The Holy Right of a Comic

And who is the key to unlock the door? ! .

Chapter 152: Eternal Seven-Day Reincarnation

"Tituba, it's Tituba!!"

"I saw it, I saw her doing something with a strange statue in the stable the other day!"

"That's right, Tituba is a witch and a wizard!"

"..."

Since seeing many children possessed by 'demons' in the church that day, dancing strange dances, and Roy admitted that they were demons, people in Salem were panicked.

Everyone is wary of each other, and when they meet on the road, they don't greet each other like in the past, but stay far away, for fear that the other party is a possessed demon.

Everyone has become an independent individual, everyone is afraid, and the entire town of Salem is completely enveloped in panic.

And just after such a horrifying day, the testimonies finally arrived.

Tituba was tied up and sent to the church. A middle-aged woman pointed at her in horror and reprimanded her loudly.

The judge in the town looked serious, and the other townspeople also whispered, all staring at the black girl with terrifying eyes.

"Silence, silence! Now this is a temporary court, everyone must act in accordance with the law!"

"...Since you testify that you saw Tituba using a strange statue to perform witchcraft in the stable, we need evidence, my lord pastor, is it okay for us to send someone to search your stable?"

After severely reprimanding the noisy townspeople, the judge appointed by the town asked Roy respectfully.

He was a judge who had only arrived in Salem last night, sent by the upper echelons of Boston.

After knowing that there might be wizards or witches in Salem, Boston also attached great importance to it, so they sent a judge to resolve some legal issues.

However, even the judge sent by Boston still had to be respectful when facing a high-ranking pastor. Even if he went to search the house, he had to get the pastor's consent.

"Of course, this is a normal legal procedure."

Roy nodded slightly, indicating that the judge could go to his stable for inspection.

Immediately, the judge sent someone to the stables to search.

"Uncle, Tituba must not belong to a witch, right..."

Abigail carefully tugged at the corner of Roy's clothes, and said in a terrified tone.

Tituba took care of her as a maid for two years. For the kind-hearted Abigail, she has already regarded Tituba as her relative.

So she never believed that Tituba would be a witch who summoned demons.

Roy touched Abby's brilliant blond hair lightly, and said warmly: "...Whether Tituba is a witch or not is not up to us, but the evidence."

At this time, the black girl who was tied up showed a look of fear and despair.

Not long after, I saw a group of townspeople happily returning to the church. The leader held a wooden figure and held it up high: "...this is what we found in the stable."

"...Tituba is indeed a witch. Look at the style of this wood carving, she must be using witchcraft!"

People were excited and accused Tituba one after another.

"These black people are really unbelievable. The pastor treated her so kindly, gave her a job as a maid, gave her a place to stay, gave her a bite to eat, and even used witchcraft to harm people!"

"Yeah, fortunately we discovered it early and there were no more victims. Maybe she just wanted to harm the priest!"

"Burn this witch to death, as long as she is burned to death, those children will definitely recover!"

"Burn her, burn her!!"

The townspeople were excited, as if they had finally found an outlet for their fear, and all kinds of foul language, reasonable or unreasonable accusations were thrown at Tituba one after another.

Even Abigail was a little angry and couldn't believe it.

Tituba actually wanted to kill her uncle, how could she be so vicious.

The black girl who was being tied up was full of tears at this moment, and sobbed: "...No, no, I am not a witch, and I did not perform witchcraft, let alone harm anyone."

"Then why are the children in the town possessed by demons!"

People yelled at her.

"I... I don't know either."

"Then why do you have this wooden carving? Are you trying to harm the priest?"

People shouted angrily again, as if they had already identified her as a witch, these were all sophistry.

"No, I will not harm the master. The master has been very kind to me, and it is too late for me to repay him... This is not witchcraft, it is just a spell passed down in our tribe that will make people happier."

"...I just want to make the master happier, because I have nothing, so I can only repay him in this way."

Tituba cried out loudly.

"Lies, these are all lies!!"

"That's right, it's a lie, a witch's lie, we can't believe it!"

The townspeople didn't believe Tituba's words at all, and they were not interested in knowing whether the spell she cast really made people happy. All they needed was a scapegoat, a scapegoat called the 'witch'.

But Abigail believed it. She believed that Tituba would never harm Roy. She believed that it must be a spell that made people happy, not some vicious curse.

Abby looked at Roy anxiously, but Roy shook his head regretfully at her.

Immediately, a tremor rose in Abigail's heart.

"Silence, silence, now this is a court, all silence!"

The judge shouted again, hushing the townspeople.

"Tituba, now that the witnesses and evidence are here, your sophistry and lies are meaningless. No matter how you look at it, it has been confirmed that you are a witch."

"...Fire torture has been abandoned, but hanging can also be used to hang witches. This judge is here to sentence you, witch, to death, and you will be executed tomorrow!"

"My lord pastor, I know that Tituba is your maid, but now she has committed such a serious crime and wants to harm you, do you have any objection to my sentence?"

At the end, the judge looked at Roy again.

Roy just nodded lightly, while the other townspeople shouted loudly: "...Your Honor, we can't wait until tomorrow, otherwise there may be more victims tonight, so let the witch directly Sentence!"

After hesitating for a while, the judge felt that what the townspeople said was reliable, and immediately agreed to the proposal.

The townspeople acted quickly and set up an execution platform in the town.

When Tituba was put on the execution platform in the name of the witch, all the people in the town of Salem gathered together, waiting for the death of the witch with a kind of pleasure after venting.

Tituba was hanged on the execution platform in despair. She looked at Roy and cried: "...Master, I know that any of my sophistry is useless, but please believe me, I really didn't intend to harm you the meaning of."

In a corner where no one noticed, Roy nodded slightly to Tituba, expressing his trust in her.

Tituba immediately showed a look of relief and resignation.

The rope was cut, and the thick rope hung the black girl on the execution platform, causing her to struggle violently, but it didn't take long for her to stop struggling and turned into a corpse.

The townspeople below were cheering, praising Roy and the judge loudly, believing that the witch was dead, and that Salem would soon return to calm.

Abigail felt the despair and sadness of 257 for the first time. She held the bear in her hand and looked at the townspeople in the village, as if she knew them for the first time.

In her eyes, these townspeople have turned into demons.

Tituba died, but the demon's possession did not disappear. More people were infected by the demon's curse, and the town became panic again.

People think that there is more than one witch in this town, and there must be other witches. Everyone is accusing each other, and everyone is collecting evidence.

Neighbors accused each other, father and son turned against each other, mother and daughter called each other witches, and the whole town fell into a crazy banquet.

Those who are accused will be put in the underground prison in Salem, but as there are too many people who are accused, the prison can no longer fit, so the first person to be accused can only be brought out and hanged.

In just seven days, dozens of people were hanged on that execution platform, which is already a quarter of the total population in the town. What's even more frightening is that even the judge was accused and hanged. Died on the execution platform.

Abigail looked in horror at this town she no longer knew, everyone was reporting, everyone was pointing fingers, order disappeared here, rules disappeared here, lynching was abused, and the law became a dead letter.

Everyone is persecuting everyone else, just as the Roman Orthodox used to persecute the Puritans.

History began to reincarnate.

There is only madness here, only distortion, only chaos!

...

Just after the seventh day, when Abigail woke up from a nap, she was surprised to find that Tituba, who was supposed to be dead, was standing beside her bed.

"Abby, you are lazy on the bed today, if this is the case, the master will blame you."

The black girl in a maid outfit said with a smile.

Abigail subconsciously looked at the calendar beside the bed, and she found that the time had returned to seven days ago. .

Chapter 153 Everyone is crazy!

"Tituba, that's great, it's great that you're fine!"

Seeing the black maid girl in front of her, Abigail rushed towards her, holding her tightly with tears in her eyes, sobbing in Tituba's arms.

"Abby, what's wrong with this? Don't cry, if the master sees me and thinks I'm bullying you, he will scold me!"

Seeing Abi crying directly, the black girl panicked and said hastily.

"Uncle won't scold you, it's just me, I'm just a little too happy."

Abby wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes vigorously, and showed Tituba a joyful and excited smile.

Seeing that her eldest sister seemed to be nothing serious, Tituba breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "...Master, I'm here to ask you to eat, and the master is waiting for you below."

"Okay, I'll get dressed and go down."

"Um."

After Tituba left, Abigail exhaled lightly, and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

She came to a cross in the room, knelt on the ground, closed her eyes and prayed, "...Lord, this must be a miracle bestowed by you. Demons must not appear under your radiance."

Abigail thought that everything she encountered before was just a dream, although the dream was too real. Tituba died, the children in the town died, and many uncles and aunts she knew died. The length is crazy.

Such a world is enough to drive anyone crazy, and Abby can barely maintain his San value there, allowing himself to have sanity.

After praying in front of the cross, Abigail left the room and went to the restaurant downstairs, but Abigail didn't even realize it. She had already believed that the devil was real.

She couldn't even realize that there was a curse-like resentment entangled in her body, which was the madness and obsession of the entire town of Salem towards the witch.

"uncle!"

After coming to the restaurant, Abigail greeted him respectfully.

"Abby, Tituba said you were crying just now, did something happen?"

Roy, who was preparing to eat, raised his head, looked at the twelve-year-old beautiful girl who was walking down the stairs, and asked in a gentle voice.

"No, it's nothing, I just had a nightmare yesterday, that nightmare was so real, it made me a little scared¨¨."

Abigail lowered her head, she dared not tell what she had experienced in that 'dream'.

She even had a faint fear, if, if her uncle was also accused of being a wizard and killed amidst the madness of the townspeople, she would definitely go crazy.

As soon as this idea came up, Abigail shook her head quickly, telling herself that it was all a dream, and it was all false.

"I'm having nightmares again. It's just that I have nightmares again after sleeping alone. It's not easy to handle..."

Roy pretended to be a little sad and said: "...Then Abby will continue to sleep with me tonight, Tituba, go buy some incense and light it, so that Abby can have a good dream at night."

"...But this is not the way, Abby will grow up eventually, so he can't sleep with me all the time."

Roy sighed, as if worried about Abby's growth.

"I don't want to grow up, I want to be with my uncle all the time."

Abby said in a low voice, and then smiled sweetly at Roy.

And Tituba also responded, saying that she would go buy incense in a while.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door——

"My lord pastor, are you at home, my lord pastor? Someone, someone is possessed by a demon!"

After hearing this voice, Abby was stunned.

This strong sense of déjà vu gave her fear from the bottom of her heart.