Delia's words, accompanied by the screams of pain in the room, were like a sap hitting Zhou Sheng's head hard...
My head seems to be filled with paste, unable to function, and I have lost the ability to think.
And Delia is still reading cruelly——
"circumcision."
"Vulgar, vicious, horrific religious ritual."
"Circumcision is different from the circumcision you mentioned."
"Unstandardized excision rituals will bring high risks of disease. The mortality rate of male circumcision is as high as 30%, while the mortality rate for females is more than 50%."
"After the ceremony, life and death all depend on destiny. One foot steps on life and the other foot steps on death."
"Well, I used to be a devout Christian, but when I learned that people who don't believe in God must be circumcised, but believers don't need to, I became an atheist."
"Exchanging human health for a bargaining chip of faith is the ultimate stench."
"The advancement of the medical era has allowed us to know that male circumcision will reduce the incidence of disease and improve reproductive capacity, so circumcision was born. But what about female circumcision?"
"It was a pure challenge of torture and death."
"Thousands of years ago in Arabia, most people made a living by traveling as traders and herding herds. Noble men left home, while women had to serve the elderly and take care of children at home. There would always be some indecent things happening in long-term living in a different place, such as wives cheating."
"So, in order to allow the departed husband to better control his wife's chastity, female circumcision has been upgraded and sublimated."
"They not only cut off the vagina and take away women's right to pleasure, but also sew it up until it's the size of a matchstick."
"So, in every couple's life, women have to face a cruel tear and constant bleeding..."
"When the husband returns home and confirms that his wife's private parts are intact, then she is a chaste woman."
As Delia's words unfold...
Zhou Sheng's body was trembling continuously.
Hard to understand.
Incomprehensible.
In the thatched house, the woman came out again, her hands were stained with blood, but her mouth was smiling, and she seemed to be feeling complacent about completing a great cause. Delia was translating again: "The baptism was successful.
Now at the most critical moment, I will definitely make the most perfect sealing ceremony for her, and her future husband will be extremely proud of her chastity."
The young man smiled brightly and was extremely grateful: "Thank you for your blessing, high priest."
The woman broke off the thorns in front of the door, put them in rags, and carefully selected the ones she was most satisfied with——
Ho...
Pooh……
He spat on the thorns. It was hard to imagine how a witch with rotten teeth could think that her saliva could bring disinfection.
The woman did not enter the house again, but the people inside took the little girl out...
The lower body was dripping with blood, and the flesh and blood were blurred.
circumcision?
This is obviously cruel destruction of organs.
"Let her face the sun, and the sun god will bring her blessings."
The girl was pressed on a chair, and her legs were spread open by two other women. Then she squatted down, tied cotton thread with thorns, and began to sew.
Everyone was watching the ceremony, but behind the girl.
Even though he couldn't see the picture, just hearing the girl's painful screams made him feel sore all over.
"ah--"
"ah--"
The little girl finally fainted.
Blood continued to fall, soaking the sandy land. The land took on a distinctive dark brown color. It was unknown how many girls' blood had been poured out.
But even so, the so-called circumcision continued until the sutures were completed. The woman used a rag, smeared unknown herbs and paste it on the injured area.
"It's done, take her back. The cruel devil hates chastity and light. She will face the invasion of the devil. I hope she can kill the devil and usher in the protection of light and chastity."
The girl's mother, who had already cried inconsolably, stumbled forward and ran forward. Only she, who had the same experience, could know what kind of pain her child was going through.
demon?
Isn't the biggest devil right in front of you?
The family took the child away.
The female priest looked up at the sky, praising the sun god's favor, and then looked at the crowd: "Come on, who is next?"
Another girl, five or six years old, was brought up.
As for Zhou Sheng, I can’t stand it anymore...
He twisted around and turned around, wanting to leave this terrible place.
"week!"
Delia chased him out and stopped him: "Where are you going?"
Zhou Zhou never looked back: "Leave and go back to Gray Worm."
He Congshuang also followed out, and together with Delia, came to Zhou Shengsheng. He also cried, crying into mud, with snot hanging from his mouth, looking miserable.
"Wait a minute, I need your help here..."
It was Delia who spoke, her face still filled with resentment, but Zhou Yisheng now understood that this was not directed at him.
Zhou Sheng squatted down and lowered his head: "I'm sorry."
Delia also squatted down and supported him: "You have not sorry anyone... none of us are right. Get up, go eat something first, and then prepare some medicines and deliver them to the homes of those children one by one."
The three of them left, far away from that nightmare place.
They are powerless in the face of brutal atrocities.
Some people mistake evil for light.
Treat decay as chastity.
This vulgar ritual is by no means a problem that can be solved in a few words or a conflict.
Delia had known all this for a long time, but she still couldn't hold it back or face it calmly.
Because no one would be able to calm down.
All morning.
The tribal sky echoed with the painful roars of the children, hitting the hearts of the three people again and again.
Delia cooked simple rice cereal, and the three of them ate the dry food, resisting the urge to feel nauseated and swallowing like zombies.
After the meal, the three of them sat in silence.
Delia found ointment and wiped the face that had been beaten by Zhousheng earlier.
After she finished wiping, she sat next to Zhou Sheng again and opened his short-sleeved collar. The cloth on his shoulders had long been soaked with blood.
Only then did Zhou Sheng realize that he felt pain.
Only then did He Congshuang realize that this was her own handiwork: "Delia, let me do it."
She took the ointment.
But Zhou Yisheng waved his hand: "It's okay, it's just a little bit broken."
"Don't move!" He Congshuang scolded him forcefully, and then quietly applied the ointment on him.
After the end.
Delia said: "It's almost over, let's go deliver the medicine."
He Congshuang asked worriedly: "Won't they refuse?"
"Haha, of course those noble men don't matter, but every mother of a child knows what kind of situation their child will face next, and they all survived it like this..."
The three of them set off.
Walking in the village with a medicine bag.
As Delia said, the men did nothing after the ceremony and continued the work at hand. Only the mothers were worried about their children's bodies, constantly comforting them, soothing them, wiping their painful tears, and the constant flow of tears.
Blood.
Changing dressings and taking antibiotics, that's all the three people in Zhousheng could do.
But everyone has witnessed the process of the ceremony with their own eyes.
The rusty knife, the disgusting saliva of the witch, and bacteria have already circulated in the blood along with the open wounds...
Even though the three people on Monday wiped, disinfected, and changed dressings with alcohol again and again amidst the child's painful screams.