Chapter 1371 - The Song Couple (99) (2/2)

Soon, Song Yiyan and the others met the girl called Sister Jing in a slightly smaller cave.

The outside was the amusement park, and the cave inside was a large dormitory. They all had bunk beds and were very simple, it was assembled using wooden boards.

There were blankets and pillows on some beds, but they were all very old.

Some of the bedsheets were only covered with dry straw mats.

It was very simple and crude, but it was cleaned up very neatly.

The girl named Sister Jing was sitting by the bed, sewing a pair of torn pants with a needle. The pants were white and tattered, with new patches on the old patches.

There was a child lying on the bed she was sitting on.

The child and the little girl named Nan Nan who was leading the way, was in the exact same state. Her body seemed to have been cut into countless pieces, and she used a few simple red threads to patch it up.

Rather than saying that it was caused by a cut, it was more appropriate to say that it was broken by something. The corners of the wounds on her body were broken, and the wounds were in an extremely terrifying irregular shape.

Because of the intense pain from her soul, blood kept seeping out and flowing into her body. This repeated itself until the girl’s face was filled with pain.

However, no matter how painful it was, she did not cry or make a sound. Only her still intact eyes looked warmly at the girl sitting by the bed, mending her pants.

Song Yiyan had lived for two lifetimes and had seen everything. However, when she saw the girl in front of her, her heart trembled.

She really could not imagine how miserable her death would be to make her repeat the painful and despairing deaths over and over again. There was no end to it.

The girl’s broken body formed a strong contrast with her gentle gaze, making people unsure of what to feel.

Anger, despair, sympathy, or relief? A normal soul could choose to live after dying.

However, very few people had experienced death that was this cruel. Their souls had been sliced apart, and they could barely maintain their state when they died.

The girl named Sister Jing looked very sweet and had a thin body. When she saw them coming, she calmly put down the work in her hand and looked at them.

“Did you do this to those pregnant women?” Song Yiyan cut straight to the chase.

Jing nodded, her voice gentle. “Their husbands, their families, are exploiting them. No one treats them as a family, they don’t even treat them as people.”

“Many of them are just fertility tools for their in-laws. If they can’t have children, they won’t have any status at home and won’t have any rights. I’m doing this to help them.”

“Did you get their permission to do this?” Song Yiyan was angered by her righteousness. She hurt an innocent person and still acted like she was the savior.

And seeing how calm she was, how could she be sure that she wasn’t here to cause trouble?

“They came to me of their own accord. I satisfied their wishes and made them pregnant,” Jing explained seriously. “I allowed them to get pregnant, but I didn’t tell them they would be able to give birth safely. Even if they gave birth, they wouldn’t be happy.”

Song Yiyan frowned, not wanting to waste her breath on this matter. “What are you trying to do by absorbing the energy of the baby?”

Jing turned her head and looked at the girl on the bed with a gentle gaze. “I want to save Nan Nan and Yunyun. They can’t recover their bodies, so I can only extract the blood from the babies and make them into threads to sew up their bodies.”