Makhi, the bald man who just expressed loyalty to the village chief.
His sister, Rosa, is only thirteen years old this year, regarded as an ominous person because she was born with six fingers.
In fact, in the outside world, with today’s scientific level, having six fingers is no longer a rare case.
It’s just a genetic inheritance.
But for the closed mountain village, the villagers still hold onto outdated thoughts.
They believe Rosa is ominous, so they target her everywhere.
Over time, even Makhi himself began to dislike his sister because Rosa was considered ominous, so he could never succeed and stand out.
Now is a good opportunity for him to express loyalty.
Makhi quickly spoke up, “Thank you, Village Chief and Witch, for favoring my sister Rosa. She was born on July 14th, and I’ll go get her right away.”
“Hurry up and come back, you only have ten minutes.”
The village chief reminded him.
“Yes.”
Time passed minute by minute, and ten minutes later, Makhi appeared again carrying a child.
The girl looked only twelve or thirteen years old, with a slender figure that seemed precarious, and the large blue cloth robe on her appeared very empty.
Because she rarely went out, her delicate face was extremely fair.
At this moment, her black crystal-like eyes revealed unease and fear.
“Brother, why… why did you bring me here? I can’t participate in the blood ritual… the Magic God will be angry.”
Rosa said timidly, turning to leave.
She was an ominous person and couldn’t stay here. What if she caused her brother to be implicated by the Magic God?
Yet, Rosa was only thinking for her brother, unaware that the person pushing her into hell was her only reliance, her own brother.
Makhi grabbed his little sister’s hand, smiling gently.
“Rosa, didn’t you always want a white dress? After tonight, I will buy you one.”
This happiness seemed to come too quickly.
But innocent Rosa didn’t realize the danger approaching. She smiled at her brother Makhi.
“Really? Brother, you’re so good to me.”
“Of course, because you’re my sister, so… die!”
Suddenly, Makhi drew out a dagger and stabbed it towards Rosa’s chest, warm blood continuously flowing from the wound.
Rosa widened her eyes in disbelief at her brother in front of her.
“Brother… why?”
Didn’t he promise to protect her forever?
Makhi felt a moment of regret, but this tiny strand of familial affection was quickly dispersed by desire.
There was no tenderness left on his face, only hatred!
Unspeakable hatred!
“Because I hate you!”
“Your birth has caused my misfortune, don’t you know because of you, I’ve been looked down upon until now?”
Rosa suddenly understood. A sad expression appeared on her tender face.
Two lines of clear tears flowed down her cheeks, finally raising her small hand to tug at her brother’s sleeve.
“I… I understand. If my death can keep my brother away from misfortune, then I’m willing.”
“You…”
Makhi’s hand holding hers became extremely stiff, the warm sticky liquid on his palm… was Rosa’s blood.
Continuously flowing out from her body.
He clenched his fists tightly, gritting his teeth, “Then I thank you.”
Rosa’s body lost balance and fell onto the white altar, blood streaming down the grooves beneath her, illuminating the totems.
She felt herself slipping away, close to death.
Even though she only lived for thirteen years, death was not terrifying for Rosa. Instead, it was a kind of relief. She could finally stop burdening her brother. With her last breath, Rosa weakly uttered her final words. “Just, just now… when… when you said you wanted to buy me a white dress… I felt… so happy.”
“Brother, you must be happy!”
With the last word spoken, Rosa closed her eyes forever.
From now on, no one would point at her spine and curse her as an ominous person in her world. How nice!
“Rosa…” The dagger in Makhi’s hand fell to the ground, the metallic texture colliding with the marble floor with a dull sound. Along with Rosa’s final blessing, it fell on Makhi’s heart.
Coming to his senses, he looked at his sister lying dead before his eyes, finally realizing what he had done! He had actually killed his own sister. His only sister!
Makhi’s knees buckled, kneeling in front of Rosa, holding her still warm body, crying bitterly. “Rosa, don’t hate me, I had no choice.”
He would definitely buy the white dress for her. Kiara had no interest in watching this scene and ordered people to pull Makhi away.
“Makhi, you did well this time. The position as the leader of the militia team is yours from today onwards.” Upon hearing this, Makhi reluctantly wiped away his tears and knelt down to express his gratitude. “Thank you, Village Chief.”
In the corner, Cheche’s face was already covered in tears. Just now, she had wanted to save the girl, but before the silver needle could be sent out, she was killed by her brother.
Not only Kiara, even she hadn’t expected her brother to be so cruel and selfish with time.
With the required number of people gathered, the blood of the remaining thirteen people continuously lit up the totem on the ground.
Blood flowed from high to low like water, finally gathering on the central moon totem.
Seeing that the blood ritual was about to succeed, Cheche anxiously looked at the gate. Why hasn’t Alisha come yet? Those thirteen people were pale from loss of blood, and just when they were about to collapse, Cheche had a sudden inspiration.
She set a fire outside the door. Since the entire temple was made of wood, the fire outside quickly ignited. The billowing smoke was continuously blown inside by the wind, and the pungent smell quickly woke up the villagers.
“Fire!” Someone shouted, and the village chief and his daughter, who realized that the temple was on fire, looked grim. “Quick, put out the fire!”
“Kiara, you don’t need to move, watch the Golden Silkworm.”
“Yes.” Under the cover of thick smoke and flames, Cheche took action conveniently. Seizing the opportunity, she pierced Makhi’s neck with a silver needle.
Before he could call for help, he felt darkness enveloping him and fainted completely.”You…”
Cheche casually took away the dagger from his waist and moved towards the altar amidst the chaos. At the same time, Kelvin also noticed Cheche’s figure, his brow furrowing.
Could this fire be set by this little girl? She dared to rush up like that to save people, she was truly bold. Kelvin, who had planned to wait for the good opportunity to act, had to join the crowd to help.