Huang Laoye, desperate to gain favor from the villagers, had no choice but to try every means to expose the Witch's shortcomings.
He mustered his courage and bellowed, "Slick with words! You evil woman, scheming for wealth and causing death, you've amassed quite a fortune in recent years. Are you planning to make a silent escape?"
The Witch retorted without courtesy, "Run? I think you, Huang Youcai, are the one who most wants to run away, but you can't bear to leave behind those thousands of acres of fields. Without turning them into cash, if you run, you can only become a starving refugee. Last year, you even came to me, asking to sell some land on the cheap... Sadly, now with land aplenty and few people, gold and silver treasures are worth far more than your fields."
"As long as we execute the Evil God, the court's army will naturally lift the siege!" Huang Laoye managed to squeeze out a few words from his throat, "Otherwise, we'll all die!"
