"Nezha!"
Lady Yin, who had hurried over from the crowd, saw this scene.
Her eyes nearly split with rage.
She desperately shoved through the crowd and rushed in, clutching Nezha's blood-soaked body as she wailed.
"Wuuuuuu, Nezha, my son!"
"How could you leave your mother behind?"
"Wuuuuuu, my son, how could you refuse to speak to your mother? Wuuuuuu, you hadn't even gotten your mother's permission. How could you decide Life and Death for yourself?"
"Wuuuuuuuuuu..."
"My son, wake up, please?"
"Wake up and talk to your mother. I'll take you to buy candied hawthorns, toys, and clothes you like, all right?"
"Whatever you want, Mother will buy it for you. Just say one word to Mother."
"Please? Just wake up and say one word to Mother."
"Mother doesn't ask for anything else. Just say one word to Mother..."
Her heart-rending cries echoed between heaven and earth.
Lady Yin clutched Nezha and wept bitterly.
Everyone who heard her felt that shattering ache and sorrow. One after another, they covered their faces as tears streamed down.
It was the young master, Nezha, who had protected them.
He had been willing to sacrifice himself rather than let them be eaten by these demons!
Wuuuuuuuuuu...
Heaven had no eyes!
Why had it allowed such a wonderful young master to die?
Why were those wicked demons in the sky, their faces full of contempt and sneers, still alive and well?
They did not deserve to live!!
These demons, these beasts, did not deserve to live!
Within the crowd.
Jin Zha and Muzha's faces filled with panic.
They looked at each other and saw the fear and unease in the other's eyes. An indescribable sense of guilt and a deep urge to flee spread through their hearts.
How had things turned out like this?
Why