"Mother, save me, save me! I don't want to die!" Wei Zixi cried hoarsely.
No matter how calm and forbearing he is usually, he is only a seven-year-old child.
In the face of death and burial alive, no one can calm down.
Wei's mother just cried, crying to the point of heartbreak, but she no longer had the intention of saving him.
Because saving him meant she had to sacrifice herself.
Suddenly, the witch standing on the altar spoke: "Dirty sins are brought with you when you are born, and you are taken away with you when you die. Only the person who gave birth to the devil can truly bury the devil! Give the devil's parents the shovel and kill them." Demons, only they can do this!"
"What?!" Mother Wei stood up abruptly, shaking her head desperately, "No, it's impossible, how can I kill my own child with my own hands?"
Father Wei did not hesitate, took a shovel and shoveled a handful of soil, and mercilessly sent it into the pit.
Someone delivered the shovel to Mother Wei, who shook her head in horror and backed away, "No, no!"
"Achun, hurry up, he is not our child, he is the devil who brings bad luck."
"It's also for the whole village. Don't you think everyone in our village will be killed by this demon?"
"Chun, please, my little treasure is still sick. Only when this demon dies can my little treasure recover."
"It was you who brought this demon into the village. This is your sin. Only by killing the demon with your own hands can your sin be offset!"
"If you don't do it, you will be buried with the devil!"
Mother Wei burst into tears, panicked and terrified, and was forced to hold the shovel and came to the side of the big pit.
Wei Zixi in the pit found Wei's mother coming again, and shouted happily: "Mother, mother, I'm here..."
Mother Wei shook her head desperately, but the villager's warning sound came from her ears again.
"It is the devil who helps the devil. If you don't do it, we can only push you down together!"
Mother Wei finally couldn't bear it any longer and let out a shrill scream, then shoveled up the soil and poured it into the pit.
"Mother..." Wei Zixi stared blankly at the strange mother above the pothole.
The mother who always protected him and comforted him that he was not a demon is now planning to bury him with her own hands.
Mother Wei wept while shoveling the soil: "Zixi, don't blame Mommy, who told you to be a devil, who told you to bring disaster, I have no choice but to do so, don't blame me...don't blame me..."
"Mother! Mother! I'm Zixi!" Wei Zixi shouted desperately, his voice was hoarse, like weeping blood, his voice was full of anger, sadness and despair of being betrayed by the whole world.
However, Wei's mother shoveled the soil faster and faster, together with Wei's father and other villagers.
Wei Zixi's body was gradually covered with sand, his face and body were covered with bruises from small stones, and his eyes also got dust and sand, which was dry and painful.
But he didn't want to close his eyes, he wanted to watch, how his dearest and most loved person cruelly buried him.
Blood flowed down from his forehead, across his eyes, over his ears and nose, and flooded his entire face.
His eyes were blood red, without blinking, he stared at all the people above, as if he wanted to remember the faces of these people firmly.
Such a face that looked like a deadly ghost made everyone in Weijia Village feel terrified, and they believed him even more to be a devil.
"Look at his terrifying appearance, he is indeed a devil, the source of disaster!"