"Mother, save me, save me! I don't want to die!" Wei Zixi cried hoarsely.
No matter how calm and patient he is, he is just a seven-year-old child.
Faced with death and being buried alive, no one can remain calm.
Wei's mother just cried, her tears were heartbroken, but she had no intention of saving him anymore.
Because saving him means she has to sacrifice herself.
Suddenly, the witch standing on the altar spoke: "Filthy sins are brought with us at birth and taken away with us at death. Only the person who gave birth to the devil can truly bury the devil! Give the shovel to the devil's parents. Only they can kill the devil!"
"What?!" Mother Wei stood up suddenly and shook her head desperately, "No, this is impossible. How can I kill my own child with my own hands?"
Father Wei did not hesitate. He picked up a shovel, scooped up a handful of soil, and threw it into the pit without mercy.
Someone handed a shovel to Wei's mother, who stepped back in fear, shaking her head. "No, no!"
"Ah Chun, hurry up, he is not our child, he is the devil who brings misfortune."
"This is also for the whole village. Do you want everyone in our village to be killed by this demon?"
"Ah Chun, please, my little treasure is still sick. Only when this devil dies can my little treasure recover."
"You brought this demon into the village. This is your sin. Only by killing the demon with your own hands can you atone for your sin!"
"If you don't take action, you will be buried with the devil!"
Wei's mother was in tears and terrified. She was forced to hold a shovel and walk to the side of the pit.
Wei Zixi in the pit found that his mother came over again and shouted happily: "Mom, mom, I'm here..."
Mother Wei shook her head desperately, but the villagers' warnings came to her ears again.
"Anyone who helps the devil is a devil. If you don't take action, we will have no choice but to push you down with us!"
Wei's mother finally couldn't bear it anymore and let out a shrill scream, then shoveled up the soil and poured it into the pit.
"Mom..." Wei Zixi stared blankly at the strange mother above the pit.
The mother who always protected him and comforted him that he was not a demon was now planning to bury him with her own hands.
Mother Wei cried as she shoveled the dirt: "Zixi, don't blame your mother. You are a demon. You will bring disaster. I had no choice. Don't blame me... Don't blame me..."
"Mother! Mother! I am Zixi!" Wei Zixi shouted desperately, his voice was hoarse and sounded like crying blood. His cries were filled with anger, sadness and despair of being abandoned by the whole world.
However, Wei's mother shoveled the soil faster and faster, and was joined by Wei's father and other villagers.
Wei Zixi's body was gradually covered with sand, and his face and body were covered with scratches from small stones. His eyes were also filled with dust and became dry and painful.
But he was unwilling to close his eyes. He wanted to watch how the person he loved most cruelly buried him.
Blood flowed from his forehead, across his eyes, over his ears and nose, and submerged his entire face.
His eyes were bloodshot and he stared at everyone above him without blinking, as if he wanted to memorize their faces firmly.
This appearance, like that of a murderous ghost, made everyone in Weijia Village feel uneasy, and they believed more and more that he was a devil.
"Look at his terrifying appearance. He is indeed the devil and the source of disaster!" (To be continued)