The King of Hell's Genius Pampered Wife
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Chapter 1707: Punishment
“Dad, I… am I going to die…”
The little boy laid on the bed opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the tall man kneeling beside his bed.
This young boy, who appeared to be around 18 years old, was unfortunately thin and poorly conditioned. It was a stark contrast to the playful and healthy appearance expected of children his age.
His eye sockets were deeply sunken, with dark bruises under the eyes. His lips were cracked and dry, and his body’s temperature was burning hot.
The seven-foot-tall man beside the bed. His eyes turned red involuntarily upon hearing the child’s words. He said hoarsely, “Qi’er, be good. The shaman doctor is about to perform the sacrificial ritual to the gods. The punishment from Pane God will be over soon. When that happens, you will recover.”
Upon hearing his father’s comforting words, there was no sign of joy in the boy, named Qi’er. Instead, he opened his eyes and said with difficulty, “But… I… I heard that the sacrifice to the gods requires… Little Nuo to die. I… I don’t want Little Nuo to die… Dad, I want to stay alive with Little Nuo… *throw up~*“
Halfway through his words, the little boy suddenly stood up and kept throwing up.
However, his stomach was already empty, so all he could vomit was gastric acid. Beneath him, there were spreading yellow stains, indicating he couldn’t control his bladder.
“Qi’er—!” The man and his wife both shouted and rushed over.
The little boy’s body was twitching. His eyes were turning white, and his breathing was getting faster and faster.
The mother broke down and cried loudly, “Pane God, if you truly intended to inflict punishment, please let it fall upon me and spare my child! He is my only child. I beg you not to take him away. I plead for your mercy!”
While crying, the man’s wife suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. Her body twitched continuously. Foam and food residue overflowed from her mouth, accompanied by the sounds of vomiting from her throat.
“Nina—!” The man screamed and hugged his wife. Seeing her pale face and trembling body, the man froze.
He held his son who had fainted due to convulsions with one hand, and the other hand held his wife who kept vomiting. Boiling tears fell from the man’s eyes.
However, Nina laughed. She was pleased, “Kulun, Pane God heard my prayer. He let our child go and punished me. Qi’er is saved. This is great. Qier is saved…”
Kulun looked at his wife who kept smiling despite passing out, and then at his son who had stopped breathing next to him. In the end, he couldn’t hold back and let out a sad cry of grief-stricken sobbing.
Such crying and despair happened at every moment in the Cangda Tribe.
The night grew deeper and increasingly colder.
Kulun held his son who had stopped breathing and walked to the Naven River like a wandering ghost.
Qi’er died and was taken away by the Pane God. Their only treasure in this world would never come back in life.
And now, even his wife was about to leave him.
If this was Pane God’s punishment, why not take him away too?
With tears in his eyes, Kunlun slowly lowered his son’s body into the water.
The rules of their Cangda Tribe were to put the dead into the Naven River. In this way, the mother river that gave birth to them would bring the deceased back to Pane God and bless him with happiness and peace in the next life.
The child’s cold body sank into the water and was quickly swept away by the rushing river. Kunlun fell to his knees with a thud and could no longer hold back his painful cries.
Suddenly, his vision blurred. A figure flashed past him. His son’s body, which the river had taken away, was sent back.