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

Tang San had already stood behind the child, and after letting the blood out, he immediately carried the child to his back and bandaged the wound.

With the previous experience as a lesson, the goddess did not dare to cut a big wound on the child's chest again.

The knife fell, blood dripped into the bowl, Tang San picked up the child and held him in his arms, then ran to the back of the hall. Tang Si took his place, and Hu Daxin took the next one, and they kept alternating like this. In less than half an hour, all the blood from the hearts of the twenty children had been drained.

In a room at the back of the hall, the children were sitting or lying, their faces calm and they looked fine.

"No one comes to claim it?" Tang Zhongbai walked into the room with a gloomy face.

Jiang Muxia had a stern expression and complicated eyes. She couldn't express her indignation in front of the children, so she could only shake her head.

Tang Zhongbai clenched his fists, his face gloomy, "You see, a few words from her could influence the people. If she develops a different mind and deliberately leads the people astray, it will be a huge disaster for the court and the people."

Jiang Muxia was thinking about other things, and the doubt in her eyes was so thick that it couldn't be dispersed. "Zhong Bai, I feel uneasy and think something is wrong."

Tang Zhongbai was stunned. Up to now, he had only seen the goddess playing tricks and using the people as a pretext. He did not notice anything unusual.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Jiang Muxia frowned, blinked, and thought for a moment before saying, "I think it's too unbelievable that the goddess wants the child's heart blood. Is her purpose just for the heart blood? Is there any other unknown activities?"

Tang Zhongbai's eyes darkened, and he slowly said, "It has nothing to do with the blood in my heart. There must be some other conspiracy. What could it be? Is her goal the child?"

He regretted not bringing Xu Da with him. If she had done anything to the children, Xu Da, who was well versed in medicine, should have been able to find out.

Tang San saw his embarrassment, stepped forward and bowed behind him and said: "Sir, can I go and invite Mr. Xu over?"

"It's useless for him to come, it's too late." At this time, a tall man came in from outside the door, wearing a dark round-necked robe and a hat of the same color on his head.

I walked into the house and unwrapped a child's bandaged wound. Sure enough, white fleshy spots appeared on the wound, and there were black spots as big as needle tips in the fleshy spots.

"Brother Yusheng, what is this?" Jiang Muxia felt a chill and cold sweat broke out on her body. When she was bandaging the wound just now, there were clearly no such things. How could this happen in such a short while?

The person who came in was Yin Yusheng, who came with Xigang Village to watch the sacrificial ceremony.

"This is a kind of poisonous insect from southern Xinjiang. Once it is stained with blood, medicine and stones are useless, and even gods can't help." Yin Yusheng's eyes were heavy, and he was helpless. "She is really vicious. She put the poison in the child's chest. The poisonous insect enters the body faster and reproduces faster."

He paused and said weakly: "Children, they will die faster."

When he heard the goddess doing this outside the temple, he had already guessed what she was going to do.

Suffering from being blocked outside the temple, he really couldn't squeeze in. The crowd was making deafening noise and his shouts were drowned out by the sound of the crowd.

He finally squeezed in little by little along the wall amid the people's curses, and sneaked to the back of the hall, just in time for Tang San to propose inviting Xu Da to diagnose the children.

"Impossible! As long as human medicine can be used, there must be a solution." Jiang Muxia couldn't believe her ears. Only then did she understand why these children were safe and sound but no one claimed them.

She was also extremely grateful that Zhizhi did it herself. If..., she didn't dare to think about the consequences. She was afraid that she would not be able to face her second aunt's family.

"It's bad." Tang Zhongbai's face changed, and he figured out something. "We fell into her trap, and she's killing two birds with one stone."

"What a vicious heart, what a treacherous scheme." Tang Zhongbai beat his chest and stamped his feet, it was too late to regret.

Yin Yusheng cast a deep gaze on the two men. He didn't think that they did anything wrong. It was just that the bad guys were too vicious to come up with such a win-win strategy that could be used for both offense and defense.

These two people should not have come today. They are here just to get killed.

"It's God's will. Let's find a way to solve it!" Jiang Muxia said expressionlessly while holding Zhizhi.

After Tang Zhongbai's reminder, she understood. No wonder the goddess reacted indifferently to their interruption of the sacrifice.

It turns out that a big pit had been dug for them, waiting for them to jump in!

Firstly, if the prayer for rain fails, she can be blamed. Who asked her to take the initiative to help the children disrupt the sacrifice?

Secondly, these 20 children were poisoned and would definitely die. Although no one claimed them now, their families would definitely come looking for them after the sacrifice. The goddess could put all the blame on them, because they were fine when they took the children away, and the people saw it with their own eyes, so they could not refute it.

Thirdly, with the incident involving Zhizhi, all the other children died except her, which only proves that they were the real murderers who killed the children.

The most important point is that these dead children will be infected with the poisonous insects when they are taken back by their families.

The virus will spread from person to person and from village to village. Within a month, Suanzao County will become a poisonous city with mountains of corpses.

What on earth is this goddess trying to do?

"It's useless. The children will die. This alone is a dead end. The people will not believe us."

Tang Zhongbai seemed to have his soul taken away. What he regretted most was that he shouldn't have brought Jiang Muxia here and let her be involved in an unsolvable storm.

"No, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope." Yin Yusheng said firmly: "It has not rained in Suanzao County since last autumn. The drought has lasted too long and the weather is too abnormal. Judging from the drought in previous years, it will rain soon. What the people need to worry about is not drought, but flooding."

"If you pray for rain today, it will come true. Now think about what to do with these children."

Yin Yusheng was like a savior descending from the sky, giving them timely reminders and allowing them to respond in time.

Jiang Muxia nodded vigorously and said, "Let's put it this way. These children can no longer have contact with outsiders. Brother Yusheng, how long will it take for them to get sick?"

"Seven days." Yin Yusheng's face was grim, and he continued reluctantly: "When the disease breaks out, it eats into the bones and burns the heart. It is unbearable for ordinary people. It's pitiful for these children."

Hu Daxin was about to become a father, and he couldn't bear to see all this. His hand holding the knife tightened, and when he heard the loud gongs and drums of the sacrificial ceremony in front of the temple, he gnashed his teeth with hatred.

Everyone walked out of the house and closed the door. Tang Si and Hu Daxin guarded the house and did not let anyone in or out.

Tang Zhongbai led the others to one side of the hall, hiding in the shadows and watching every move of the altar.

The last step of the sacrifice is to slaughter the sacrificial pig.

Jiang Muxia couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he hugged Zhizhi and hid at the end of the shadow, then found a clean place to sit down.

For those two pigs, life was too painful, so it would be better to kill them with one knife and be done with it once and for all.

The sacrifice was completed and the sky was sunny, with no sign of rain at all.

Originally they had no intention of praying for rain, as they did not believe that it could be obtained by performing magic. Now they were eagerly hoping for the rain to fall.

It was so quiet in front of the temple that the sound of a pin drop could be heard. Everyone's heart was pounding. They knelt in front of the temple with their hands folded, praying while secretly looking up at the sky.

Disappointments came one after another. There was no wind, no clouds, and no rain. There was only the blue sky, the sun hanging high in the sky, and the heat flowing in the air.

The people were becoming more and more anxious, and some were already whispering, blaming the failure of the rain-praying effort on Jiang Muxia's disruption of the sacrifice.

With one person taking the lead, many people joined in the commotion, and the situation got out of control, leading to chaos under the altar.