Fire burned, flames and thick smoke rising.
The Zhou family had their mouths stuffed shut. They struggled and writhed in terror, but it was useless. They could only watch helplessly as the flames crept toward them.
Their hair curled, grease bubbled from their skin, and they suffered unbearable agony. Yet there was nothing they could do but watch.
Zhou Xiaocui, the only one whose mouth had not been stuffed shut, pressed her lips together and said nothing.
Her body trembled, and her beautiful wide eyes were filled with fear, yet she remained silent, stubbornly watching the flames around her.
"To live one day awake,"
"is better than living a lifetime like pigs and sheep!"
Zhou Xiaocui looked mockingly at the fanatical villagers around her.
This scene completely convinced them that demons had bewitched her mind.
A person who did not care about the life or death of her whole family, who did not even care about herself—could such a person be normal?
She had become a demon's minion!
"Burn her to death!"
"Burn her to death!"
"..."
Countless villagers cried out feverishly.
For some unknown reason, they shouted with exceptional fury, a strange thrill rising in their hearts.
"...commanding all things, subduing demons and suppressing mountains..."
The savage expression vanished from the temple priest's face as he prayed compassionately.
"...the Seven Treasures That Subdue Demons, shining spiritual radiance to shatter all darkness;"
"...the exquisite wondrous dharma, wielding the sword of wisdom to slay all evils, commanding thunder and ordering the armored troops of the Three Realms, sweeping away demonic miasma; heavenly soldiers blaze resplendently, terrifying the ghosts and monsters of the Nine Netherworlds, purging the universe and displaying divine might so that evil spirits flee, suppressing mountains so that earth veins rest in peace..."
The villagers fell silent in an