Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, after the fastest update of the book, I married the protagonist and his uncle's latest chapter!The cave is like a small children's home, cleaned up very neatly.

There are children’s entertainment facilities, simple and rough slides, cradles, seesaws, swings, and trampolines.

All kinds of dilapidated toy cars and dolls are divided into categories and arranged neatly.

There are also many books, all placed on the shelves, and there are small tables and chairs next to them, just like a reading room.

There are a lot of children going through it, playing and playing, reading books, it is very harmonious and warm.

Before Song Yiyan came, he had imagined countless scenes that he would see.

But the scene in front of her was definitely something she hadn't expected. Who could have imagined that in this gloomy cave, a cheerful and warm children's paradise would suddenly appear.

Ji Xing turned his head and glanced at the woman beside him, not knowing what was going on in front of him.

This is not a gathering place for evil spirits and ghosts, but a place where a group of pure-hearted children exist.

Of course, these children are already dead children.

Maybe they suffered too much when they were alive, and they will nostalgic after they die, and they will build the paradise of their dreams!

Yang Juan took Nian Chenchen's hand and saw the scene in front of her, her expression was very complicated, with a somewhat uncomfortable and relieved smile.

Many people do not live more easily than her, just like the group of children in front of them, who have not been tortured during their lifetime.

But after they died, they did not become resentful spirits. Perhaps the children's hearts are pure. They don't resent those who killed them!

A group of people arrived at the place soon.

When the children who were playing, saw someone coming, they stopped playing and gathered together with a pair of eyes, staring at them vigilantly.

Seeing them approaching a little bit, like little beasts that had been invaded by people, they stabbed their hairs and warned them not to come.

The leading eldest child who brought Song Yiyan and the others over looked at them, calmed their emotions, calmed them down, and asked the little girl at the front: "Nanny, where is Sister Jing?"

Song Yiyan glanced at it. The child looked very strange, his body seemed to break at any time, stitched together by red silk threads visible to the naked eye.

Yes, it was like a rag doll that was completely torn apart and put together a little bit.

Of course, the red thread is definitely not a red thread, but a blood thread flowing with blood, very thin and thin, just like human capillaries.

The little girl called vigilantly used those bloodshot eyes sutured in the eye sockets, glanced at them, and after confirming that they were not malicious, she led the way.

The children next to them have also changed their appearances, and their grievances are full of them. As long as they dare to do something unfavorable to them, they will always be ready to fight with them.

Yang Juan looked at the children and smiled: "You go on playing, we won't hurt you."

The children could feel the warmth and kindness from her, but they didn't let go of the vigilance they should have, staring at both Ji Xing and Song Yiyan.

The two of them are the only two living humans here.

Soon, Song Yiyan and the others saw the girl named Sister Jing by the lead child in another slightly smaller cave.

Outside is an amusement park, and the cave inside is a large dormitory, with bunk beds, very simple, assembled by themselves with wood and planks.

Some beds have quilts and pillows, but they are all shabby.

Some only have hay mats and bed sheets on them.

It's simple and rough, but it's neat and clean.

The girl named Sister Jing was sitting on the side of the bed holding a needle while sewing a piece of torn pants. The pants were white and very worn, with old patches piled on new ones.

On the bed she was sitting on was a child.

The child, in exactly the same state as the little girl named who led the way, was more serious than her, his body seemed to have been cut into countless pieces, and it was barely patched up with a few simple red threads.

It is more appropriate to say that it was fragmented, rather than to say that it was broken by something. The broken edges and corners and the wounds all showed extremely terrible irregular shapes.

Because of the intense pain from the soul, blood constantly oozes out, and then flows into the body, so repeatedly, the tortured girl has a patchy face with extremely painful expression.

But no matter how painful she was, she didn't cry or make a sound, but her relatively complete eyes looked warmly at the girl who was sitting on the bed and patching up her pants.

Song Yiyan had lived for two lifetimes, asking herself what she had never seen before, and she could see the girl in front of her, her heart trembling.

She really couldn't imagine how miserable it was to die that would make her repeat the painful and desperate death over and over again, repeating the cycle without end.

The girl's broken body formed a strong contrast with her gentle eyes, and the person who saw it didn't know what it was like for a while.

Anger, despair, sympathy, comfort?

Normal souls can choose what they look like when they are alive after they die.

But there are very few who have experienced too cruel death, their souls have been cut, and they can only maintain the state when they died.

The girl named Sister Jing had a very sweet appearance and a slender figure. Seeing them coming, she calmly put down her work and looked at them.

"You did the things that made those pregnant women get pregnant?" Song Yiyan didn't talk nonsense, and went straight to the point.

He nodded quietly, his voice was very gentle: "Their husbands and their families are exploiting them. No one treats them as a family or even adults.

Many of them are just reproductive tools for their in-laws. They cannot give birth, have no status in the family, and have no human rights. I did this to help them."

"Did they agree to do this?" Song Yiyan was mad at her righteousness and hurt innocent people. She was still a savior.

And seeing her so calm, how can you be sure that you are not here to make trouble?

"They came to me on the initiative, and I fulfilled their wish and made them pregnant." Jing explained seriously: "I said to make them pregnant. I didn't say to let them give birth to their children safely. They will not be happy if they give birth to children."

Song Yiyan frowned, not wanting to spend more time talking with her about this matter: "What do you want to do to absorb the baby's yang energy?"

Jing turned her head and looked gently at the girl with broken body on the bed: "Save the girl and Yunyun, they can't recover their bodies. I can only draw blood from the babies and make threads to stitch their bodies. "