"Daddy, I... am I dying..."
The little boy lying on the bed opened his eyes with difficulty, looking at the tall and strong man kneeling beside his bed.
The little boy looked like he was eight years old, Xueyu was supposed to be cute, but at this moment he was completely thin and out of shape.
The eye sockets were deeply sunken, the fundus of the eyes was bruised and dark, the lips were dry and cracked, and the temperature on his body was scalding hot.
The seven-foot boy beside the bed couldn't help but blushed when he heard the child's words, and said hoarsely: "Qi'er, the witch doctor is about to sacrifice to the gods, and the punishment of God Pancha will pass soon. By then, You can recover."
The little boy named Qi'er was not happy when he heard the words, but opened his eyes and said with difficulty: "But... I... I heard that the gods will make... Xiao Nuo die, I... I don't want Xiao Nuo to die... Dad , I want to live with Xiao Nuo... vomit~~~"
In the middle of speaking, the little boy suddenly straightened up and vomited non-stop.
But his stomach was already empty, so the only thing he could spit out was acidic water, and there were yellow traces of wetness under his body, which was the condition of incontinence.
"Qi'er!" The man and his wife shouted together and rushed over.
The little boy's body twitched non-stop, his eyes turned white, and his breathing became more and more rapid.
The man's wife finally broke down and wailed loudly, "God Pancha, if you really want to punish me, please let it fall on me. Please let my child go! This is my only child, please don't Take him, please!"
Crying and crying, the man's wife suddenly fell to the ground with a bang, and her body kept twitching. Foam and food residues overflowed from her mouth, and there was a sound of vomiting in her throat.
"Nina!" The man screamed and hugged his wife. Seeing her pale face and trembling body, the man froze.
Holding his convulsed and unconscious son in one hand, and his wife who kept vomiting in the other, hot tears flowed from the man's eyes.
However, Nina laughed, very relieved, "Cullum, look, God Pancha heard my prayer, he let our child go, and punished me. Qi'er is saved , that's great, Qi'er is saved..."
Cullen looked at his wife who had fainted and was still smiling, and then at his son who had stopped breathing, and finally couldn't help crying.
And such crying and despair are staged and repeated in the Cangda tribe every moment.
The night was getting darker and colder.
Cullen hugged his son, who had stopped breathing, and walked to the Naveen River like a wandering spirit.
Qi'er died and was taken away by Pancha God, their only baby will never come back.
And now, even his wife is about to leave him.
If this is God Pancha's punishment, why, why not take him away with him
With tears in his eyes, Cullen slowly lowered his son's body into the water.
The rule of their Cangda tribe is to put the dead into the Nawen River, so that the mother river that conceived them will bring the dead back to Pancha God, and bless him with happiness in the next life.
The child's cold body sank into the water and was quickly swept away by the rushing water. Cullen fell to his knees with a thud, and couldn't help crying out in pain.
Suddenly, his eyes blurred, and he saw a shadow flashing by. The body of his son, who had been taken away by the river, was actually brought back by something.