One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love

Sadness welled up in Hua Jin's heart.

How pathetic were these believers to believe in an evil cult that was so entrenched that they would not even let innocent children off! The child was so young. He did not even understand what was going on. His helpless eyes kept looking around, frightened by the shrill screams of the people around him.

These believers looked terribly conflicted. They were afraid of death, but they also looked forward to it. It was as if death would really bring them eternal life. It was as if their souls would be purified. What ideology had this damned Sacred Temple brainwashed them with?

"Your choice!" The bodyguard was cold and cruel. "Do you want to kill this child, or do you want us to behead all of you?"

"I…" The poor mother took the child from her husband's arms and looked at the pure and flawless face of the infant in her arms. Even if she could not bear to, she had to bear the pain and make a decision.

"I… I choose to do it myself."

"No!" The actor suddenly shouted to stop her. Everyone looked over.

With everyone looking at him now, Hua Jin was at a loss. After much thought, he finally mustered his courage and said sternly, "Everyone, don't listen to the nonsense of this so-called Sect Master! What Sacred Temple? He'll only bring you misfortune!"

However, no one understood what he was saying. None of them understood Chinese.

"The Saint has spoken!" The believers kowtowed piously again.

A sense of powerlessness overwhelmed him.

Hua Jin could only watch helplessly as the mother let out a final sorrowful wail. Immediately after, she was forced to take a glass of strawberry juice from the bodyguard. Her heart ached, but she forced the child's mouth open and slowly poured the sweet but poisonous strawberry juice into the child's mouth.

The poison took effect very quickly. After whimpering a few times, the child suddenly straightened his legs and stopped moving. His clear eyes immediately dimmed.

Her mother's tears fell like rain! She had poisoned her own child with her own hands!

"My child…" Her husband beside her also cried bitterly.

There is nothing more painful than killing one's own child.

However, at such a moment, under the baptism of the heretics' teachings, the believers who had long lost their senses began to cheer. "Let us welcome this great moment!"

As soon as this was proclaimed, the believers came forward one after another, onto the podium, picked up the strawberry juice, and drank it in one gulp.

An old man began to resist. "I don't want to! I want to leave this place! I don't want to die! I don't want to drink this thing!" He finally had a mental breakdown and kept struggling. He pushed through the crowd, trying to escape.

However, some believers pushed him to the ground. A few people stepped on him. Another believer brought strawberry juice and forced it down. How could a weak old man be a match for these crazy believers? He was forced to drink the strawberry juice containing hydrogen chloride. He convulsed and fell to the ground. Then, he stopped moving.

One after another, believers drank the strawberry juice, and others went on stage to receive it.

Within a short time, many people fell in the plaza.

The evening breeze blew gently, as if it was wailing mournfully.

Hua Jin watched helplessly as the believers drank the strawberry juice, but there was nothing he could do to turn the situation around.

The scene was sad and tragic.