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He Caiqie stood up and gave Jiang He a bitter smile before walking over to the water tank. "Let Xiangmei tell you. I need to wash my face, just wash my face."
Even with tears streaming down his face, He Caiqie didn't want Jiang He to see him. He scooped water with a ladle, but Jiang He had no idea how much of that water was mixed with He Caiqie's tears.
Jiang He had basically guessed the story's direction, but some details still needed to be clarified through Xiangmei.
Xiangmei glanced at Jiang He but didn't start telling the story right away. Instead, she asked him a question: "You are from the archaeological team, right? You came from outside the village?"
Jiang He didn't understand why Song Xiangmei asked this question or its significance, but he replied, "That's right, we are an archaeological team from outside."
After receiving a clear answer, Song Xiangmei began to recount what had happened next. Her voice was soft and gentle; she seemed shy and fearful. As Song Xiangmei spoke, Jiang He felt as if he were witnessing the tragic lives of two women unfold before him.
The events took place half a year ago.
At that time, He Caiwei and Song Xiangmei had already been sold here for nearly ten years. A decade had passed, and the two eighteen-year-olds were not just turning twenty-eight; their life trajectories had completely changed over those ten years.
In the first year after they were abducted, they were constantly preparing to escape. However, their "husbands" kept a tight watch on them. They were chained with iron chains, and during that time, their husbands worked tirelessly without leaving home or even sleeping.
These men monitored them twenty-four hours a day, fearing that they might try to escape quietly.
During this period, their so-called husbands attempted to rape them countless times, but the two women always resisted fiercely and never let these men succeed. At first, those men had some patience, but after a few months, they began to resort to violence.
These men bought them for breeding purposes and had no patience whatsoever.
During that time, the two women remained defiant; their bodies were covered in scars. Often, old wounds hadn't healed before new ones appeared—new scars layered over old ones—leaving them barely alive. Those men denied them food and took advantage of them when they were at their weakest.
They were completely controlled and subjected to repeated humiliation.
Death was the thing they longed for the most during that time.
They wanted to crash against the walls, but there was no opportunity; they were bound by Iron Chains. They wanted to bite their tongues, but again, there was no chance; their mouths were stuffed with cloth. They wanted to starve themselves, but it was futile; those men would pinch their mouths and force Rice Porridge down their throats.
Some were alive, yet constantly thinking about death.
This way of life continued for a full year. Time and again, they held onto hope in despair, wishing someone would come to rescue them. They cried out in dreams and prayed in their hearts, only to find themselves once more in despair amidst hope. No one knew they had been captured here; no one knew the humiliation they suffered.
Their two children were born.
Both were girls.
The brilliance of Maternal Instinct allowed them to momentarily forget this hell, but they never imagined that hell was hell because the evil here had no bottom line. They watched as the Father of the Children brutally choked one of the infants to death and then tossed her into the yard outside.
Simply because they had not given birth to boys, simply because these girls could not carry on the family line.
In the following years, they completely became Breeding Tools. Yet the men showed no signs of easing up; even though they no longer watched them twenty-four hours a day, they still kept them chained with Iron Chains, leaving them no chance to escape or commit suicide.
Finally, they bore a boy. Sometimes they thought that perhaps this life would pass like this; at least they could educate their child not to be like his father. But neither of them anticipated that once their children were weaned, they would become useless.
Like a Product, they were sold off as Second-Hand Products to others.
The men exhausted all their savings to buy wives. They scrimped and saved; compared to mating, what mattered more was filling their bellies. Moreover, these men had heirs now; the two women’s mission within this family was complete.
Endless Hell, a cycle repeating over and over again.
They had completely lost hope.
Caiwei's last husband, Nobleman, was her... how many husbands had she had? Xiangmei could no longer remember. But she knew that they might live like this for the rest of their lives, until neither of them could bear children anymore. It was a terrifying existence, a life worse than death.
Xiangmei was utterly despairing; she had become numb. If this was how her life would be, then so be it.
Yet sometimes, Xiangmei would suddenly wake up in the night, tears streaming down her face. She dared not make a sound, fearing that it would wake her "husband" beside her. If he woke up, there would be no avoiding the punches and kicks.
Jiang He finally understood why Xiangmei cried like that, why she pressed her mouth shut, making not a single sound. It was a pain deeply etched in Xiangmei's heart, an accumulation of suffering over ten long years.
Sometimes Xiangmei would think back to the sunshine of her eighteen-year-old self—classmates, ice cream—especially the ice cream. Sweet and cool, it was the most delicious thing in the world.
But Xiangmei hadn't tasted it in ten years.
Just when Xiangmei thought this was how her life would continue, one night, a woman appeared at their door with a cleaver in hand.
The woman was none other than her good friend Caiwei.
Caiwei's husband, Nobleman, was a hunter who sometimes ventured deep into the mountains and wouldn’t return home for days. So Nobleman had asked the village chief to keep an eye on Caiwei and ensure she didn’t run away. But Caiwei was indeed beautiful; what Li Sanhan called "looking after" her eventually turned into an insult towards Caiwei.
This situation was later discovered by Li Sanhan's wife, Wang Daifeng, causing quite a stir; nearly all the villagers knew about it. Nobleman naturally learned of it too but chose not to retaliate against Li Sanhan. People called Nobleman a coward, yet he never bothered to explain himself.
The villagers only knew that Nobleman and Li Sanhan talked all night in the house but had no idea what their conversation entailed.
After that incident, Li Sanhan continued to "look after" Caiwei regularly, while Nobleman remained indifferent. To the villagers, Nobleman became an outright coward.
That night, Li Sanhan had been drinking and forgot to take the key out of the lock that secured Caiwei. As a result, Caiwei managed to escape.
Caiwei grabbed a chopping knife from the wood shed and stealthily entered Xiangmei's "husband's" house under the cover of darkness.
Seeing Xiangmei and her "husband" fast asleep, Caiwei wasted no time and struck a fatal blow to Xiangmei's "husband," blood splattering everywhere. The hot blood drenched Xiangmei, waking her from her dreams. Startled awake, Xiangmei saw a shadowy figure holding a bloody knife in the darkness.
For a moment, she couldn't recognize Caiwei and screamed in terror.
"Xiangmei, it's me! Run!"
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Xiangmei realized it was Caiwei. Caiwei found the key to unlock the chains binding Xiangmei. Without even having time to put on her clothes, Xiangmei turned and fled. However, the sharp scream had already awakened the neighbors, and the villagers began to investigate what was happening.
Caiwei and Xiangmei had never left the village; they had no idea where to run. Driven by an instinctive need to escape, they dashed forward like two headless flies, aimlessly colliding with everything in their path.
Soon enough, the villagers understood what had transpired. Armed with ropes and burlap sacks, they chased after the two girls. Familiar with the village layout, the villagers quickly picked up on their trail. The two girls ran into a cornfield, sprinting in one direction.
But how could they outrun the villagers? The pursuers were closing in fast, almost ready to catch them.
At that moment, their surroundings suddenly opened up before them. They found themselves facing a mass grave surrounded by cornfields. The unexpected sight startled them both, leaving them frozen in place as they struggled to decide where to flee while the villagers were hot on their heels.
One person broke through first—it was Li Sanhan.
He grabbed Caiwei with one hand. In response, Caiwei swung her knife at him because she understood that if she wasted even a few seconds, a large group of villagers would catch up and capture them both. Once caught, they would be watched more closely than ever and would never have another chance to escape.
Li Sanhan blocked Caiwei's strike, and they grappled with each other as the knife changed hands back and forth between them.
But in the next moment, Xiangmei was stunned.
The two were fighting fiercely, the machete flying wildly through the air, and it just so happened to strike Caiwei's neck. Both of them had exerted their full strength in the struggle for the weapon, and with the machete being incredibly sharp, Caiwei's head was cleanly severed from her body, landing with a thud on the ground.
Li Sanhan was equally taken aback, staring blankly at Caiwei.
Xiangmei was so frightened that her legs went weak, and she fell onto the ground.
At that moment, a hand suddenly reached out from the cornfield, tightly covering Xiangmei's mouth and dragging her backward into the cornfield. Terrified, Xiangmei immediately began to struggle, but she heard a voice whispering in her ear, "I won't hurt you. Come with me quickly."
Xiangmei nodded dazedly and took the person's hand, disappearing into the cornfield.
The person was none other than He Caiqie, who had been hiding in the cornfield. Xiangmei had fallen right where He Caiqie was concealed.
Xiangmei was fortunate to have survived, and when she finally saw who this person was, she couldn't help but exclaim; it was indeed He Caiwei's older brother, He Caiqie.
Thus, for the past six months, Xiangmei had been following He Caiqie closely.
"And so you began your revenge killings!" Jiang He said.
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