Kneeling on the stage were dozens of prisoners dressed in prison uniforms. They were all scarred, old and young, and their faces were pale, as if they were about to go back to the West in the next second.
The person on the high platform looked at the sky, then at the man next to him, threw down a sign, and shouted: "The time has come, the decision is made."
The executioner raised the long knife in his hand. The knife flashed with dazzling light under the refraction of the sun. The knife rose and fell, leaving only the bloody execution table. The shocking blood made people feel a trace of panic.
"No." An old man dragged a young girl to stand in the dark. The girl's face was full of tears, and her mouth was tightly covered by the old man behind him, for fear that she would cry out. The girl's eyes were fixed on every corpse on the stage. The knife was raised and dropped without a trace of hesitation. They were all her relatives, her direct relatives!
"Uncle San, please let me go." The girl looked at everything on the stage with hatred, her eyes looking at the man next to the executioner with hatred. Her eyes that used to be adoring were now full of hatred.
The old man looked at the girl and sighed: "Miss, you are the only direct descendant that I will protect to the death."
When the girl heard this, she softened her movements, and finally lay down on the ground, murmuring bitterly: "Yes, the only direct descendant, but why, why is it me, why?"
The girl collapsed on the ground and cried like she was a child, but there was no father to coax her, no mother to hold her, no second sister to watch over her, and no brother to protect her, the brother she always despised.
Why is she alive? Why is she, the culprit, alive?
No, all of this was ruined by her own hands! It was she who lured the wolf into the house and could not recognize people clearly, causing the entire witch clan to fall into annihilation.