The surrounding villagers heard this, looked at each other, some with reddened eyes unable to bear it, but could only lower their heads.
At this moment, not one person spoke up.
The village chief, seeing this, fixed his gaze on the stubborn-faced boy and the girl still crying, then let out a long sigh.
Bring them over.
He spoke.
He raised his hand and picked up the butcher knife polished to a shine beside him.
The knife's edge was chillingly cold, sharpened to a keen point.
Two strong young men lifted the children up and carried them towards the riverbank.
The two children struggled desperately, but without much strength, unable to resist.
Then, the village chief walked to the river's edge, took a deep breath, and gripped the butcher knife tightly in his hand.
"This cut will be quick, it won't cause you pain!" There was some reluctance in his tone.
Immediately, the butcher knife swung down.
Just at that moment.
