Chapter 945 Punishment (2)

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Two bolts of lightning and Mother God’s voice echoed through the mountain, sending a jolt of fear through everyone. They scrambled to find the source of the divine anger.

The four maids, swifter than the rest, rushed toward the back mountain, guided by the lightning strikes. They soon stumbled upon the unconscious figures—three struck by lightning and one seemingly drugged.

Panic gripped the families as they recognized their loved ones. They quickly carried them to the front yard, desperately seeking a doctor. The maids, hearts pounding, learned the drugged woman was unconscious from a potion, not lightning.

“Please wake them up, doctor!” a maid pleaded.

“Just splash them with cold water,” the doctor replied.

The maids wasted no time, bringing a bucket of well water. While the icy water was no longer freezing, it was enough to jolt the four unconscious figures awake with shivers. The drugged woman, however, needed two injections from the doctor before regaining full consciousness.

The tension remained thick.

“What angered Mother God?” a maid questioned. “Her heavenly lightning is a rare sight, reserved only for the truly wicked. Confess your wrongdoings!”

An uneasy murmur spread through the crowd. “Indeed, Mother God’s lightning strikes are uncommon, and those struck are always evildoers. Come clean!”

“We did nothing wrong!” one of the accused stammered. “We were just talking in the back…”

“Lies!” a maid countered sharply. “Talking wouldn’t necessitate drugging someone!”

Suddenly, the drugged young lady turned to her servant, Qing Yu, her gaze chilling. “Tell the truth. You were the one who drugged me, weren’t you?”

The servant girl shook her head, denial trembling on her lips. Before she could speak further, a deafening boom resonated again.

“Lies.” Another bolt of lightning accompanied the voice of the Mother God, this time striking near her feet.

Terror overwhelmed Qing Yu, forcing a full confession. The crowd erupted in an uproar. The drugged lady, enraged, pointed at the Second Miss and shouted, “As expected of a concubine daughter, ever so ruthless and cunning! Why didn’t you die from the lightning bolt?!”

Whispers came from the crowd as they recognized the accused. Fingers were pointed, and accusations were hurled.

“The Mother God Temple is a sacred ground, not a place for your schemes!” boomed the voice of the Mother God once more. “Defile it again, and you shall be cast out, forsaken by the divine!”

Everyone dropped to their knees, offering desperate pleas and kowtows. But Zhou Ying, cloaked in her divine voice, remained silent.

A maid rose from her kneeling position and addressed the crowd. “Everyone, please stand. Let this day be a lesson. Spread the word—let’s purify the Mother Temple and return it to its former glory. As for you four,” she directed her gaze to the accused, “descend the mountain and seek proper treatment. You will not be welcome here again.”

A woman pleaded, “Lady, please! I’ll punish her severely when we return…”

The maid waved her hand dismissively. “Spare your empty words. True believers respect Mother God and do not defile her temple. Leave! Our goddess sees through such hypocrisy.”

“Well said!” someone in the crowd chimed in. “True faith resides in the heart, not just on the lips..”