The King of Hell's Genius Pampered Wife Chapter 1716: Despicable

Chapter 1716: Despicable

“Have you forgotten who was buried under the mountain forever in the landslide for you? That was the chief’s son! Yet, you…”
Mengde suddenly raised his head and pointed at the other people in the tribe, “Have you all forgotten? Last year, during the great flood, who repeatedly dove into the water to save your children, eventually exhausting himself and sinking to the seabed, never to resurface? That was Little Nuo’s father!”
“Ask yourselves, hasn’t the chief sacrificed enough for this tribe? Would the chief only have Nu as his daughter and would Little Nuo have lost her father if it wasn’t for everyone’s sake? But what about you all? Not only are you ungrateful, but you also suspect the chief of betraying the tribe. You… do you people still have a conscience?”
Mengde’s words were resounding and struck deep into the hearts of the Cangda Tribe’s people.
Many people’s eyes reddened. Some lowered their heads in guilt and stepped back uneasily.
On the other side, Little Nuo had already thrown herself into the arms of Nita and his wife, crying loudly, “Grandpa, grandma, I miss you so much!”
At this moment, Nita finally regained his composure. Looking at his little granddaughter with tears in his eyes, he said, “Little Nuo, grandpa is sorry. Do you… do you resent Grandpa?”
Little Nuo shook her head repeatedly. Her voice was hoarse, but she said respectfully, “Mom said that you are everyone’s grandpa, the best chief in the world. Little Nuo doesn’t resent Grandpa. Little Nuo is very happy to have a grandpa like you!”
Nita couldn’t hold back his tears any longer.
Nita reached out and held his granddaughter tightly. Nu also walked over and embraced her daughter and parents. The family of four cried and vented freely, yet their faces were adorned with happy smiles.
This scene stirred the onlookers’ emotions. They slowly recalled the good deeds Chief Nita had done.
The shaman doctor on the altar grew increasingly grim-faced, gritting her teeth and saying, “What are you standing there for? Hurry up and capture the sacrifice to the god! This is for the survival of the tribe. Do you want to see god inflict even greater punishment?”
After hearing this, Moli and the others ignored the pain in their bodies and stood up one after another. They rushed toward the chief’s family.
Some selfish and self-centered members of the tribe, thinking only of escaping their sickness, murmured to themselves, “We can’t offend the god; the god will curse us. We must offer the sacrifice to the god!”
A flash of coldness swept through Xi Yue’s eyes. Her voice was soft but carried a chilling undertone, “Indeed, those who are pitiable always have their despicable aspects.”
Xi Weizhi glanced at Xi Yue. Before Xi Yue took action, his figure swayed and disappeared beside her.
Xi Yue was startled and retrieved the Purple Abyss Vine that came out of her sleeve.
Just as Moli and his group were about to reach Little Nuo, Mengde and his companions formed a protective circle around the chief. The two groups confronted each other, seemingly on the brink of a battle.
Suddenly, Moli felt a burst of intense pain, followed by what seemed like an explosion of blood right before his eyes.
Then, he couldn’t feel anything anymore and fell to the ground with a thud.
In just a few moments, each person on Moli’s side fell one by one. None of them had even a trace of strength to resist; they only felt a flash of red light before losing consciousness.
Those who fell had their eyes rolled back. Their bodies were limp as if their bones were crushed, with no movement in their chests, as if they had all turned into corpses.
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