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He Yong looked at me with bloodshot eyes, letting out a low growl like a beast. With his height of just over a meter, he resembled a clawing, young creature.
"What are you laughing at? Do you think I'm pathetic? Do you find me ridiculous?" He Yong suddenly leaned in close and asked.
I was at a loss for words. If I inadvertently angered this lunatic, he might slice my throat without a second thought. I shook my head and replied, "No. I'm laughing at myself. Laughing at my own foolishness."
And why not? How did I fall into this trap so blindly? Where was my vigilance? Where had it gone?
It seemed He Yong had vented enough and wanted to drag Aunt He, who was lying on the ground, back upstairs. However, his physique was too weak to move her, so he gave up and ran upstairs to lock the door by himself.
Having never known my mother, I held a deep-seated expectation for maternal love. Yet witnessing such a situation truly shattered my understanding.
I tried to communicate with Fo Gua several times during this period, but still couldn't reach him. It was as if Fo Gua had entered hibernation, blocking out everything from the outside world.
When I finally awoke from my trance, Aunt He was sitting up, rubbing the back of her head and mumbling softly. She leaned against the wall with an expressionless face, showing no signs of emotional fluctuation—no anger, no rage, no hysteria. Just an eerie calmness.
Curious, I asked, "Aunt He, are you okay?"
Aunt He replied flatly, "I'm fine; I'm not going to die."
"Are you not even a little angry? He Yong is your son; how can he treat you like this?" I asked in confusion.
Aunt He chuckled coldly. "Angry? Why should I be angry? If I could choose, I'd rather have killed him with my own hands when he was born."
Her words dripped with venom; it seemed she had been tormented for most of her life and had lost her sanity in the process.
It made sense—any normal person living in such an abnormal village surrounded by sick individuals would likely become unhinged as well. Suddenly, I felt a flicker of sympathy for this middle-aged woman.
Aunt He’s life was destined to be filled with tragedy. It had been so in the past, and it would continue to be so in the future. There was no escape, no breaking free; it followed her like a nightmare.
Since I had developed a sense of compassion, my attitude towards Aunt He was no longer as hostile as before. Our conversations became more relaxed, almost like casual chit-chat.
“Aunt He, why did you bring me here?” I asked, puzzled. Although I had gained a rough understanding of Aunt He and Mother and Child's past, I still couldn't guess what they intended to do with me. They neither beat nor scolded me, and while I was tied up and confined to an underground chamber, they treated me well with food and drink.
Perhaps my voice had softened a bit; Aunt He looked at me with a gentler gaze, staring blankly for a long time before saying, “Ling Feng, I wish you were my son.”
I was taken aback, but before I could respond, Aunt He began to reminisce.
“Years ago, after I was deceived into this dreadful place, I tried to escape countless times. Each time I was caught, I received a brutal beating. Eventually, I stopped trying to run away; the pain from the whips dipped in chili water was unbearable. But I wasn’t resigned to my fate. I thought about suicide. After being rescued once, they drugged me and locked me up here—right where you’re leaning now. I don’t know how long I was imprisoned until my belly began to swell. Only then did they let me out. But I didn’t want to help that monster have children. Countless times, I wished for both myself and the child inside me to perish together, yet I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
Later on, when they saw that I had become obedient, they let their guard down. That’s when the thought of escaping returned to me; I couldn’t let my son become such a monster. I ran for what felt like an eternity until I saw people. I knelt and begged them to take me away. I thought my luck had finally changed, but those people turned around and sold me back…”
Aunt He’s voice was soft and almost like a whisper, as if she were lost in her own thoughts. Listening made my heart feel heavy and my nose tingle with unshed tears.
But I was a man; they brought Aunt He here to bear children—what did they want from me?
I couldn’t hold back any longer and asked, “Then why did you bring me here? I can’t have children.”
Aunt He fixed her dull eyes on me, her sunken gaze glistening with tears. Under her penetrating stare, goosebumps rose all over my body.
“Borrowing seeds…”
Aunt He’s voice was haunting, like a Yuan Hun crawling out from the depths of the earth.
I cursed inwardly; this was just too ridiculous. If they wanted to have children, couldn’t they do it themselves? And besides, I was still a virgin!
I couldn’t help but wonder if this dwarf could even be considered sick; did he really have reproductive capabilities?
Aunt He noticed my disbelief and said, “Not every child born in the village is healthy. Some are missing limbs, some have crooked eyes and twisted mouths, and a significant portion lacks the ability to be men. For example, He Yong…”
I was taken aback.
No wonder that guy had been groping my chin like a madman earlier; it seemed that what one lacked was what one desperately desired.
“So, who am I supposed to have a child with?” I asked, suppressing a wave of nausea.
Aunt He glanced at me and replied, “Not everyone gives birth to boys; there are girls too. Didn’t you notice when you first entered the village? The girl who was next to He Yong—that’s his sister. You’re supposed to have a child with her.”
What kind of operation was this? Were they trying to force me? But I had absolutely no interest in someone so underdeveloped; I preferred mature and voluptuous types.
That girl looked like she was only seven or eight years old; this…
Aunt He added, “Don’t worry, they have ways to make you comply.”
“Using drugs?” I asked.
Aunt He nodded. I cautiously asked, "If I borrow a seed, can I leave?"
Aunt He laughed, "What do you think that is? A sure shot? A guaranteed hit? If you want to leave, it's impossible for you in this lifetime. They won't let anyone who knows this secret leave this place and expose their ugly faces to the world. So, Ling Feng, just stay here with me. I will take good care of you from now on."
I didn't expect Aunt He to be so blunt, and my face flushed a bit. Wait, does she intend to treat me like a seed, like a horse?
Thinking this way, my kidneys began to ache, throbbing painfully.
"Aunt He, let me go. Can we leave together?" I asked tentatively.
Aunt He stared blankly at the light bulb on the wall, murmuring, "We can't go back, never again. Even if I die, my soul can't escape this cursed place. The sins of my life cannot be washed away, cannot be washed away..."
Aunt He fell back into her inner turmoil, one moment crying out that she was covered in blood, the next claiming there were ghosts, sounding no different from a madwoman.
My only thought was to escape, to get away from this cursed place!
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