The old man smiled, pointed to the next to the pigpen, and said, "On there." There was a small low house next to the pigpen, built with tree bark, and it was together with the pigpen. The pig could eat the feces that people pulled down. I endured the displeasure in my heart, and walked over, opened the door of the cottage to go in and excrete.

Just as I felt my body and mind refreshed, a cry suddenly came from the pigpen.

"Uh, uh..." Then, a woman's voice came from the pigpen, scaring me. How could there be a woman's voice in this pigpen? But I found that except for me being shocked, other people were very accustomed to hearing the woman's voice.

I picked up my pants, turned around and walked out of the toilet, and came to the front of the pigpen. I saw about a dozen little pigs in the muddy pigpen.

The pig was squeezed into a ball, but in a corner, I saw a woman with disheveled hair! There was not a single piece of clothing on her body, and it was wrapped in a thick layer of mud and dirt. Her hair was knotted into flocs, looking dirty and messy!

The woman's body is extremely fat, her waist is thick and she looks like a real pig, and her face is also very fat, but the eyebrows and eyes can vaguely see that she had a bit of charm in the past. However, at this time she has completely fallen into a pig, living in a dirty pigpen, without clothes covering her body, and without clean food filling her stomach.

"Uh, uh..." Seeing me looking at her, the woman pulled her throat and started shouting, but I had nothing to help her, and I didn't even know what she was shouting at the top of her lungs.

At this moment, the woman made an action that surprised me! She actually grabbed a ball of soil or something that was different from each other, and put it in the most taboo chew!

The juice in the soil slid down the woman's neck. The woman ate very happily and was chewing her with a big frown! After eating the pile of mud, the woman still wanted to grab it, but there was nothing to eat nearby. The woman started shouting again: Uh!"

Now, I think I know what she kept calling was "Hungry!" At this moment, the old man in the room finally couldn't bear the woman's scream, opened the door angrily, and shouted at the only child in the yard: "Why don't you go feed the pigs!" The child looked like he was in his teens and was the largest of all children.

He was originally shivering in the fire, but when he heard his father's roar, he was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly stood up and walked towards a big pot. It was the child who just brought me food and water. I noticed that his right foot was a little disabled, and probably this was the reason, which made his father particularly dislike him.

The child scooped out a large spoonful of porridge from the pot, which was cooked in unknown amount, and handed it to the woman who kept howling.

When he saw the woman, a look of pain flashed across his face. "Eat..." the child said in a low voice. After seeing the puff of porridge, the woman immediately started to swallow her voraciously. She basically ate it without chewing it and then ate it directly into her stomach.

After eating and drinking, the woman smirked foolishly, then used her hand to turn out something from the haystack beside her and put it on her chest. She hummed some unknown tune in her mouth and started to coax her.

At this moment, I saw that the woman was holding a child!

That woman has a child in her hand!" I said to the old man. The old man raised his eyelids and glanced at me. He seemed a little unhappy, but probably because he was worried that I was here to help eliminate evil spirits, so he did not make any attacks: "She gave birth to a disabled person and couldn't raise him anymore!" said the old man.

Disabled, unable to support him, no longer raise him. These words linger in my mind. Is it easy to deprive him of his right to survive because he is a disabled person?

The old man probably thought I was meddling too much, so he said, "If you have ghosts in the village, don't worry about these women's affairs. You are still young, what do you know?" Seeing the obvious hostility in the old man's eyes, I finally resisted asking him what he thought. Even if he asked now, he would definitely not say it.

However, the lame boy looked at the woman with a very pity, and it might be better to ask him. So, after nightfall, I walked into the yard. It was already the second day, but the poor boy still didn't sleep. He was leaning against the corn in his hand hard next to a big pot.

"You are not sleeping yet?" I appeared behind him quietly and suddenly spoke. The boy was indeed startled by me. He turned around and looked at me with horror: "You, you didn't even walk!" After he said this, I noticed that I was really silent when I walked. This was not my wish, and I could never let myself walk lighter.

This is very strange, but my mind is always on the woman in the pigpen at this moment. "Who is the woman in the pigpen?"

The boy looked at me alertly, then hesitated for a while, and slowly said, "That's me...mother!" "Since it's your mother, why do you sleep in the pigpen?" I asked in confusion. "Dad said my mother was too troublesome, so she was locked in the pigpen.

My mother was crazy a long time ago, and she always wanted to run away if she didn't lock her up." The boy said, while silently wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Do you know why your mother went crazy?" I asked. The boy seemed to hesitate for a long time before he said slowly: "I know. My mother got mad by my father after giving birth to me." I was surprised by this statement, but the boy seemed to open up his conversation, thinking that I was talking about the pain in my heart.

"My mother was bought. I heard from the villagers that because I was given too much sweating pill, my mother was a little confused, so she was sold to my father at a low price. My mother kept begging my father to leave the village, but my father didn't want to, so she found out that she ran away and beat me. Later, after my mother got pregnant, she gave birth to me. My father was very angry when he saw that he was disabled and beat my mother suddenly.

After that, my mother went crazy and only knew to run out, and she didn't know that it hurts if my father beat her. My father got angry and turned my mother into a pigpen. I was also in the pigpen at that time. Later, my mother probably knew to feed me when she was awake, so I survived. Later, my father asked my mother to give birth to a lot of younger brothers and sisters. Recently, she gave birth to two more, twins, but they were all disabled.

I don’t know if so many disabled younger brothers and sisters were punished by God... After the twins were born, my father fell to death on the spot, and the other one was taken away by my mother and kept it in a pigpen. That day the monster ate one of the twins. My father was afraid that the child would turn into a monster and come back to take revenge, so he left you behind."

The boy said a lot, his voice was very weak, and he could hear his health was very bad.

No wonder, with such a father, how good can the child's health be. However, since this is someone else's family business, it is indeed inconvenient for me to interfere, but I just think the child is too pitiful.

After that, I fell asleep peacefully in the room arranged by the old man. Perhaps the old man was afraid that his child would become a ghost and come back to take revenge, so he was particularly attentive to me and the beds he gave me were the best. The quilt was also brand new, and the warm quilt was smelled of the sun, which was very comfortable.

But that night, I slept extremely uneasy. Because I seemed to hear a woman's shrill wailing throughout the night, and it continued until the next day. Although there was a wailing sound, it was not because of ghosts. I heard that the business looked like the woman who was captured during the day, so I had no way to deal with this matter, so I fell asleep.

The next morning, I was sleeping in a daze, and suddenly I heard the outside and the drums were beating outside, and the dark-faced man was shouting everywhere yesterday: "My mother ran away, get up and look for it!"

I felt a little funny when I heard him shouting that. If your woman ran away, who would be willing to help you find it? What's more, it's early morning. But in just a few seconds, the old man in my room got up from the bed and rushed out of the house to help the man find his wife. Not only this old man, but almost the entire village had risen.

I was curious, so I went with me. In the early morning, fog filled the village. The location of this village was very remote, and it was surrounded by mountains. The road was just a small path with only one.

If that woman wants to leave the village, she must go from the direction I came from.

The villagers almost searched the entire village, but still couldn't find the young wife. So someone suggested to leave the village to find it. When they arrived at the entrance of the village, big work flocked forward, but I suddenly smelled a strange smell of blood. The smell was very light, but not only why, but I smelled particularly pungent.

So, I looked up in the direction of the smell of blood, but saw a pair of frightened eyes looking at me on the old tree at the entrance of the village!

Is that woman the movie? But this time when I saw her, her face turned paler than yesterday, and she had many scars on her body. Her snow-white skin was blue and purple, which made people feel pity.

At this time, the old man saw me keep looking up at the tree, so he came over and said, "Little brother, what are you looking at?" His eyes also floated to the tree. The woman was not hiding very well, and she could probably be seen by the old man at first glance.

No matter what the reason is, I don’t think it is natural for a man to hurt a woman. Besides, it is too unreasonable to become his bride if he owes money. That man can be a woman’s father by age, which is shameless.

So I did not tell the old man what I saw, but leaned in his ear and said, "I saw a baby with only half a head, and his face was broken. The child was covered in blood, his face was broken, but his hands were still raised high, as if he wanted someone to hug him!"
Chapter completed!