There was a faint smell of burning incense in the room. Looking at the furnishings in the room, there was only a bed, a table, and a statue of Bodhisattva on the top. The incense burner had not yet burned out the incense.
It seems that this woman with small feet was burning incense just now.
"Guanren, are you back?"
Jin Biao didn't reply to her words, just kept a straight face.
"Official..."
Before the woman could finish her words, Jin Biao slapped her in the face. The woman, who was already thin and had small feet, was slapped and immediately collapsed beside the bed.
"You rotten woman, what are you screaming at? You're so annoying!"
"Official..."
The woman with small feet covered her face, and a bruise suddenly appeared on her face, but this bruise was not caused by the slap, it was formed over time.
Old wounds have not healed, and new wounds have been added.
But this woman with small feet had no intention of resisting at all. Her eyes were full of tenderness, and tears were flowing down her cheeks.
Jin Biao was originally very angry, but seeing her like this, his heart suddenly became itchy.
Oh shit! Just now in An Shuzhen's room, I almost achieved my goal! Just a little bit closer!
Thinking of this, an evil fire rushed into his heart.
"What a fuck, you bitch!"
As he spoke, Jin Biao knocked down the small-footed woman, grabbed both of her wrists with one big hand, and rode his huge rickety body directly on her body.
"Turn around, you ugly woman, I don't want to see your face!"
The woman with small feet was turned over, and her already tattered clothes were torn to pieces. There were scars and bruises everywhere on her yellow and black back, where there was still some good flesh.
Jin Biao's movements were extremely rough, and the wounds on her body were rubbed so painfully that she couldn't help but scream, but the shouts were answered with endless beatings and scoldings.
"Just wait! My big job for Mr. Gold Watch has been completed. Sooner or later, I will sell you to a brothel."
"Master! I beg you, please stop gambling! You have lost the house, and Ning'er has been sold by you!" cried the woman with small feet.
As soon as these words came out, they directly ignited the anger in Jin Biao's heart and gave him another fiery slap.
"Damn it! If you weren't such an unlucky girl, how could I lose? When I accomplish my big thing and get the money, I'll sell you directly. I'll see if I don't win back all their money!"
"What the hell, who told you to turn your face away!"
"Damn! What a beast."
A faint voice suddenly sounded from behind, frightening Jin Biao to the point where he felt weak.
Jin Biao turned around, but before he could make a sound, a dagger slit his throat, and blood spurted out like a water pipe, staining half of the bed red.
His eyes widened, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Bao Guowei gradually turned from confusion to hatred, and finally darkened completely.
"ah!"
The woman with small feet had never seen such a scene before, and she suddenly panicked.
"Shut up!" Bao Guowei showed the dagger in his hand.
Frightened by the sharp cold light, the woman with small feet seemed to have her throat blocked by her survival instinct, unable to make a sound.
"This matter has nothing to do with you, what I want is this beast's life!"
Seeing that the gold watch that was beating her a second ago had turned into a cold corpse, the woman with small feet seemed to have lost her soul and collapsed on the ground.
"You don't have to be afraid!" Bao Guowei comforted him softly.
With his right hand, he pulled off the oil-soaked sheets from the bed and covered the little-footed woman. Then, he took two hundred dollars from his arms and stuffed them into her hands.
"Don't worry! This matter won't go to the police station, and it has nothing to do with you. Now that he is dead, you are free. Use this money to redeem your Ning'er, and leave Wu Sucheng as soon as possible. Go west, find a safe place, take your money and settle down.”
"You...why did you kill him?"
Bao Guowei was confused and said loudly: "Shouldn't he be killed?"
The woman with the small feet seemed to be going crazy, and started to cry loudly. The shrill and hoarse cry was not loud, but it was thin and broken, and it sounded extremely harsh.
"Why did you kill him!"
Bao Guowei said angrily: "Look, does he still treat you as an adult? He can lose your children in gambling, and he might sell you out one day. Look at the scars on your body. It wasn’t him who hit you, but you’re still crying because of him!”
"Stop crying! Take the money and leave!"
"Let's go? Where else can I go!"
"Where can't I go with money? Find a place where they don't know you. You can marry someone else if you want, or you can become a self-combed girl. It's better than being beaten to death by him here."
"How am I going to get married? If I remarry, after I die, there will be two men beside me when I get down there. It's not up to me to decide who I want to marry! Then the Lord of Hell will split me in half, one for each. .Aaah..."
As she spoke, the little-footed woman's face showed pathetic fear.
"How can there be ghosts and gods in the world! If there really are ghosts and gods, these beasts should have been taken away long ago!" Bao Guowei sighed helplessly.
"If you are really scared, just become a self-grooming girl. You have money anyway, so there is no problem in buying a few acres of land."
The little-footed woman seemed to have heard some terrible rumors, and said in horror: "Is that a widowhood? No, no, how can you live? If you can't survive, you can't survive!"
"There's nothing you can't live with! Don't you still have your daughter? If you redeem your daughter, there is no place in this world for a woman like you!"
Thinking of her daughter, the woman with small feet cried even more painfully.
"Ning'er, Ning'er!"
Bao Guowei was annoyed by her, his face turned cold, and he thought: "I killed her oppressors, I gave her money to redeem her daughter, I held my freedom in front of her, She doesn’t even have the courage to embrace freedom?”
"She was afraid of not having a good death after she remarried, and she couldn't let go of her inner desires after combing herself. In the final analysis, it was the deep-rooted feudal ideas that bound her, and women of the entire era..."
A trace of pity arose in Bao Guowei's heart, even though he had long seen the cruelty and ignorance of this era from books.
But to this day, since he traveled through time, only now is he truly separated from the upper class of society. When he faces the lowest level of society, he discovers that the life at the bottom is still dark, so dark that you can't even see your fingers!
He thought of Mr. Xiong Shili’s original intention of running the magazine, to enlighten the people!
Although some people did this more than ten years ago, and eventually set off a revolution that swept the country, it is still limited to the upper class. In the vast rural areas, the light has not yet come.
He felt more and more that this era needed a fire to burn away all ignorance and all superstitious buildings, even if it was a sporadic flame!
