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Chapter 51 Past Events
  Under what circumstances would a mother not let her children call her mom?
  There are many possibilities, but I only heard one possibility.

My mother hated my biological father, and that man did very bad things to her.

I reached out and touched the tears on my face.

The atmosphere fell into silence, and the small voice pondered for a long time before speaking:

"Why don't you ask me why I was sold repeatedly in these villages, and I know who your father is even though I have no one to live with?"

My thoughts, which had calmed down a bit, suddenly surged, and I said loudly:
  "No, anyone can do anything! No!"

"Mom has read books and knows about the Hanging Sword. Do you still believe in this theory of victim guilt?!"

"I don't ask because everyone has the right not to tell! Why do you have to open your wounds!"

My throat is burning, but my will has never been stronger:

"It's them damned! It's always been them! You're not wrong!"

The voice was silent for a long time, then faintly came:

"You do look like me. I shouldn't test you."

"But you have to know the story because the man is still alive."

Still alive? !
  So many things happened twenty years ago, and all the men involved were dead. How could my biological father still be alive?

But after so many years, if he was in the village, how could I be adopted by my second uncle?

unless
  "He is not from the village. We were neighbors before, and we were admitted to university, and we were naturally together. Later, he persuaded me to go to the countryside to teach together, so we came here together."

That voice revealed the answer first:

"The folk customs here...haha. The day I entered the mountain, I felt that something was wrong. The way all the men looked at me was like smelling flies."

"But he said I was overthinking it."

"I worked as a teacher here for a day and a half, just one and a half days. At noon the next day, I felt a little out of place and wanted to go back to where I stayed to rest."

"Then I heard the most horrific thing in my life."

"When I was walking through the yard of a house, I heard a group of men talking. I recognized one of them and it was his voice."

"He was talking to others, and what he said was: Did you all see it? The goods I brought are very good! After reading and being so beautiful, the children born in the future will definitely be smart and capable. You will definitely not lose money if you buy them!"

My heart beat heavily, and a great feeling of suffocation came over me:
  "He, when he brought you here in the first place, he was just setting a trap for you!"

The voice was full of fatigue:
  "Yes, it was a trap from the beginning."

"They were gambling in the house, and the man was the loudest. He had the idea from the beginning that he wanted to sell me for gambling money, so he hung me here."

"There were very few people in the room, but I could clearly hear them talking about me in the room. Then each family pooled their money and agreed on which family to give the baby to each family."

"I ran away, but I couldn't escape."

"Because I was already pregnant at that time, more than four months ago."

"I was unfamiliar with the place here. I couldn't escape, so I had to find a place to hide in the mountains for almost three months. However, I was caught by two women who went up the mountain to dig ferns."

"Those people got so angry that they hit me in the stomach with a laundry stick."

"It wasn't until an old woman said that your belly was already so big that if you forced an abortion like this, you wouldn't be able to get pregnant in the future. That's when you were spared your life."

"And after you were born, I was made into a box girl because of my previous escape. I spent some time in each house, but fortunately, I can remember the appearance of all of them."

"I finally died in this cave because I killed them all with the hatred I had in those days."

"And that man, long after I ran away, was thought by the villagers to be playing fairy dance, and then he was beaten and ran away in despair."

The tone of the voice was very calm, as if it was telling something that had nothing to do with him. But I have seen the tragic situation of those women, and I understand how much blood and tears are hidden in these words.

I remembered every word of my mother's words in my heart, and I already made a decision in my heart, letting my nails dig into my flesh bit by bit.

I'm going to find the scumbag!

After a long time, I made up my mind and slowly let out a breath. I was afraid that my mother would know my plan, so I stiffly changed the subject and said:
  "Where are mother's bones? I want to build a grave for you and set up a tombstone."

The Yinmen profession can use corpse bones as a medium to send ghosts to reincarnation.

Saying you want bones is just a euphemism.

But I waited for a long time, and no answer came from the huge cave for a long time.

I murmured:

"The soul condensed by resentment cannot sleep peacefully, which is a long-term wear and tear on the spirit."

"My mother wants to make a sword to bring justice to the women who died in these mountains, and to protect women from making the same mistakes again. I also want to make it. I have no objection."

"But has Mom ever thought about herself? You have suffered so much and should live a good life."

"So, even if I can replace you and make that sword in the future, am I still not willing to be reincarnated?"

This is something I have been thinking about for a long time outside the cave.

I longed so much for my mother to "live", either as a trace of hatred or for someone, or to be reincarnated and live peacefully.

While I was thinking, I heard a voice that sounded like a gentle breeze blowing through the bamboo forest, which gave people a sense of power——

"Protecting is not something I have to do, but something I want to do."

My mother's voice lost its previous indifference. Her voice was firm, strong, righteous, and indomitable:

"And only I can do this."

"Dead people have no memory, only living people do. Only by letting them live in fear day and night can it be a deterrent. Everyone who knows my existence will definitely be afraid."

"Ten years, twenty years, a hundred years, as long as I am here for one day, there will never be any harm to women again."

"So I no longer want to enter reincarnation. When I can't protect people, let me disappear into ashes."

It turns out that this is Bai Wanying, my mother.

Something exploded in my head, and it took me a long time to say with difficulty that I would see my mother next time, and then I ran back along the way I came.

I was afraid that I would look too ugly crying, so I didn’t dare to stay for a moment longer.

I ran away so fast that I missed the faint sigh in the cave a long time later:
  "Tu Liubai, only Zubai"

"Bai Wanying, you are really not a good mother."

The sound echoed in the cave, reminding her of a previous memory.
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  Three days ago, in the cave.

Bai Wanying still had that cold voice, staring at the man holding the sword in front of her:
  "Why do you want me to tell her about her biological father at this juncture?!"

".I won't tell her. These things are in the past. You and I both understand her temper. She will definitely take revenge."

"Tell her not to bear so much burden, she is still young."

"Not too young."

The second uncle, Tu Fangcheng, interrupted:

"She must grow up at this point. I won't be able to protect her anymore."

　I checked it carefully, and there is no problem with the logic. The heroine is 20 this year. Twenty years ago, Bai Ma came here pregnant, and then gave birth to the child in less than a month. She died after being humiliated for more than half a year, killed people, and made a bet with her second uncle. Although it looks like It seems like a lot of things, but the time is actually not very long, and the process is very smooth (mainly because I don’t want to write it longer and humiliate Bai Ma, alas.)
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