Seeing her beloved grandmother lying dead at her feet on the altar, Cui Yulu lost control of her emotions and screamed loudly.
"Han An, you are not human. You will pay a much higher price for your mistakes."
At this moment, Cui Yulu was emotionally agitated, completely different from her demeanor yesterday when she was determined to die.
Recalling the moments she spent with her grandmother after marrying into the Han family, Cui Yulu was overcome with grief, and large tears rolled down her cheeks.
At this moment, when Han An saw the blood on the altar, a ferocious smile appeared on his face.
"Haha, it's good that they're dead. The more of them die, the better the effect of sacrificing to the heavens."
Han An stared at everything before him with near madness, his expression turning bloodthirsty and brutal.
Han Yu'an struggled to get up from the ground, wanting to check on his grandmother, but was stopped by Dunzi, who took the wrist-thick wooden stick from Dunzi's hand and swung it at Han Yu'an.
Han Yu'an stumbled and fell to the ground again.
The members of the main branch gasped at the sight. Han Hu and Han Bao rushed over to protect Han Yu'an, while Abu stared wide-eyed at Han Yu'an.
"Little brat, you want to give it a try too?"
"I'll kill you! You hurt my sister and brother, I'll kill you!"
Abu waved his little hands and lunged at Han An, but was knocked away by Han An's stick and crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Han An, you bastard, you'll get your comeuppance."
"Retribution? Who knows who will be the one to suffer the consequences?"
After saying that, he hit Han Yu'an again: "Let's see who dares to stop us now, this is what will happen to them."
As he spoke, he picked up the torch and walked toward the altar, but before he had taken a few steps, Han Yu'an grabbed his foot.
"No, burn the rain and dew. If you're going to burn something, burn me. You hate me, not her."
"Yu'an, no."
Han An looked at the two of them with a sinister smile: "Since you have such a request, how can I refuse? Come on, put Han Yu'an on the altar as well."
"Han An, you..."
Han Hu, Han Bao, and Han Daping were all restrained by the villagers and completely unable to move.
"No, Yu'an, no! You must live, live well."
Cui Yulu let out a roar, and suddenly the sky, which had been sunny just moments before, became covered with dark clouds, and the distant rumble of thunder could be faintly heard.
"Quickly light the fire! Everyone, hide! This girl must have used some kind of sorcery. Everyone, hide quickly so you don't get struck by lightning!"
Zhao Guifang had experienced being struck by lightning before, so she knew what it was like and quickly gathered everyone to hide.
Seeing the changing sky, the villagers didn't dare to delay and ran towards the ancestral hall, fearing they might be struck by lightning.
Han An threw the torch directly onto the altar, which had already been doused with oil. At this moment, the sparks suddenly burst into flames.
So what if it's lightning? It can't extinguish the fire. Let it burn quickly and burn this woman to death. Let's see how smug the main family can be then.
Flames quickly rose up, and Han Yu'an, ignoring the pain in his body, got up and ran to the edge of the altar, wanting to go up and save Cui Yulu.
"Yu'an, we're with you."
Han Jiaran and everyone else, including Niu Niu, stood below the altar, ready to rush into the fire to save Cui Yulu.
"No, everyone, don't do this. Live well and see how God deals with those beasts."
Thunder roared down, instantly changing the color of the sky and earth.
Upon seeing this scene, Granny Han immediately knelt down and cried out, "Gods, please calm your anger! Gods, please calm your anger! Why aren't you doing anything yet? Can't you see that the gods are furious?"
As soon as Granny Han finished speaking, a bolt of lightning struck and exploded at her feet, so loudly that it nearly deafened her.
Everyone panicked and quickly fled.
The clatter of horses' hooves followed.
Han An watched all this with a cold eye. Just as he had expected, the lightning only rolled across the sky and did not strike anyone this time.
It seems that fate is on my side this time.
At this moment, Lin Xiucai and Du Heng were burying snow on the fire with shovels. Seeing that the Han family was preparing to die, they angrily shouted, "What are you doing? Wouldn't it be great if they all died? Bad guys, hurry up and think of a way to save them!"
These words were like a wake-up call; Han Daping was the first to come to his senses, picked up a shovel, and got to work.
Seeing this from his horse, Fu Xiaoyu quickly ordered the guards behind him to help, while he himself leaped into the sea of fire.
At this moment, Cui Yulu was so choked that she almost fainted, but in her last moment, she seemed to see a man in purple and gold armor riding on auspicious clouds to pick her up.
"So there really are gods. Have the gods come to take me away? Can I reunite with my mother and the others?"
Fu Xiaoyu didn't have time to pay attention to her words. He quickly took out a dagger, cut the rope, and disappeared into the sea of fire with her.
Looking at Fu Xiaoyu in the firelight, Han Yu'an finally realized that he really couldn't protect her.
When Cui Yulu woke up again, she thought she had really arrived in the underworld and reunited with her mother and the others.
"Master, that brat is awake. Go and take a look."
"Nonsense, that's your grandmaster. Come with me to take a look."
But Fu Xiaoyu was already in the house before them.
"You died too? How come we meet in the underworld? It's all my fault for not having time to send you the antidote. But don't worry, I can make an antidote for you here to save you."
Fu Xiaoyu's face darkened. Was he really that easy to kill?
"You didn't die, and I didn't die either. Good people don't die so easily."
Hearing this, Cui Yulu felt a little sad. Good people are the easiest to die.
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