Since we're going to be eaten anyway, what difference does it make who eats us?
Thinking this, she ate a child for the first time, laughing loudly as she ate, her face covered in tears and snot. In the end, she didn't know if it was because she had eaten too much or what, but she remembered her own child, who had been eaten by Zhang Hansheng and those bandits.
It's disgusting, it's so sad, my heart aches so much.
But her child is gone, everyone else is dead, and she's the only one still alive. What can she do? She's so filthy, violated by so many men, so disgusting.
Later, she saw other women who had suffered the same fate as her. She rescued them, taught them kung fu, taught them how to steal food, and even taught them to eat children. Children didn't taste good, but if they didn't eat them, they would eventually be eaten by others.
The refugees didn't know her name, and she never said it. People called her Hong Niangzi, but she didn't care. They could call her whatever they wanted; it was none of her business.
She saved many women. Those who refused to follow her in stealing food and eating children would be killed by her. They were disobedient and useless to her; she needed others to listen to her.
With the world in turmoil and nowhere else to go, she decided to go to the disaster-stricken areas. There were many refugees there who would flee famine, sell their children, and even resort to cannibalism. She wanted to snatch all the refugees' children and not feed them; she would eat them herself.
“There’s always a reason why someone is pitiful,” Zhu Qiuyu said with a heavy heart.
As soon as they finished speaking, suddenly their eyes lit up. All the scenes of the matchmaker's experiences disappeared, and they returned to the original farmhouse courtyard.
"Don't just stand there, you've fallen under her spell," Zhu Lin warned.
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