The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO

78: Chapter 77 Curse 78: Chapter 77 Curse “Sister Zhuoma is too pitiable, isn’t she?

Her man just died, and now she’s being treated as a woman of ill omen,” Lin Shiyan said with some sympathy.

Wang Dadong also shook his head.

Although he strongly disagreed with the superstitious practices of Zhuanghu, this was, after all, their cultural custom, and he felt it was not his place to intervene.

“Bring forth this ominous woman to the sacrificial altar,” the Witch Envoy shouted loudly.

Soon, several Zhuanghu men carried Zhuoma into the house.

The Witch Envoy started to perform a strange dance, chanting unintelligible curses under his breath.

The people, with hands clasped together, listened devoutly to the chanting of the envoy.

About twenty-odd minutes passed, and Zhuoma was brought out.

By then, Zhuoma had been tied up against a wooden post, her body smeared with colorful paints in a garish display.

At that moment, the envoy took out a thorny vine and began lashing Zhuoma’s body with it.

He claimed it was to drive away bad luck.

Soon, Zhuoma was whipped until her skin split and bled, crying out in pain.

The Female CEO couldn’t bear to watch any longer and turned away, burying her head in Wang Dadong’s embrace.

In the face of this cruel spectacle, everyone remained indifferent, including Granny Yangjin, Hazha, and Meiduo; not one stepped forward to stop it.

The envoy lashed her a total of eighty-one times before finally ceasing his blows.

By then, apart from her tear-streaked face, there wasn’t an inch of unmarred skin on Zhuoma’s body.

After driving away the bad luck, the envoy dipped a willow branch into a basin of water and scattered it over Zhuoma’s battered body.

This was the sprinkling of Holy Water, intended to purify the catastrophe.

As the water from the basin drenched Zhuoma’s body, she let out a miserable scream.

As it turned out, the basin did not contain ordinary water but saltwater.

The old saying of rubbing salt into the wound was exactly what it meant.

After sprinkling the Holy Water, Zhuoma had passed out from the pain.

“Now, carry this ominous woman to the Witch God Temple and Sacrifice her for three days.

After that, mete out the ash punishment, and the great Witch God will bestow Divine arts to save His suffering people.”

“Witch God!”

“Witch God!”

Everyone called out the name of the Witch God together.

“What is ‘ash punishment’?” Lin Shiyan asked, finding it hard to bear.

After all, Zhuoma was already miserable enough, beaten and salt rubbed into her wounds.

“It’s burning at the stake,” Hazha said indifferently, as if the one facing the punishment was not his own relative.

“What?” Lin Shiyan exclaimed, jumping to her feet.

She had assumed that by keeping Zhuoma in the Witch God Temple for three days of Sacrifice, the ritual would be complete, never expecting that there would be the burning at the stake at the end.

“She’s your relative, can’t you save her?” Lin Shiyan asked in disbelief, looking toward Hazha.

“That is the decree of the great Witch God; no one can resist it.

Besides, to become a Sacrifice for the Witch God, that is her highest honor.”

“Take the sacrifice away?” the envoy asked, brandishing a steel fork.

At that moment, Lin Shiyan stood in front of Zhuoma and shouted, “No, I won’t allow you to do this, this is murder, it’s illegal!”

“Miss, please step aside immediately, or else it would be blasphemy against the Witch God, and then I will have no choice but to offer you as a sacrifice to the Witch God as well,” the envoy said coldly.

“You dare!” Lin Shiyan, the Female CEO, came out with a forceful presence.

Just then, Wang Dadong suddenly stepped forward, smiling apologetically at the Witch Envoy, “Witch Envoy, this girl doesn’t know any better, please don’t stoop to her level.”

Then, Wang Dadong pulled Lin Shiyan back.

“Wang Dadong, you coward!” Lin Shiyan was so angry she was itching to bite something, yet she was powerless against Wang Dadong’s strength.

And like that, Zhuoma was taken away.

Even after returning to Granny Yangjin’s house, the Female CEO was still glaring angrily at Wang Dadong.

Wang Dadong sighed and said, “You saw it yourself just now.

For the people here, the Witch God is their deity.

Even Granny Yangjin and Hazha didn’t say anything.

What’s the fuss about, you being an outsider?

Do you want to end up as a sacrifice too?”

“I was trying to save someone, not causing a fuss.

I don’t believe they would dare to make me a sacrifice!” the Female CEO said furiously.

“Dare not?

I fear they wouldn’t hesitate even if the Witch God asked them to die,” Wang Dadong said coldly.

“Brother Zhaxi is right, here, the Witch God is the supreme existence.

No one can contradict his words.

Even if the Witch God asked Meiduo to die, Meiduo wouldn’t hesitate,” Meiduo, who was always cheerful and lively, said with utmost seriousness.

At that moment, the Female CEO finally believed Wang Dadong’s words, “Then, are we just going to let Sister Zhuoma be burned alive?

She is so pitiful…”

Thinking about Zhuoma’s plight, Lin Shiyan, as a woman, couldn’t help but shed tears.

“Meiduo, can you let me see Granny Yangjin’s patients?” Wang Dadong suddenly asked.

The reason for this sacrifice was those people afflicted with a mysterious illness.

If he could cure the patients, perhaps there would be no need to sacrifice Zhuoma.

Meiduo nodded, then led Wang Dadong to the ward, where the patients were groaning.

Wang Dadong walked up to the bedside and took a patient’s hand to feel the pulse.

Lin Shiyan looked at Wang Dadong with an odd expression, “You know how to treat illnesses?”

Wang Dadong smiled faintly, “I’ve told you, I can do anything.”

“Pfft, can you even tell what illness they have?” Lin Shiyan scoffed at Wang Dadong’s claim.

If this guy could cure illnesses, pigs could climb trees.

Wang Dadong didn’t say anything and continued to check everyone’s pulse.

“Brother Zhaxi, do you know what illness they have?” Meiduo asked quietly.

Wang Dadong shook his head.

After leaving the ward, Wang Dadong pulled Lin Shiyan to one side.

“Wang Dadong, weren’t you the one who claimed you could do anything?

So, you can’t even tell what illness someone has?” Lin Shiyan looked coldly at Wang Dadong.

She was still angry about Wang Dadong preventing her from helping Zhuoma.

Wang Dadong said indifferently, “They are not sick at all, of course, I can’t tell what illness they have.”

“What?

They are not sick?” the Female CEO exclaimed in shock.

Wang Dadong quickly covered the Female CEO’s mouth and frowned, “Keep your voice down.

I suspect someone is deliberately causing trouble.

These people are not ill but have been cursed with a ‘pain curse’ called Jiangtou Arts.”