Kill the game! Become a villain in a mysterious world

Game Map-North Campus

"Nezha's fetus is like this, it's hard to come out - it's easy to deal with this situation, of course there are methods passed down from our ancestors."

A dim oil lamp was lit in the dark room. The midwife watched the two men lift the young lady off the bed. The young woman's body was covered in sweat and blood due to the difficult delivery. Her face was gray and she looked like she was dying. breath.

"Hold the cow and lift the young lady up."

The eldest young master gave the order, and the paper servant brought the cow in——

The paper cow was completely made of white paper. The sharp iron thorns stood on the paper cow's back, which was more hurtful than the bones of a live cow. It makes people break out in cold sweat.

"This cow's back is uneven. If you press down on this big belly, it will shrink as soon as the cow's back touches it."

The midwife sat crookedly on the chaise longue, puffed out a puff of smoke with a smile, and directed the movements of the paper man:

"Press a little harder, and the child will come out safely naturally."

"I listen to your grandma Zhao."

The eldest young master of the Mu family sat on the chair on the other side with a cold face and watched coldly.

The two paper figures got the order and held the unconscious woman against the undulating back of the cow. One paper figure whipped the cow forward, and the bones crushed the flesh under the pressure of gravity——

"what--!!"

The screams tore through the night. Song Jingyun, who had just opened the tiles and looked in, was pricked in the eyes by blood on the ground. Quan Heng held his shoulders tightly to help him steady his shaking body.

Quan Heng saw his face instantly paled, his pupils swaying slightly: "Can you not..."

"Ding dong! KP prompts: Players please watch the plot patiently. Interference is ineffective. Please be patient to obtain clues."

Keeper cut off his words first, his voice cold——

"This is where key clues are obtained, players please take it seriously."

Quan Heng's heart moved slightly and he lowered his eyes.

The exchange condition of the system is (3, 8) PK map, but the content is the ghost bride that Song Jingyun is most afraid of, as well as the female ghost in the bronze mirror and these forced viewing Keeper prompts...

Tell Quan Heng something almost openly——

This time the map is aimed at Song Jingyun.

"Oh, there's so much blood, I'm afraid the young lady is in trouble."

The midwife still held the cigarette and sat on the chaise longue on one side, "This belly is really disappointing."

"Call the matchmaker tonight," the eldest young master said with a cold face, "and let me have a new string on a good day tomorrow."

"There's no need to call a matchmaker. If you want, there's just one in the warehouse."

The midwife smiled and said, "Like the young lady, they are all college students from outside, and there are also white-collar workers. For those of us who have business with outsiders, it is not difficult for a few clean women to have more smart children."

The victim is in agony, but the perpetrator doesn't take it seriously and talks freely - just a few steps away, pain and pleasure are clearly divided.

"I can't stand it."

Song Jingyun took a shaky breath and opened his eyes, "I can't stand looking at her..."

"Lead the cow, don't just hold it in one place. If it doesn't hurt enough, the baby won't be born properly!" the midwife warned.

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

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

"what--!!"

The woman's screams of despair and pain were as sharp as a sharp knife, cutting her back, making his limbs shiver with chills. He felt that this small square courtyard was a prison, with big mouths eating people everywhere.

"Stop looking at Quan Heng!" Song Jingyun grabbed his arms and looked at Quan Heng quietly under the room, almost breaking his voice, "I beg you, stop looking! Don't you feel uncomfortable?!"

"I don't look at it, it's still there." Quan Heng lowered his eyes, his emotions unclear on his face.

Song Jingyun looked at her still peaceful eyes, and suddenly felt an inexplicable chill, feeling doubly ridiculous: "Don't you have any..."

"Nothing? No empathy or indignation?"

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

"Game maps like to draw from the reality of the two worlds. Song Jingyun, although I am not as old as you, I have seen much more dirty things than you - do you know the price women have to pay for giving birth?"

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

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

Quan Heng smiled, but there was no trace of smile in his eyes.

“When a woman gives birth to children, she maintains family harmony, her parents-in-law are satisfied, her husband is happy to see her, and the family life continues.

“Difficult labor, inflammation, scars, stretch marks, bone pain, these are just a very small part.

"I was seriously injured and recuperating in a private hospital. I saw a woman being pushed into the operating room tearfully telling the doctor, 'If it's difficult to give birth, 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 had Forcing and coercing doctors to protect the child no matter what happens.

"Isn't it weird? Things that are strictly prohibited become a gray area that can be traded, and ridiculous things become commonplace. Power is regardless of size, and oppression is all around us. Why is it so difficult to solve it?

"It's like confinement disease doesn't exist. It's all the sequelae of childbirth. It's called "confinement disease." This is called a fig leaf, and this is called a relaxation zone.

"Look, this is the 'young mistress' in reality."

Quan Heng looked at the midwife and the eldest son who were happily discussing the continuation of the marriage in the room. A few steps away, two men were holding the naked young lady on the back of the beef.

The blood and screams were all strangled to death where the light could not shine.

As far as giving birth is concerned: most people don’t care at all whether women will get these diseases or die in childbirth. They even use the big reason of human reproduction to pressure women, use the reason of natural gift "uterus" to force them to use it, and name it as responsibility and obligation in a high-sounding way.

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

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

"But humans are not animals that only pursue instinct. They always use double standards to separate the rights of men and women. They use this clever substitution of concepts to make people fall into misunderstandings, and even brainwash and control them, labeling their resistance as radical and Irrational label.

"They are not allowed to delve into the pain, they are only asked to obey and sacrifice, and only flowers and splendor are presented, thereby beautifying these sufferings and oppression."

The woman on the back of the cow was struggling to her death in pain, and all her resistance was suppressed by force. So many visible and invisible hands were restraining her, pushing her towards the destined tragedy, and gradually dying out.

"Besides, human beings always have to abduct others to be buried together when they themselves have suffered. Women who have suffered will even drag others into the coffin with them. Everyone thinks that as long as they coax and force women to get married and give birth to children, everything will be fine.

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

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

The baby's cry filled the darkened house in the next moment.

"I've given birth, I've given birth! I didn't have as much trouble giving birth as my young lady did. Hey, I still have to give birth to one to know whether this woman's belly is good or not!"

"It's considered a baby! Don't worry about the useless things, just roll them up with a mat and bury them."

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

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

The midwife smiled and crossed the young lady's body that was lying on the ground to pick up the born child:

"If you can't have any children, just change it - not to mention that this young lady was still studying at the time and was unwilling to get married and have children. Wouldn't it be better for you to choose an obedient one next time?"

Quan Heng closed his eyes and said softly:

"Human beings were born from women's clothes, but their clothes were not allowed to fly. How beautiful this "order" is. "

Hidden marriage, human trafficking, pimping, ideological oppression, son preference, domestic/violence, childbirth...

Yinyuan Town is like an exquisite microcosm.

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

Hidden or explicit oppression is everywhere, and gender stereotypes lurk everywhere in the world.

When male colleagues ask for favors from their bosses in the workplace, their jealous and crazy looks are no different from those of concubines in the harem. When you put a man in the position of a woman, "men" become "women".

——Women are often not a gender, but a situation.

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

[High Volatility Warning: Player Song Jingyun’s sanitation range has reached 35%, please pay attention to the impact of san disk fluctuations! 】

Song Jingyun's head was stinging, and he couldn't help but take a few quick breaths. He covered his face with trembling hands, suppressing his breath while suppressing his obvious collapse.

[High damage warning: Player Song Jingyun’s health value is -8! Please players get out of dangerous situations in time! 】