Someone shouted hysterically and with extreme agitation, "Why don't the wicked get their just deserts!"
Then, the scene changes.
Rough, large hands roamed over the small body, along with the smell of alcohol from years of drinking, the stench of slaughtering pigs, and the odor of sweat mingled together as a man in his forties or fifties pressed down on a nine-year-old girl.
The girl was terrified; her mind went blank. She dared not shout or move.
Her eyes were tightly closed, and she kept repeating in her heart: Mother, please save me!
"Butcher Zheng, where the hell have you been?"
The rough, large hand left the girl's body, but the next second it pinched her face and said, "Don't scream, or I'll kill you and your mother."
Butcher Zheng went out, acting as if nothing had happened. "Here I am! I just had a few drinks, and you're here."
The girl crouched down in fear and slowly hugged herself.
That horrible person went out, and she was really scared.
She was the original owner of this world, the original owner at the age of nine.
Her mother was a widow and a neighbor of Zheng, the butcher who sold meat. Because there was no man in the house, Zheng targeted the mother and daughter.
Sometimes, Butcher Zheng would kindly give her meat, and then take advantage of her mother.
Her mother tolerated it, only being touched once or twice. She didn't want to fall out with her neighbors because she sometimes needed their help, so she decided to let it go.
Sometimes, if she got really angry, her mother would bring up Zheng the butcher's wife, saying that if he laid a hand on her again, she would call for help, and then no one would be able to get away with it.
Butcher Zheng's wife was a woman even stronger than him, and she was also a skilled pig butcher. If angered, she would fight with Butcher Zheng.
However, when the original owner's mother discovered that Zheng the butcher had harmed her daughter, she could no longer tolerate it and went to report it to the authorities.
When the officials arrived, they did not arrest or reprimand anyone because no real harm had been done. Instead, they took Zheng the butcher's meat, wine, and silver and left.
There's always gossip around a widow's door.
Because of this, Zheng the Butcher's wife stormed into the original owner's house, accusing them of seducing her husband and calling them filthy sluts, and even smashed up their house.
The original owner only had her and her mother, and was all alone.
Zheng the butcher had many relatives and friends.
The daily harassment and insults, the occasional splashing of excrement, dog blood, and pig blood at the door, and people suddenly barging in during the day or at night...
Not wanting to be humiliated, the original owner's mother resolutely led the original owner to overturn the candle and light the lamp oil.
The flames slowly engulfed them; no one shouted for help, but instead watched helplessly as they were burned to death.
At this moment, the girl was still curled up in fear when she suddenly felt a warm sensation coming from above her head.
"Leave the rest to me, don't be afraid."
The girl looked up and saw another 'self', and also saw a person standing next to 'herself' whose face was obscured, but who was surrounded by a faint white light.
Butcher Zheng was called to make roast pork and drink alcohol. He glanced contemptuously into the house. The little girl didn't dare to run away; there was plenty of time to continue.
However, he didn't know that as he and the others were about to enter the kitchen, a kite string, barely visible to the naked eye, appeared on the kitchen door.
He didn't notice that two people appeared behind him: the original owner of this body and her mother, the two who had been burned to death in the previous life.
A pair of large hands and a pair of small hands, filled with endless resentment, pushed towards Butcher Zheng at the same time.
Zheng the butcher lunged forward, and his neck collided with the kite string. The original owner of the body and her mother grabbed his head and rubbed his neck hard against the kite string.
A tiny wound on his neck, eyes wide open in anger, a demon who died with his eyes wide open.
The man following behind Butcher Zheng was still laughing, "Old Zheng, it looks like you were pushed when you fell. Get up quickly."
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