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Ancient Vine Demon
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My mother raised the Ancient Vine Demon, which ended up getting the village widows pregnant. The villagers all said it was a Demon Fetus, and they forcibly removed the child. To be honest, it really was a Demon Fetus. However, this Demon Fetus was actually my father's seed, and both my mother and I knew it. The only thing my mother didn’t know was that I was the one who turned the child into a Demon Fetus.
After my grandmother passed away, my mother stopped working in the fields. Instead, she took care of a few potted plants left behind by my grandmother. But these plants neither bloomed nor sprouted leaves; they only grew long, thick vines. These vines were not rough like ordinary vines but smooth and tender, resembling soft skin that could be easily broken with a touch. My mother treated them as treasures.
The women in the village heard that my mother had acquired something special and decided to visit our home to see the potted plants. When they looked at the plants, they would cover their blushing faces and giggle. I found their reactions puzzling and couldn’t understand what was so funny.
A few women in the village begged my mother to lend them the potted plants for a while. “Oh, Sister Yu, you know ever since that incident in our village, there haven’t been many men left. We all… How about you let us borrow your potted plants?”
“Yes, Sister Yu, just for a few days!”
Unable to withstand their persistent pleas, my mother agreed. From that day on, those women became radiant and curvaceous, looking as if they were being nourished. Each time they returned the used potted plants to our home, they would praise, “Sister Yu’s plants are truly exceptional; the results are just different! We’ll have to trouble you again, Sister Yu.”
My mother danced with joy, accepting the money they gave her, and patted her chest, assuring them, "Don't worry, as soon as I have a bigger and more tender potted plant, I'll let you know first."
Every time the potted plants were returned, the vines inside were always wilted. My mother would grab two plump roosters, swiftly cut their necks, and let the blood flow down the vines into the pots. Within a few days, the vines would come back to life.
My mother claimed this was to replenish their "yang energy." Thanks to the potted plants, our family lived quite well. We were the only ones in the village who had built a new house and had no worries about food and drink. My father's life became increasingly comfortable; he spent his days flirting around.
My mother didn't mind him at all! She often cooked soup for him to nourish his health. My father was also very pleased with the potted plants, praising them as treasures of the household. Although I helped my mother take care of the plants, I was terrified of them. Every nightfall, they emitted eerie sounds. I could only hide under my blanket and cover my ears.
One day, Aunt Li rushed over to our house. When she knocked on the door, my mother had just opened it a crack when Aunt Li pulled her into a corner. The two exchanged anxious glances and whispered to each other. My mother's face grew paler, and she shared a worried look with my father.
Before long, news spread through the village that Aunt Li's daughter was pregnant. But there weren't many men in the village; who could that child belong to? Moreover, it was a serious taboo for a widow to be pregnant.
When the Village Chief arrived at our home, my mother was standing in the yard. Her face was ashen, and she looked utterly terrified.
She clenched her fists, her nails digging deeply into her flesh. "We can't let her give birth to the child; that would be an ominous sign!"
The Village Chief's expression was troubled. "But the child is already over six months along; it's fully formed. Our village has never done such a heartless thing. What should we do?"
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