Become a villain after transmigrating into an infinite game

Chapter 100
"Oh, the blood is bleeding so much, I'm afraid the young mistress will be in trouble."

The midwife was still holding the pipe, sitting on the chaise longue, "This stomach is really disappointing."

"I'll call the matchmaker tonight," the young master said with a cold face, "just give me a remake for a good day tomorrow."

"You don't need to call a matchmaker, just put one in the warehouse if you want."

The midwife smiled, "Like the young mistress, they are both college students and white-collar workers. For those of us who do business with the outside world, it is not difficult for us to use a few clean women to give birth to a few more smart children."

The victim is in agony, but the perpetrator disapproves and speaks eloquently—just a few steps away, pain and joy are clearly divided.

"I can't stand it."

Song Jingyun breathed tremblingly and opened his eyes, "I can't stand watching as a bystander..."

"Lead the ox together, don't just stick it in one place - it won't hurt enough, the baby won't be born properly!" the midwife urged.

"Don't worry about the young mistress, just keep the young master." The eldest young master ordered coldly.

The voices of the midwife and the young master were mixed together, spinning coldly in the muddy room, the sound of the old cow being whipped, the loud noise of bleeding, and the tearing of the fragile flesh on the cow's back.

"what--!!"

The woman's desperate and painful screams were as sharp as a sharp knife, and a knife cut his back, making his limbs tremble with chills. He felt that this small, square courtyard was a cage, full of big mouths that cannibalized people.

"Don't look at Quan Heng!" Song Jingyun grabbed her arms and looked quietly at Quan Heng under the room, almost breaking her voice, "I beg you, don't look at it! Don't you feel bad?!"

"I don't look at it, it's there too." Quan Heng lowered his eyes, unable to see his emotions clearly.

Looking at her still peaceful eyes, Song Jingyun suddenly felt an inexplicable chill, feeling absurd: "Don't you..."

"Nothing? No empathy at all, no indignation?"

Quan Heng sighed slightly, looked sideways at Song Jingyun's hand holding his arm, and said softly:

"The game map likes to use the reality of the double world. Song Jingyun, although I am not as old as you, I have seen much more dirty things than you. Do you know what price women have to pay for giving birth?"

"I..." Song Jingyun opened his mouth, finally pursed his lips and shook his head.

"But you must know what propaganda is in general."

Quan Heng smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes, "Women give birth to maintain family harmony, parents-in-law are satisfied, husbands are happy, and continue the incense."

"* Dystocia risk, inflammation, scars, stretch marks, bone pain, these are just a very small part.

"When I was seriously injured and recuperated in a private hospital, the woman who was pushed into the operating room only said to the doctor with tears in her eyes, 'If the labor is difficult, don't listen to your mother-in-law and husband, she has to protect herself'. Later I learned that her husband and mother-in-law He once forced and threatened the doctor to protect the child no matter what happened, even if he knew it was breaking the law.

"—Look, this is the 'Young Mistress' in reality."

Quan Heng turned his eyes to the midwife and the young lady who were happily discussing the continuation in the room. A few steps away, two men carried the naked young lady on the back of the cow.

——Blood and screams were strangled in places where the light could not reach.

"Just as far as childbirth is concerned: most people don't care whether women will get these diseases or die from dystocia. They will even use human reproduction as a big reason to oppress women, and use natural gifts [uterus ] Such reasons force them to use it, and name it grandly as duty and obligation.

"They even say that animals reproduce this way, it's natural selection."

The blood flowed more and more, covering the entire back of the cow, flowing down, forming a deep pool of blood.

"But people are not animals that only seek instinct. They always use double standards to separate the rights of men and women in such a clever way. Using this clever concept of stealing people into misunderstandings, and even brainwashing control, branding their resistance as radical and Irrational labels.

"They are not allowed to delve into the pain, only ask for obedience and dedication, only present flowers and brilliance, and then beautify these sufferings and oppressions."

The woman on the back of the bull was struggling in agony, all resistance was forcibly suppressed, and so many hands, tangible and invisible, were restraining her, pushing her towards the established tragedy, and gradually dying.

"Besides, human beings always suffer by themselves, so they have to abduct others to be buried with them, and the women who have suffered will even drag others into the coffin. Everyone thinks that as long as they are coaxed and forced to marry and give birth to children, everything will be fine.

"No one cares whether this woman is willing to get married, become a mother, or give up her career, and no one cares whether this woman is willing to give up her life for a piece of meat that she has never seen before——

"Society, family, relatives, friends and even colleagues and strangers are pushing her to follow a predetermined path."

The crying of the baby filled the dimly lit house in the next instant.

"I gave birth, I gave birth, it's considered a birth! Back then, I didn't have as much effort to give birth as my young grandmother. Oh, I still have to give birth to know if this woman's belly is good!"

"It's a birth! Useless things, don't worry about them, just roll them up with a mat and bury them."

Quan Heng quietly watched the end of this absurd tragedy, his voice gently scattered in the icy wind:

"She will be branded with an inherent label and asked to pay. No one will care what she thinks. Everyone thinks she should think so-her destiny is forcibly anchored by countless hands, and her resistance will be useless."

The midwife smiles and walks over the young mistress's body, which has been laid on the ground, to pick up the unborn child:

"If you can't give birth to any of them, just change it. Don't say that this young lady was educated back then, and she was unwilling to marry and have children. Wouldn't it be better for you to choose an obedient one next time?"

Quan Heng closed his eyes, and said in a very soft voice, "Look, human beings are born under women's skirts, but their skirts are not allowed to flutter... How wonderful is the "order" that runs silently in this world. "

Yin marriage, human trafficking, pimping, ideological oppression, patriarchy, domestic/violence, birth restraint... Yinyuan Town is like an exquisite microcosm.

No, maybe the human world is far more cruel and ruthless than this small town.

Invisible or explicit oppression is everywhere, and gender stereotyping lurks everywhere in the world.

——Women are sometimes not a gender, but a sad situation.

Song Jingyun watched the dead woman being rolled into the straw mat without dignity, her pale and bruised skin was exposed, her long black hair was in a mess, and her eyes that were dying were rammed into her mind.

"High volatility warning: Player Song Jingyun's san value is -9! Fluctuation (9, 11) > 5, please pay attention to the impact of san value fluctuations!"

Song Jingyun felt a stabbing pain in his head, couldn't help but gasped for a few quick breaths, covered his face with trembling hands, and suppressed his obvious collapse even while breathing.

"High damage warning: Player Song Jingyun's HP -8! Please get out of the dangerous situation in time!"

[Fuck!Drop so much? !What are you doing! !what's the situation? ! ]
[There is no physical attack, this is just a mental breakdown to the extreme!It even lost HP! ! ]
"Are you in so much pain just because of empathy?"

Quan Heng slowly knelt down and looked directly at Song Jingyun, "Song Jingyun, why are you so afraid of the female ghost in wedding dress?
"I've always wondered why you, a Taoist priest, are so afraid of ghosts? It's only limited to female ghosts in red wedding dresses."

"me……"

Song Jingyun twitched her lips, and clenched her hands involuntarily.

Quan Heng looked away from his hands, and smiled lightly at Song Jingyun, with a gentle voice:

"It's okay, you don't have to say it now.

"In the future, if you want to talk, I'll listen to you anytime, okay?"

Song Jingyun bowed his head in silence, put his elbows on his knees, his long loose hair brushed against his heroic eyebrows, his eyes were flushed, it seemed that endless loneliness gushed out at this moment.

"...Okay." He opened his mouth and nodded slightly.

[I guessed that Song Jingyun had some kind of psychological trauma, but he insisted on saying that his master used to play ghosts to scare him. ]
[Song Jingyun panics as soon as she meets the female ghost in red, and even loses san points. This time, she even lost her life points. If she really plays a professional game, she will be over. ]
[In future high-sequence duels, there can be no loopholes at all—why doesn't Quan Heng continue to ask and find out the reason? ? ]
[Are you stupid?In this situation, forcing digging out can't solve it, it's better for Song Jingyun to say it himself in the future.

[Those who can play with other people's psychology, their own heart will be dirty!Quan Heng even dared to engage in psychological warfare to kill "herself", what did you think of her? ! ]
"Okay, Daoist Song." Quan Heng sighed helplessly, "You are a big man, don't cry."

Song Jingyun forcibly slowed down, trying to calm down, and said back: "...Don't label me."

"It's not a label."

Quan Heng squinted his eyes and scratched the corner of his eyebrows with his little finger, and finally said sincerely, "The main reason is that you have stubble, and it doesn't look good when you cry, and you can't feel pity."

Song Jingyun: "..."

"Quan Heng!"

Song Jingyun instantly became angry, rolled up his sleeves and stood up, "Damn it, do you really want me to kill you?!"

(End of this chapter)