The Talented Doctor

"Mother, help me, help 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.

Facing death, facing burial alive, no one can calm down.

Wei Mu just cried, her heart was broken, but she never meant to save him.

Because saving him means she has to sacrifice herself.

Suddenly, the witch standing on the altar said: "Dirty sins are brought by birth and brought by death. Only the person who gave birth to the devil can truly bury the devil! Give the shovel to the devil’s parents and kill Devil, this matter, only they can do it!"

"What?!" Wei Mu stood up abruptly and shook her head desperately, "No, this is impossible. How can I kill my own child by myself?"

Weifu didn't hesitate, took a shovel and shoveled a handful of soil, and sent it into the pit without mercy.

Someone put the shovel in the hands of the guardian mother, who shook her head in horror and backed away, "No, no!"

"Achun, do it, he is not our child, he is the devil who brings bad luck."

"This is also for the whole village. Do you think everyone in our village was killed by this demon?"

"Achun, please, my little treasure is still ill. Only when this demon dies can my little treasure recover."

"You brought this demon to the village. This is your sin. Only by killing the demon with your own hands can you offset your sin!"

"If you don't do it, you will be buried with the devil!"

The guardian mother burst into tears, panicked and frightened, she was forced to hold the shovel and came to the big pit.

Wei Zixi in the pit found Wei Mu coming again and shouted happily: "Mother, mother, I am here..."

The guardian shook her head desperately, but the villager's warning sounded in her ears again.

"It's all demons who help the devil. If you don't do anything, we can only push you down together!"

The guardian finally couldn't bear it, and let out a scream, then shoveled the soil and poured it into the pothole.

"Mother..." Wei Zixi stared blankly, looking at the strange mother above the pothole.

The mother who always protects him and comforts him is not a demon, and is now planning to bury him with her own hands.

While shoveling the soil, Wei Mu cried and said: "Zixi, don't blame A-niang, who made you a devil, who made you bring disaster, I have no choice, don't blame me...don't blame me... …"

"Mother--! Mother--! I am Zixi!" Wei Zixi yelled desperately, his voice hoarse, like weeping blood, and that shout was full of anger, sadness, and despair of being turned away by the world.

However, Wei Mu's shoveling movements were getting faster and faster, together with Wei Fu and other villagers.

Wei Zixi's body was gradually covered with sand, and his face was covered with wounds from the rubbing of small stones, and his eyes were also dry and painful.

But he didn't want to close his eyes. He wanted to watch and see how cruelly his closest and beloved one buried him.

Blood ran down from his forehead, across his eyes, over his ears and nose, and drowned his entire face.

He was blood-red, staring at everyone above him without blinking, as if he wanted to remember these people's faces firmly.

Such a face like a life-destructive ghost made the people of Weijia Village feel hairy, and they became more and more convinced that he was a demon.

"Look at his horrible look, he really is the devil and the source of disaster!"