Ri Di held a torch high, his expression full of anger.
The scrawny man was tied tightly to the burning stake, ceaselessly begging for mercy.
To the side, his wife and children knelt on the ground, held back by the tribesmen, their wails unceasing.
"Daddy!"
"Daddy! Don't die, Daddy!"
"Daddy! *Sob...* Let my daddy go!"
The four children, boys and girls, were crying their hearts out.
He wasn't familiar with the man tied to the burning stake.
He did, however, have a slight acquaintance with the man's wife.
The man's wife was named Xin. She was a skilled weaver, and ten years ago, she had helped weave Xie Luohe's wedding dress.
Zheng Xiu asked around a bit from the sidelines and soon understood the whole story.
The man had settled here even before Zheng Xiu and his wife.
