The messenger was so frightened that his body trembled like chaff; the Witch God himself had long since been scared witless, too busy trying to save his own skin to care about rescuing others.
"No one can save you today." Granny Yangjin's beauty was cold as frost, her killing intent overwhelming, as she had indeed grown truly enraged.
Unexpectedly, the Witch God they had enshrined as a divine being was just a group of despicable and lustful people.
This kind of thing had happened before in Hasa Village.
Over the past few years, three beautiful Zhuanghu girls had been sent to the Witch God Temple as offerings.
As a doctor, Granny Yangjin loathed these ruthless acts of depravity.
Thinking of those poor Zhuanghu women being bullied by these beasts, and ultimately being burned alive, Granny Yangjin had reached the brink of rage.
"Granny Yangjin, spare my life, I realize my mistake, don't kill me," the messenger pleaded for mercy.
