Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

As the footsteps nearby grew closer, "Green Willow" remained calm and gently reassured them:

"Madam, you have been suffering from excessive mental exhaustion lately. You may have developed sleepwalking disorder. Don't worry, let's go back and discuss it further."

As she spoke, she thoughtfully took off her outer garment and wrapped it around the old lady's body, then gestured to the head of the manor and others above to throw down the rope.

Seeing how composed the maid was, the old lady felt much more at ease. Although she felt that the maid's behavior was somewhat different from usual, she did not ask any further questions at the moment.

At that moment, she simply clung tightly to the rope and was pulled out of the pit by the crowd. She then ordered the head of the village to disperse the villagers who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion.

Although some people had witnessed the old lady's terrifying state, as if she were possessed by a demon, most of them were tenant farmers who relied on the estate for their livelihood. Even though they were uneasy, they dared not say anything more.

however--

Just as the old lady was being sent back to her residence, a sudden sharp pain came from her abdomen, and she felt a wetness in the groin area.

"what--"

The old lady collapsed to the ground in pain, her face turning deathly pale.

Having given birth to three children, she naturally knew that this was a sign that her water had broken and she was about to give birth.

But she was only four months pregnant, and even if it was premature, it shouldn't have happened at this time.

Could it be that the fetus in her womb was frightened and was about to miscarry?

The old lady was both shocked and frightened, but for some reason, she also felt a faint sense of relief.

But the thought that her unborn child might endanger her life terrified her, and she hurriedly called for the servants around her to quickly fetch a midwife and a doctor.

Before she could finish speaking, the old lady clearly felt something struggling to crawl out of her stomach, and it seemed there was more than one...

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The night was as dark as ink, a thick, heavy color that seemed impossible to dissolve.

The old lady curled up on the carved bed, her silk handkerchief embroidered with twin lotus flowers soaked with cold sweat.

She could clearly feel her belly slowly wriggling downwards at an illogical rhythm, as if some living thing was rampaging wildly inside her.

A tearing pain shot through her lower body, wave after wave, like a raging tide. She could no longer bear it, and her shrill scream pierced the night sky.

Her gaze was fixed on her still-protruding belly, her voice filled with fear and despair:

"Monster...monster! Cui Liu! Quick, go get the doctor! No, no...first bring the brocade box from the cabinet, there are talismans inside..."

The old lady's voice was intermittent and barely audible. Her withered hands frantically patted her belly, trying to drive away the strange force.

However, the peristalsis in her abdomen did not decrease; instead, it became more rapid, as if mercilessly mocking her futile struggle.

The maid, known as "Cui Liu," stood by the bed, witnessing this horrifying scene, yet her expression remained surprisingly calm.

She leisurely poured herself a cup of tea, took a small sip, and then sent the old woman who had rushed over to the kitchen to boil water.

Then, she stopped two midwives who rushed over, her tone calm yet undeniably authoritative:

"I'll stay here and keep watch. You can rest in the empty room next door. It's still early; you can leave tomorrow morning."

The two midwives were so anxious they were rubbing their hands together, and fine beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

“Miss Cuiliu, this is absolutely not allowed! We are acting on the orders of the Madam…”

Before she could finish speaking, "Cui Liu" slipped a gold ingot into each of their hands.

In the dim candlelight, the gold gleamed with an alluring luster, captivating both of them.

Seeing that the two men's eyes were practically glued to the gold, "Cui Liu" smiled slightly and simply said:

"Alright, go ahead without worry. I'll take responsibility if anything happens. You can just stay overnight next door."

The two midwives exchanged a glance, and finally succumbed to the temptation. Clutching the gold, they retreated to the next room, glancing back every few steps.

Inside the room, the once bright candlelight now flickered, casting distorted shadows on the wall.

The old lady was drenched in cold sweat. Seeing that no one was around, she frantically shouted at the top of her lungs:

"Cui Liu! Cui Liu! You brat, where have you been?"

"Green Willow" stretched leisurely and replied without turning her head:

"Madam, I'll go check if the midwife and doctor have arrived yet. I'll be right there."

After saying that, she turned and went into the inner room.

Seeing the large bloodstains on the bed, and the old lady's skirt soaked in blood, "Cui Liu" rolled up her sleeves, spread the old lady's legs, and without even lifting her eyelids, began to spout nonsense:

"Madam, please push harder, I can already see the baby's head! Come on, follow me, inhale... exhale..."

……

Whether "Green Willow" actually saw the child's head in the story remains unknown.

Meanwhile, inside the Jingyuan Marquis's residence, the old Marquis, who had been sleeping in bed with his delicate and beautiful concubine, suddenly felt a cold wind blowing down his neck in the middle of the night.

Accompanied by several shrill meows, the old Marquis felt a chill run down his spine and back, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. The scene before him instantly terrified him.

The beautiful woman who should have been nestled beside him was nowhere to be seen. In her place lay a paper figure with rosy cheeks and blood-red eyes, lying stiffly beside him, as if grinning at him.

"Ho ho ho-"

A tremendous fear shot through the body like an electric current, from the soles of the feet to the top of the head. The old marquis felt a heat in his lower body, and his crotch was instantly soaked.

He wanted to shout, but the fear in his heart made his throat feel like it was being tightly choked, and he could only make weak breathy sounds.

puff-

In his panic, he used both hands and feet to fall off the bed to the ground, and a piercing pain shot through his tailbone.

But he couldn't care less about that; he just wanted to escape as fast as he could. However, his legs felt like noodles, and he couldn't muster any strength at all.

Although the doors and windows were clearly closed, the old marquis could feel the cold wind, like ice blades, howling from all directions, cutting his cheeks painfully, and even the paper figures on the bed were being blown around and making a rustling sound.

In the blink of an eye, the paper figure pounced on him.

"what--"

The old marquis was so frightened that he closed his eyes tightly, held one hand in front of him, and waved the other hand wildly in the air to resist. But in the process of waving his hand, he touched a greasy and soft mass of flesh.

The old marquis froze instantly, quickly withdrew his hand, and was about to open his eyes when he felt something press against his back, blowing on his shoulder.

The old marquis trembled all over, his head stiffly turning slowly to the right. By the moonlight streaming in from the window, he saw a faceless monster, shaped like a meatball, calling out to him, "Father!"

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"Help! Someone help! There's a ghost! There's a ghost!"

The old marquis was finally able to speak. His eyes widened in fury as he desperately cried for help to the servants on night watch outside the door, while trembling and scrambling to escape.

boom--

With a loud crash, the door was flung open, and the dim yellow light from the lanterns in the corridor poured in.

Several veterans, exuding a menacing aura, rushed in from outside, carrying long sticks. They were about to investigate the perpetrators inside when they looked around and saw only Aunt Wu, wrapped in a quilt, standing to the side with a pale face, and the old Marquis rolling on the ground.

Apart from that, there was no one else in sight.

Just as everyone was filled with doubt, the old Marquis saw these guards enter and, as if seeing a savior, he rushed to their side, trembling as he told them to quickly remove the ghostly things from their bodies.

Looking at the old marquis's bare back, no one knew what he wanted them to remove. They looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

The old marquis, however, assumed they were also afraid, and his expression was a mixture of anger and panic as he urged them on:

"Hurry up and do it! Are you deliberately trying to kill me, the Marquis... Ah..."

Before the old lord could finish speaking, he felt the ghostly thing that had been calling "Father" from his back suddenly open its fangs and bite into his neck, tearing off a chunk of flesh with a single bite. The pain caused him to push it away repeatedly, letting out cries of agony.

"Ouch! It hurts so much! Get away, get away from me..."

"Waaaaah, my lord, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing this, Aunt Wu, who was wrapped in a quilt, burst into tears and even took a few steps toward the old Marquis.

But in the old lord's eyes, the paper figure that had been leaning against the corner without moving suddenly seemed to come alive and pounce on him.

"Ah! Don't come any closer..."

The old marquis was terrified, his lips turning purple. He dodged into the midst of his guards while repeatedly pushing the fleshy mass away from his shoulders.

But to the onlookers, his strange actions made him seem like a madman who had lost his mind, merely struggling with thin air.

What talkative fleshy ball, what something was gnawing at his flesh... In everyone's eyes, it was just a wound he had scratched himself with his fingernails.

For a moment, no one knew how to react.

The old marquis, however, was furious when he noticed that the guards were just standing there watching coldly. He was so angry that he wanted to chop off their heads. He cursed and grabbed a stick from an old guard and started hitting himself on the back.

Hearing the pitiful whimpers emanating from the fleshy mass behind him, the old Marquis, as if injected with adrenaline, twisted his expression and screamed maniacally:

"I'll teach you to bite me, I'll teach you to bite me, hahaha, now you know how powerful I am."

"If you don't want to die, get down here right now, get down here!"

The guards around him were worried that he would beat them to death and tried to stop him, but he kept waving his stick in the air and they couldn't get close for a while.

Just then, the other two concubines living in the side room rushed over upon hearing the noise. Seeing the old Marquis's ghastly appearance, they instinctively looked towards Concubine Wu inside the room.

Seeing the other person nod imperceptibly, the two immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but on the surface they stamped their feet anxiously and called out:

"Oh dear, my lord, what's wrong with you? Put down the stick quickly, lest you hurt yourself."

What was clearly a woman's gentle voice sounded to the old marquis like the howl of a vengeful ghost. He abruptly looked up:

But then he saw two more blood-stained paper figures with bulging bellies suddenly appear at the doorway, baring their teeth and claws at him from behind the guards.

pat-

Just as the old marquis was trembling with fear and was about to alert the guards, two ghostly things, identical to the fleshy spheres stuck to his back, fell from the paper figure's lower body and quickly wriggled on the ground, crawling towards him...

Everyone watched as the old Marquis swung his stick madly, injuring himself and others, yet he seemed oblivious to the pain, relentlessly striking the unseen "monster" with the stick.

In just a few breaths, he smashed both of his legs, and blood gradually seeped out, staining his clothes bright red. The scene instantly became shocking.

Seeing that the old Marquis might beat himself to death if things continued like this, everyone seized the opportunity, rushed forward, snatched the long stick from his hand, and quickly knocked him unconscious to the ground.

puff-

The old marquis collapsed to the ground, his eyes closed, but his eyeballs kept darting around under his eyelids, and his whole body twitched uncontrollably, as if he would wake up again in the next second.

Upon seeing this, an old soldier quickly tore down the curtain, ripped it into strips, and swiftly bound the old marquis together.

Then he looked up and asked:

"With such a commotion here, has anyone been sent to the front yard to call the steward over?"

A servant standing outside, his face ashen, nodded hastily and replied in a trembling voice:

"I have already sent someone to fetch the steward."

After saying that, he hesitated for a moment, then tentatively spoke again:

"This matter concerns the safety of the old Marquis. It may not be appropriate to just send the steward. Should we send someone to invite the Marquis to come in person?"

After all, if something were to happen to the old Marquis tonight, all of them, the servants, would probably suffer as well.

"The Marquis is not at home today. I have invited Doctor Zhu to come and examine the old Marquis. We will discuss everything after Doctor Zhu has taken his pulse."

The old steward's voice came from outside, and the servants blocking the doorway quickly stepped aside. The old steward led the family physician in.

The old steward frowned when he saw the old marquis still lying on the ground, and then ordered someone to carry him to the bed.

The crowd then snapped out of their daze and hurriedly gathered around, carefully lifting the old marquis and placing him on the bed.

Doctor Zhu sat down by the bed and quickly tended to the old marquis's injuries. He then took his pulse and examined his complexion. After a short while, he frowned and remained silent in thought.

The atmosphere became so oppressive that it was hard to breathe; everyone's hearts were in their throats as they anxiously awaited Dr. Zhu's diagnosis.

Just then, Aunt Wu and her two companions, already dressed, hurried over and asked with concern:

"Dr. Zhu, the old Marquis was sleeping soundly, but for some reason, he suddenly got up in the middle of the night and shouted that there was a ghost."

"Look...is the old Marquis being haunted by a nightmare?"

As she spoke, she took a bowl of medicine from the old woman behind her, gently stirring it with a spoon while blowing on it, her voice filled with concern:

"The old Marquis's physical strength has been declining lately, and he often needs to take tonics. Doctor Zhu, could you please tell me if these things can still be fed to the old Marquis?"

When Doctor Zhu saw the person in front of him looking at him with such eagerness, he lowered his head to smell the medicine. His eyes flickered, but he still nodded slightly in agreement.

Upon seeing this, Aunt Wu's face lit up with joy, and she immediately brought the medicine to the old Marquis's side.

However, the old marquis remained unconscious with his mouth tightly closed, making it impossible to administer the medicine.

Aunt Wu gritted her teeth and forcibly pressed down the old Marquis's tongue with a spoon, slowly pouring the medicine into his mouth.