The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

"What?" The audience was in uproar. The child's blood and sweat? Wouldn't that mean he would lose half his life?

Tang Zhongbai and Jiang Muxia were shocked, and there was a flash of hostility in their eyes.

This is not praying for rain at all, it is clearly pretending to be a ghost and harming the people. It is simply evil.

At this time, the goddess spoke again, "Don't worry, I'll just take a drop of blood from the child's chest. I guarantee that the children will be safe. I didn't bear to do it before because I was afraid of hurting the children."

She spoke nicely, and at first she was reluctant to tell him the method, but now that she had said it, she was sure that the child would be fine. This showed that she already had a well-thought-out idea, but she was still pretending to be hypocritical. From this point alone, Tang Zhongbai was sure that this person was not a good person.

The people are very easy to deceive. As long as she says that she will not harm the children's lives and can pray for rain, the people will agree and actively help find boys and girls.

"What should we do?" Jiang Muxia squeezed next to Tang Zhongbai and asked him in a low voice.

They cannot control this kind of thing even if they want to. Even a fool knows how so many people will make a choice between a drop of blood and food for the next six months.

Tang Zhongbai held her in his arms, his deep eyes showing a helpless light, "We can't do anything even if we want to. Let's wait and see how the people choose. As long as no one dies, there's nothing else we can do."

Jiang Muxia sighed and said helplessly: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

The noise from the audience continued. At this time, the old lady next to Jiang Muxia who had nagged her raised her arms and shouted loudly.

"Goddess, I have a six-year-old granddaughter. She is just outside the hospital. Is her blood okay?"

Jiang Muxia quickly stopped her, "Grandma, aren't you afraid that your granddaughter's life will be in danger?"

The old lady glared with her yellow eyes and cursed, "What does it have to do with you? As long as we pray for rain, it is her good fortune to take her life. It is a blessing for her."

The goddess on the stage looked at her and replied loudly: "Old man, it's okay. You can bring the person here. The people of the whole county will thank you."

The old lady seemed to be energized. People around her made way for her and she happily ran out of the yard to find her granddaughter.

After the first one, people raised their hands one after another, and twenty boys and girls were found in an instant.

Bring the children to the platform, and divide the boys and girls into two rows, standing still.

There was fear in the children's eyes, and the youngest one looked only two years old. How could these families bear to let him go?

If anyone touches a hair on Yangyang's head, she will beat the culprit to a pulp.

Is this a god who wants to use the blood of such a young child to break the magic? It must be a demon.

The goddess gave a wink to the maid beside her, and the maid left in a hurry. After a while, four men came up with two strange-looking pigs.

Jiang Muxia stretched her neck to look at the pig. In her entire life, she had never seen a pig with a big head and very long arms and legs. What kind of freak was this?

Could a pig sacrifice be so weird? Could it have any effect?

The two pigs seemed to have been poisoned and silenced. They were carried onto the stage without making a sound and placed in the middle of the altar.

The pig's neck is so thin and its eyes are so long and thin that you can't even see the eyeballs.

Could it be that this pig is blind?

She pulled the corner of Tang Zhongbai's clothes and said in a low voice, "Look at those two pigs, they are so strange?"

Tang Zhongbai's voice revealed anger, and he said firmly: "It's not a pig, it's a human."

"What?" She was so shocked that her eyes almost popped out. Suddenly, the words "采生折切" popped into her mind. She actually saw with her own eyes a pig made using this method.

Anger rose in my heart. How dare they? These were living people. From the pigs' body shapes, it was clear that they were still children.

So many children have been lost in Suanzao County. I wonder if some of them have been transformed into animals to be slaughtered at will, just like the two in front of us.

You can tolerate the goddess playing tricks, you can tolerate her bringing the child to the stage to take only a drop of blood as a tool for sacrifice.

At least these things will not harm human lives. At most they will cause a little pain, but you won’t suffer too much.

But she couldn't bear to transform humans into animals, use them as sacrificial tools, and then kill them in front of so many people.

She was about to ask a question, but Tang Zhongbai spoke before her.

Tang Zhongbai first shouted loudly, attracting the goddess's gaze, and then he bowed and began to ask, "Excuse me, where did these two pigs come from? Why do they look so much like humans?"

Before the goddess could reply, the people in the audience pointed at him and started to accuse him.

"How can you be so ignorant, young man? This is a pig for sacrifice, how can it look the same as a domestic pig?"

"You look so elegantly dressed, you don't look like an ordinary citizen. Are you here to cause trouble?"

"That's what I think. Let's go now. Don't delay us from praying for rain. Let's go now."

"That's right, get out of here now. If you delay our prayer for rain, God will not let you go..."

The people regarded Tang Zhongbai as a bad guy who disrupted the sacrificial ceremony for rain. They pointed at him with angry eyes and shouted at him to drive him away, as if the failure of the prayer for rain was due to his fault.

The goddess spoke up to stop the people from cursing, and said in a gentle voice: "Everyone calm down. The fact that someone raised questions proves that he is a kind person at heart. He was afraid that I would be deceived by others, and he used people as sacrifices for my sake. I should thank him."

She raised her hand, and her wide sleeves slid down, revealing her white and tender arms. She waved forward, briefly looking at the people below the stage, and said with a smile: "You should also thank him. If the questions he raised are true, then today's sacrifice will definitely fail. But, my dear, these pigs are specially raised for sacrifice in my temple. It is because of their special appearance that the sacrifice will be more successful. If you don't mind, you can stay after the sacrifice and taste their deliciousness together."

Jiang Muxia was disgusted by her words, so he decided to leave it for her to enjoy.

On the one hand, they couldn't prove it, and on the other hand, many people in the audience were watching them eagerly, so they couldn't take any action.

Tang Zhongbai bowed again and said, "So that's how it is. I understand. Thank you for your kind explanation, goddess. I will pray for rain to succeed and help the people solve their problems."

The goddess nodded slightly and began to rearrange things.

Next, the goddess cast a spell as she had done the previous two times, took out a sharp knife from the tray, walked up to the boy closest to her and stopped.

The knife flashed coldly in the bright sunlight. The child was so scared that he started crying and water flowed from his legs.

The goddess looked normal, smiling slightly, but a hint of cruelty flashed in her eyes, and she said in a gentle voice: "Good child, it won't hurt. You are a meritorious person in the whole county, you are a hero."

The child was trembling visibly, biting his lips tightly, not daring to cry out loud.

The waitress ripped off his clothes, and the child finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell to his knees.

Two maids came up and supported him. One of them held a white porcelain bowl in both hands and placed it under the child's chest, waiting to collect the blood from his heart.

Everything was ready. The goddess stretched out the knife and gently scratched his chest. The child screamed and fainted.

Big drops of blood dripped into the bowl, and the blood kept flowing, and the bowl kept collecting the blood. After waiting for a long time, no one came to stop the bleeding for the child.

Jiang Muxia finally couldn't bear it anymore, so she tiptoed and leaped onto the stage, snatched the child from the waitress, tore off a piece of cloth from the corner of her clothes, and blocked the child's wound.

She couldn't see clearly from the audience, and only now did she realize that the child's wound was three inches long.

She glared at the goddess and said angrily, "Didn't you say you only wanted one drop? Why did you cut such a long wound?"