In the Horror Dungeon, Everyone Is Forcing Me to Fulfill My Filial Piety

"Zhiwei, your mother is sick." My uncle handed me the boning knife. "The rules in the village are that the meat of your own daughter is the most effective for making medicine. Your mother raised you so much, why did you cut off two kilograms for her?" I looked at the room full of relatives, and for the first time I felt that they were frighteningly strange. What's even more terrifying is—— No one thinks there is anything wrong with this sentence. Next door, the 70-year-old Uncle Wang is coaxing his 90-year-old mother to be happy in the cradle. The village chief's newborn grandson disappeared inexplicably. Everyone said that this was the blessing of the ancestors. Until a line of bloody words appeared in front of my eyes: [Welcome to the copy of "Twenty-Four Filial Piety". [Level 1: Filial piety moves heaven. They told me that as long as I was filial, I could get out alive. But no one told me—— What will happen if I don't want to be filial?