The divine messenger, accompanied by a large group of servants, went to cause trouble for the Xia family head.
He wanted to tear the Xia family apart, capture the false god, let the true god devour the false god, and then throw those audacious false god believers into prison to suffer the torture of having their ears cut off and noses gouged out.
Of course, if the pleas of these false god followers were sincere enough, he might have the mercy to make them reluctantly become slaves to the village, working day and night to farm and mine.
...
The divine messenger was fast, but he was dumbfounded by the situation at the Xia family's residence.
On the way here, he had imagined countless scenarios, the most difficult one being when a false god gained power and the Xia family head gathered a few loyal believers to fight to the death.
Even so, the messenger believed that there was strength in numbers and that he would be able to subdue the false god and his followers with his large number of servants.
But the current situation made him back down.
Xia Chuhe stood on the table, fearlessly stretching out his hand to meet the dark figure head-on.
Her figure, silhouetted against the shadows, appeared as small as an ant. Yet she stood ramrod straight, her upright spine giving the impression of someone who stood tall and strong.
Women and children surrounded Xia Chuhe in several dense circles, shouting defiantly at the shadowy figure and singing and dancing wildly.
It turned out that as soon as they discovered the golden light bestowed by the Taotie God to ward off the dark shadows, Xia Chuhe and the others mobilized and called out to the villagers, so that they could witness the miracle.
Most of the villagers who had eaten at the Xia family's house and had heard of the Taotie God dared to go out and see for themselves.
A few who were unwilling to come out were taken to their homes by the Winter Destroyer, thrown out of their homes, and forced to face the shadows.
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Both seek protection, but one requires surrendering all possessions and even sacrificing family members, while the other only requires an unseen and intangible faith.
You can choose which god to worship even with your toes.
So, people gathered together, singing and dancing, to celebrate their bright new life ahead.
Wherever the shadowy figure attacked, golden light flashed.
The night was as still as water, bathed in golden light, making it difficult to distinguish between human and ghost faces.
The messenger took a step back; he was afraid.
The servants behind the messenger retreated several steps. They were already in a miserable state, forced to do chores, so how could they possibly be willing to sacrifice their lives for their master?
"False god! The faithful followers of the false god have arrived!" The sharp-eyed woman shouted as she spotted the messenger and his servants.
"How dare you! You are the true believers of the false god! How dare you! Charge! Kill these false god believers!" Enraged, the messenger roared at the servants behind him.
"Sisters!" Xia Chuhe shouted, raising her arms. "Down with the false gods! Bring back our children! Children, come home! With the Taotie God protecting you, you no longer need to be enslaved by the false gods!"
Go home...go home...
The servants of the divine messenger looked at each other in bewilderment.
Yes, they have homes and families.
They should have grown up happily at home, becoming either hardworking or a little lazy free spirits.
However, the false gods used the excuse that they were afraid their children would become lazy due to being spoiled by their families to forcibly take them away from their families and make them slaves at a young age, forcing them to work non-stop every day.
Chopping vegetables, washing clothes, mowing lawns, grinding grain...
The hands that should have been tender were prematurely worn down by the false gods, developing rough calluses.
They want to go home; they want to believe in the true God!
People, so many people, people everywhere, in front, behind, left, and right, countless people pushing, shoving, and squeezing the messenger of the god.
Many hands make light work.
Too many people can trample someone to death.
The messenger of the god did not know who had pressed down on his shoulders, bent his thighs, and stepped on his spine.
Many people, many feet, trampled on him.
The messenger kept repeating, "God, save me... God, save me... God, save me..."
The gods' protection enveloped him, diminishing most of the force that had stepped on him. However, somehow, the divine protection grew weaker and weaker…
He heard the cracking sound of ribs breaking, the sound of vomiting blood after internal organs were compressed, and the gurgling sound of blood vessels being compressed...
He can no longer hear.
He became a meat pie, buried by his former servants in the land that once belonged to him.
The mists of heaven were blown away, the magnificent palaces were torn down, and the broken bricks became the foundation of the new house. The bride of the gods became a free girl once again.
Dong Huimiao held her daughter, whom she had finally found, her smile a mixture of satisfaction and heartache.
The daughter kissed Dong Huimiao and slowly disappeared into her arms.
The things that were taken or exchanged by the gods were returned to their rightful places, and the supernatural powers and abilities returned to their original owners. The land deeds lay quietly at the bottom of the villagers' boxes, and the plump cattle and sheep grazed leisurely in the backyard, completely unaware that their owners had changed hands time and again.
The palace, whose stones had been picked off, was now just a low layer of ruins.
Xia Chuhe couldn't help but marvel again; many hands make light work, and they were even faster at picking up bricks than a professional construction team.
Although the messenger of the gods has been killed and heaven has been destroyed, the rules have yet to appear.
Xia Chuhe carefully searched through the palace ruins and suddenly saw a golden light shining brightly from a breeding farm.
She took a closer look and her face darkened.
Where the golden light appeared, there was an altar, beneath which lay a small stone statue, bearing a resemblance to the deity statues hanging in the home. On the altar, Dong Huimiao sat upright, winking and making faces at her.
"Get down," Xia Chuhe ordered her.
Dong Huimiao clicked his tongue and said, "I was the one who found it first, so why aren't you being polite to me?"
She showed no intention of getting down and continued to provoke Xia Chuhe with her words: "Tell me, what will happen if I leave this body on the altar?"
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