Wang Dadong shouted loudly, his finger pointing at each person, the accused all dropped their heads in shame.
"Granny Yangjin has spent her life doing good deeds and helping the wounded. If she's a Demon, what does that make them? What have they ever done for the village that earns them your devout worship, to the point where you'd turn your blades against your own savior?" Wang Dadong continued.
His words finally made people change their expression.
Belief in the Witch God was an age-old custom among the Zhuanghu, never questioned until this moment when doubts began to surface.
Many people present had once received assistance from Granny Yangjin.
Wang Dadong was aware of this, naturally, Meiduo had told him.
In Meiduo's heart, Granny Yangjin was her divine being.
"Don't let the Demon's illusions deceive you. If you indulge the Demon, beware that after death, the Witch God will abandon you and your soul will fall into Avici Hell, never to be reborn!"
