my poor child!" (To be continued)