Chapter 1707 Punishment

"Dad, I... am I dying..."

The little boy lying on the bed opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the tall and strong man kneeling beside his bed.

The little boy looked like he was eight or nine years old. He was supposed to be Xueyu cute, but at this time he was completely thin.

The eye sockets were deeply sunken, the bottom of the eyes was bruised and dark, the lips were chapped, and the temperature on the body was scorching hot.

The seven-footed man beside the bed couldn't help but turn red when he heard the child's words, and said in a hoarse voice: "Qi'er, the witch doctor has already sacrificed to the gods, and the punishment of the god Pan's will soon pass. By then, You can recover."

The little boy called Qi'er was not happy when he heard the words, but opened his eyes and said with difficulty: "But... I... I heard that the sacrifice to the gods wants... Xiao Nuo to die, I... I don't want to be small. Nuo died... Dad, I want to live with Xiao Nuo... ugh~~~"

Halfway through speaking, the little boy suddenly straightened up suddenly and kept vomiting.

But his belly was already empty, so the only thing he could spit out was acid water, and under him, there were also yellow marks smeared and wet, which was a condition of incontinence.

"Qi'er—!" The man and his wife screamed and rushed over.

The little boy's body kept twitching, his eyes turned white, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

The man's wife finally broke down and burst into tears, "God Pan'er, if you really want to punish me, please do so on me, please spare my child! This is my only child, please don't. Take him away, please!"

Crying and crying, the man's wife suddenly fell to the ground with a loud bang, her body kept twitching, foam and food residue overflowed from her mouth, and a vomit sounded in her throat.

"Nina—!" The man screamed and hugged his wife. Seeing her pale complexion and her body that kept shaking and shivering, the man froze.

Holding his son who had passed out from convulsions in one hand, and his wife who kept vomiting in the other, hot tears flowed from the man's eyes.

However, Nina laughed, with a very relieved smile, "Cullen, look, God Pan'er heard my prayer, he spared our child and punished me. Qi'er is saved. , great, Qi'er is saved..."

Cullen looked at his wife who fainted and still smiling, and then looked at his son, who had stopped breathing, and finally let out a mournful cry.

And such crying and despair are staged and repeated every moment in the Cangda tribe.

The night is getting darker and colder.

Cullen hugged his son, who had stopped breathing, and walked to the Nawen River like a wandering soul.

Qi'er died and was taken away by the god Pan'er, and their only treasure would never come back.

And now, even his wife is about to leave him.

If this is God's punishment, why, why not take him along with him?

Cullen, in tears, slowly lowered his son's body into the water.

The rules of their Cangda tribe are to put the dead into the Nawen River, so that the mother river that gave birth to them will bring the dead back to the god Pan'an and bless him with happiness and happiness in the next life.

The child's icy corpse sank into the water and was quickly swept away by the rushing water. Cullen fell to his knees with a thud, and could no longer let out a painful whimper.

Suddenly, as soon as his eyes flashed, a shadow flashed past. The corpse of his son, who had been taken away by the river, was swept back by something.