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The veiled words she spoke immediately sent cold sweat down Wang Shoucai's back, plunging all the villagers into deep thought.
Since the Wang family arrived in the village, they had not slept a single peaceful night. It was one thing to live in instability, but the main concern was for their children. Moreover, the Wangs had the advantage of numbers and connections with those above them, which made them feel untouchable in front of these common folk. Even if someone dared to report them, the outcome was always dire.
Xia Muxin knew her words had taken effect and continued, "Dear villagers, no one is born an emperor, and no one is inherently more noble than another. Why should we endure humiliation and live in fear? It is only natural for us to farm and pay taxes to the state. When did it become acceptable for a single family to dominate our village? That is a blatant disregard for authority and a disgrace to our nation. If we continue to remain weak like this, will our descendants have to live underfoot just like us?"
Having said that, she did not give Wang Shoucai a chance to retort and walked directly towards her family, bending down to untie the ropes.
"Muxin, why are you back? Didn't Songzi go looking for you?"
Aunt Xia, finally free, tightly embraced Xia Muxin, crying uncontrollably as if trying to merge her into her very being.
During these days together, Aunt Xia had rarely spoken, adhering to the traditional belief that men were superior. This time, however, she lost control completely. Xia Muxin felt a pang in her heart as she deeply understood an unspoken maternal love. She gently patted her frail back and reassured her, "Mother, don't worry. No one can bully us."
After saying that, she quickly scattered some thorns around them.
"Inciting Words practitioners and Daoists, hurry up and exorcise this girl! I'm afraid if we delay any longer, this evil spirit will take hold of her, and then even you won't be able to subdue it!"
Xia Muxin's sharp tongue was not only provocative but also stirred up trouble. Just moments ago, if it weren't for the Meng family stepping on Wang Shoucai hard enough to bring him back to his senses, he might have lost track of what he was doing. Now that he was clear-headed again, his only thought was to resolve the issue with Xia Muxin as soon as possible; he had already given instructions to those Daoists.
The several shifty-eyed Taoists exchanged glances, and soon Wang Shoucai revealed a silver ingot in his palm. Immediately, Zhaoxia Muxin, holding a whisk and chanting incantations, approached.
At the same time, under Wang Shoucai's direction, several servants from the Wang family brought out wooden stakes that had been prepared in advance. This was part of the village's ritual for exorcising evil; those possessed would be tied to the stakes using Hemp God, whipped first, and then doused with chicken blood. In severe cases, even dog blood would be used.
If the evil could not be driven away, the person would be taken to the village shrine to be burned.
Xia Muxin remained calm, helping her family members to their feet and shielding them behind her, while her peripheral vision caught sight of the straw sandals worn by the approaching Taoists.
Since it was summer, even the Taoists wore the simplest straw sandals typical of this backward era.
Silently counting in her heart: one, two, three, freeze.
Sure enough, after a moment, she smirked as she watched the Taoists stand frozen in place as if they had been cast in stone. She rubbed her hands together and raised an eyebrow, saying:
"What seems to be the matter, esteemed Taoists? Have you offended some deity with your misdeeds in the past? Is today your day of reckoning?"
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