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“Muxin,” Gui Lian said, “did you really capture the Serpent God?”
The villagers, while feeling a sense of satisfaction over Wang Shoucai's fate, were still wary about the matter of the Serpent God. It wasn't until Xu Lao Si spoke up that they turned their anxious gazes toward Xia Muxin.
Xu Lao Si was the former village chief, and Muxin knew he was a respected elder in the village; she couldn't afford to offend him.
She widened her eyes innocently, her lips trembling. After a long moment, as if calming her excited heart, she slowly replied, “Elder Xu, what are you saying? The Serpent God? That is a divine being! How could we mere mortals ever see it? Even if we did, would we still be considered human?”
Her words stirred a wave of realization among the villagers. They slapped their foreheads in exasperation, wondering how they could have been so foolish. Having lived in Daimiao Village their entire lives, they had heard many tales about the Serpent God and even known people who claimed to have seen it, but no one had ever sought to verify those claims. Now, hearing this girl speak, it felt like a revelation.
How could mortals see divine beings?
Xu Lao Si's face flushed with embarrassment as he pretended to cough a few times. But then he heard Xia Muxin say, “Elder Xu, someone must have tried to frame me repeatedly and is now resorting to inciting words. Everyone should not follow suit; blaspheming against the divine will surely bring punishment.”
In ancient times, this was always the case; the more remote and backward the place, the more they believed in divine beings. Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, Xia Muxin knew she had placed her bet wisely.
“You're talking nonsense! Look at the wounds on my mother's arm and the one on my forehead—she did this to us! This person is clearly possessed by a demon and captured the Serpent God! Don’t believe her lies; such a wicked person does not deserve to live and must be burned!”
Zhou Guilian could no longer hold back as she watched Wang Shoucai and others being dragged away. Forgetting all decorum and restraint, she grabbed her mother by the arm in front of everyone and pulled up her sleeve to show them. She pointed to her own forehead for all to see.
She adamantly insisted that Xia Muxin was cursed and had harmed them.
Xia Muxin lowered her head suddenly upon hearing the words, and everyone's gaze shifted back to her, filled with confusion and entanglement. When she raised her head again, her eyes were already brimming with tears as she sniffled and choked out:
"Sister Guilian, how is it my fault that you and Aunt got into a fight over a piece of fabric on the road?"
As soon as Xia Muxin spoke, an uproar ensued, but she did not stop there. She continued:
"You saw me and my father on our way to sell firewood, and you insulted us, calling us names. My father and I didn’t dare to retort, hoping to let the matter pass. But without a word, you tried to hit me. My father was carrying the firewood when he had to swerve to avoid a pit in the road. I was following behind him and turned with his movement just in time to dodge your slap. You lost your balance and bumped into a tree, injuring your forehead. Aunt went to help you when she saw you were hurt, but you clawed at her arm until it bled, saying you would go to the Wang family and have someone kill me."
"If anyone doubts me, they can go see the tree you ran into. If I remember correctly, there are not only bloodstains but also a broken hairpin from your head."
Xia Muxin had always been observant; she had taken note of Zhou Guilian's broken hairpin when it happened, and now it served as crucial evidence for her defense.
"But how can you prove that you didn’t push her and break the hairpin?"
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