Wei Zixi's mother hugged him tightly, crying, "Zixi is not a devil, he is my child, please let my child go!"
"He is a devil!" Wei Zihan said loudly, "He is the one who killed so many people in the village, he deserves to die!"
People from the village rushed into the house and dragged Wei Zixi away from Wei's mother.
Wei's mother cried and rushed over to snatch her son back, but was stopped by Wei's father, "Achun, since Zixi was born, the disaster in this village has never stopped. He is a demon. For the sake of the village, for Zihan, he must disappear."
"Mother, mother!!" Even though Wei Zixi was young, he realized something at this moment, stretched out his hand towards Wei's mother, and kept calling, "Mother, I don't want to go, help me, mother!"
Mother Wei cried bitterly: "He is only a seven-year-old child, he has done nothing bad, please let him go, please? Please let my child go!"
As he said that, he rushed over and hugged the village chief's thigh, pleading with snot and tears all over his face.
The village chief suddenly said coldly: "We are going to kill the devil to sacrifice to the heavens, and pray for the gods to forgive and bless us. If you don't want him to die, then you can replace him as a sacrifice to the heavens. Do you agree? ?”
"What?!" Mother Wei was stunned for a moment, and let go of the village chief's hand.
The village chief ignored him and waved his hand directly: "Take him away!"
Wei Zixi was carried in the air, seeing Wei's mother gave up on saving him, his heart felt cold and hopeless.
Suddenly, he thought of something and looked at Wei Zihan with red eyes, and shouted, "Sister, save me, save me!!"
"Bah!" Wei Zihan spat at him, "Devil, I'm not your sister, go to hell!"
Wei Zixi was quickly taken to the place where he worshiped heaven.
The altar here has been set up, incense and wine are burned, and the witches in the village are wearing gorgeous costumes and performing ritual dances.
In front of the altar, a huge pit had been dug in advance.
The villagers with Wei Zixi were standing beside the pit, their faces full of indifference.
The witch quickly finished reading the sacrificial rites, finished dancing, and said in a loud voice: "It is the devil who has corrupted the healthy bodies of the villagers, bringing disaster and poverty. I have prayed to God to sacrifice the body of the devil to him. The gods are merciful to all living beings. When the sacrifice is made, the curse will be lifted, and our health and peace will be restored.”
As soon as the words finished, the witch raised her hand forward, a flame lit up, and the 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 devil!"
The witch pointed at the bound Wei Zixi, "Send the devil to the grave!"
With a flick of the hand holding Wei Zixi, Wei Zixi was thrown into the big pit.
The pit was very deep, Wei Zixi felt severe pain all over his body when he fell down, and he groaned after the pain.
He looked up, and saw many people surrounded the huge pit, all looking down at him with disgust and indifference in their eyes.
At this moment, a woman's cry came from a distance, "Zixi, Zixi, my Zixi!!"
Wei Zixi's eyes lit up, he struggled to get up, and shouted, "Mother, mother!"
Wei's mother threw herself to the edge of the pit and looked at her son crying, "Zixi, Zixi, my poor child!"