The King of Hell's Genius Pampered Wife
chapter-1713

Last night, many people watched with their own eyes as Kulun carried the long-dead Qi’er to the Naven River.

Someone even went up to check Qi’er’s breathing and confirmed that he was dead and his body was cold.

How could it be? How could he be alive again now!?

“Kulun, you… weren’t you… didn’t Qi’er die yesterday?”

Kulun looked at Xi Yue with a grateful face and said loudly, “Everyone, listen to me, Xi Yue is the goddess sent by Pane God to save our Cangda Tribe. It is because of her that Qi’er came back to life!”

“What?! Back from the dead?!”

“How is this possible?! Even the shaman doctor can’t do it, right?”

Everyone was in disbelief, but the child just stood there calmly.

Moli’s face darkened. He stared at Kulun fiercely and said, “Kulun, stop your blabbering. The shaman doctor is the servant of the god. Where did this woman come from? She has allured your mind. Capture her immediately!”

“Wait a minute!” Kulun yelled hurriedly. He flinched for a moment, but then he quickly calmed down after a brief recollection of an event.

He raised his voice even higher, shouting at the top of his lungs, “Then, there is another thing. The goddess told me that our tribe’s disaster is not a punishment or curse from the god, but a disease called the plague. And this disease can be cured. People don’t have to be burned alive as sacrifices to the god to cure it!”

“Kulun, what did you say?!”

“Kulun, are you aware of what you are saying?!”

Everyone surrounding the altar was in commotion.

To them, the news shocked them like thunder.

Kulun took a deep breath, bent down, picked up Qi’er, and held him up high for everyone to see. “If you don’t believe me, you can look at Qi’er. Just yesterday, he had a terrible fever. He kept vomiting, and even convulsed and passed out.”

“However, after being treated by the goddess, he no longer had a fever. He even had breakfast earlier and didn’t throw up at all.”

This speech caused even more unrest among everyone, filling their hearts with hope and panic.

A few elders who knew a bit of medical knowledge stepped forward to take a look and immediately said with trembling hands, “His condition has improved. This is true.”

“Qi’er—!” A woman’s cry of anguish echoed. Soon a woman with vomit on her clothes squeezed through the crowd. She checked on the boy to make sure he was still alive before bursting into tears and hugging the boy tightly, “Qi’er, Qi’er, you are still alive. That’s great! *Sob* That’s great!”

Qi’er didn’t mind the filth on the woman’s body at all. Instead, he exclaimed joyfully, “Mother, Mother, take a look at me. I have become better. I don’t feel hot or cold. I even ate a meat bun this morning which the goddess gave to me. It’s pretty delicious. Trust me, the goddess is amazing…”

The little boy’s rambling words were somewhat disorganized, but everyone could see that he was full of energy.

Is this really not a curse from god? Can it really be cured?

The chief clenched his hands tightly into fists. He approached Xi Yue slowly and said in a trembling voice, “Did you cure Qi’er?”

Xi Yue nodded.

“Is this… really not a punishment from the god, just a disease? And a curable one at that?” The old man said. Because he was so excited, the snot flowing to his lips blew into bubbles, making him look particularly comical.