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

When the people in the audience saw Jiang Muxia rushing to the sacred altar for no reason, they fired at her and cursed at her.

"Where did you come from? How dare you bump into the goddess? Get off now..."

"The goddess will take care of them. Who told you to meddle in other people's business..."

"Your holy blood is contaminated and your prayer for rain has failed. We will tear you to pieces..."

The noise was getting louder and louder. Some people knelt on the ground with their hands clasped together, praying to the heaven while kowtowing and muttering, "Merciful God, please don't punish ordinary people like us for the sake of a villain. She caused trouble, so please take her away, and don't vent your anger on the common people!..."

Jiang Muxia on the stage was indifferent to their curses. Tang Si and Hu Daxin were so angry that they clenched their fists, waiting for Tang Zhongbai's order to deal with these people who spoke ill of them.

Tang San stopped in front of them, his expression solemn, a cold light flashing in his eyes, signaling them not to act rashly.

These two people are simple-minded and strong-limbed. When faced with problems, they just rush forward without considering the consequences at all.

In such a situation, if they took action, they would anger the people of the entire county who were suffering from the disaster.

In this sacrifice, the goddess was praying for rain for the people of the entire county. If anyone questioned her, it would be equivalent to pointing the finger at all the people.

The goddess's methods are endless. She has made herself invincible and no one can shake her.

All the people are her most powerful backers, which is why Tang Zhongbai has not dared to jump out and stop the goddess's behavior so far.

After Jiang Muxia bandaged the child's wound, he looked at the goddess coldly and asked, "The blood has been taken. What do you plan to do with these children, goddess?"

The goddess smiled, her voice clear and sweet, "Of course, I will return to my parents."

"Very good, please be careful when you act, goddess, and stop shaking your hands."

The goddess smiled without saying anything, a ruthless look flashed across her eyes. She stared at the girl in front of her, engraving her appearance deeply in her mind.

Jiang Muxia had no intention of getting entangled with them. She picked up the child and shouted to the people in the audience, "Whose child is this?"

No one responded for a long time. She felt cold in her heart, fearing that the child's parents had given up when they sacrificed him.

She suppressed her anger, lowered her head, and asked the goddess for help.

"I wonder if you could use this precious land to bandage the wounds of these children?"

"Of course." She raised her chin, and a maid led the way to the back of the hall.

Jiang Muxia nodded to Tang Zhongbai and was about to follow the maid to leave the altar when a small crying voice in the corner of the altar called out to her, "Aunt, save me."

Jiang Muxia paused, turned around suddenly, and looked in the direction of the voice. She found a ragged little girl standing in the corner. She looked about three years old. She looked at her with tears in her eyes and kept shouting, "Auntie, Auntie, save me."

"Zhizhi?" Jiang Muxia walked quickly to her with the child in her arms, put the awakened child on the ground, and picked up Zhizhi. "Why are you here? Who sent you here? Is it your grandma?"

Although she had not been in contact with her second aunt for a long time, from her daily behavior, she was really out of tune and very soft-hearted. It seemed that her second uncle spoiled her and made her ignorant of the ways of the world. After a few words of instigation, she really dared to do something like offering her granddaughter.

Zhizhi's small arms tightly wrapped around her neck. After she was sure that she had someone to back her up, she burst into tears, mumbling, "It wasn't grandma. It was a grandfather from the village who brought me here. He lied to me."

The child's emotions were released. He answered her questions intermittently and started cursing loudly.

Jiang Muxia picked her up, turned to the goddess, and asked firmly: "Are you not going to let her go?"

The waitress stepped forward to stop her and tried to snatch the child from her arms, but she glared back at her with an icy look.

When the people in the audience saw that she was going to take a child away, they became furious again and cursed her and her entire ancestors.

The goddess spread her hands to show that she would obey the will of the people.

Jiang Muxia gritted her teeth, hardened her heart, and made a decision.

She put Zhizhi on the ground, wiped the tears from her face, and said to her gently, "Zhizhi, do you believe in your aunt?"

Zhizhi nodded vigorously. Although she was small, this aunt was very kind to her when she stayed at her house during the New Year, and she trusted her very much.

"Okay, Auntie is going to take a drop of blood from your chest now. It's very light, just like... an ant bite. Are you willing to help Auntie with this?"

"it is good."

Jiang Muxia touched her head and said with great guilt: "Good child, auntie...thank you."

She stood up and said coldly to the goddess: "I will take her blood."

When the people heard this, they quieted down. To them, as long as it did not affect the sacrifice for rain, it did not matter who took the blood.

The goddess looked stern and said with a smile, "Okay."

As he said this, he walked up to her and wanted to hand her the knife in his hand.

Jiang Muxia didn't take it, but took out a delicate knife from his arms and flashed it in front of the goddess, "No need, I have it."

The goddess took back the knife and asked the maid to go over and catch the blood.

Jiang Muxia squatted down, gently unbuttoned Zhizhi's thin shirt, and lightly stroked her chest with her fingertips. Zhizhi snorted softly, and Jiang Muxia shouted, "Bring the bowl." She squeezed gently, and a drop of blood dripped from Zhizhi's chest into the bowl.

She quickly put Zhizhi's clothes on, held her in her arms, and comforted her softly.

"Miss, have you finished minding your own business? Can you leave now? Don't be too selfish. So many people are waiting for rain! You have wasted so much time. How can you not care about the lives of the people?" The maid who had led the way for her earlier had a dark face and urged her impatiently, her words full of sarcasm.

These are not the words of a person who practices cultivation.

Jiang Muxia ignored her, picked up Zhizhi, took the boy's hand, and followed the maid to the back of the hall.

A small incident delayed the time, the sun became bigger and the temperature became higher.

The heat and anxiety made the people in the audience start to get agitated.

The goddess waved the knife in her hand and said loudly: "Dear believers, please be patient. Good things take time. Don't blame the girl. She is a kind person and cares about the children. I hope you will respect her as you respect me. If the rain prayer succeeds, give her some credit. If it fails, don't blame her for interrupting the sacrifice."

Tang Zhongbai narrowed his eyes and felt a chill in his heart.

With a greedy mouth and a vicious heart, he transferred all the responsibility to Jiang Muxia.

The people in the audience were simple-minded. After being comforted by the goddess with a few words, their emotions calmed down and they turned their attention back to the sacrifice.

Tang Zhongbai received the look Jiang Muxia gave him before she left, and he understood, so he called Tang San and the other two over. The four of them squeezed to the side of the stage, secretly jumped onto the stage, and waited quietly for the goddess to bleed the next boy.

With the goddess's approval, no one protested against their actions.

Tang Zhongbai stared at the goddess's hand holding the knife with his burning eyes. If she dared to have any bad thoughts, he would immediately knock the knife out of her hand.