My eyelids seem to be glued shut. Sometimes my thoughts are active, but it is impossible to open my eyes.
Doesn’t it mean that after death, physical pain and physical defects will not be carried to the soul?
Could it be that I don’t even have a complete soul? Then how can I be reincarnated in the future? The incomplete soul is either treated as a delicacy for powerful ghosts, or slowly disappears into thin air. The best result is to become a fool, a pure fool.
They are different from village guards like Monkey Fool.
I don't want... I wailed in my heart.
Suddenly I heard a very familiar voice talking next to me, "Brother, if you call your child back so early, you may have to suffer a lot. She is seriously injured."
"Go back. After all, this is not a place to stay for a long time. We have broken the rules. Do you still want to be punished?"
It was grandpa’s voice, and I definitely knew the person he was talking to. I was very familiar with it, but I couldn’t remember who it was for a while.
It seems that I have really died and come to the underworld to become a permanent citizen, but this is okay, at least I can see my grandpa and we can continue to live together!
But listening to what they said, they wanted to send me away, where? The fairy cave to cultivate my soul?
"Well, I will be on duty tonight and send her back after midnight. You can stay with her for a while."
Someone left, and I felt someone sitting down next to me and gently touching my half-grown hair. It was very gentle. I think it was grandpa.
I tried hard to open my eyes or scream, but everything was in vain. The time when I regained consciousness was very short, and I felt that I was about to fall into darkness again.
"Sanman, although the calamity of life and death has passed, this still remains in your soul. I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse. You have to be patient and cherish it. The only way is to suppress it with the power of virtue. Don't do it easily.
Possessed!"
The person next to me is indeed Grandpa, but I have already gone to the underworld, how can I survive the tribulation of life and death? There is something left in my soul, what is it? Become a demon? How can I become a demon? I used to be a human, and I died.
He is also a well-behaved ghost, so what does it have to do with the devil?
Finally, I greedily felt the hand caressing my head, but I still couldn't hold on, and still fell into endless darkness.
Wind... This time I felt it. There was a strong wind blowing around me, as if it was moving quickly. When the wind stopped, I heard the familiar voice, saying softly, "Go back, I just
I can send you here, I know you can hear it, remember to accumulate virtue, virtue is more important to you than ordinary people, don’t ignore good deeds because they are small, and live a good life!"
It suddenly occurred to me that the owner of this voice was the man I had longed for in my heart.
"The matter from last time has been resolved. It didn't involve you, right?" I asked this question suddenly in a hurry. Can I speak now?
But no one answered me why my body hurt so much and I couldn't move anywhere. This feeling was so suspenseful that I didn't fall directly into the darkness again. Fortunately, footsteps appeared and were approaching me.
"Sanman, was it you who spoke just now? What happened last time? Who was involved?"
It was Zhang Wei's voice, and I recognized it immediately.
Am I not dead? Could it be that my grandfather and Master Gongcao sent me back to the earthly world?
So what exactly did I go through?
"She did speak just now. Zhang Wei, look at whether Sanman is waking up?" Lang Hongyi's voice sounded. It just so happened that he was still alive. I finally didn't commit any sin.
Four fingers violently used physical means to harm my eyelids. Not to mention that such a simple and rough method actually worked. Those heavy eyelids were actually separated. I saw the bright light outside and a piece of Zhang Wei's hand that looked like boogers.
of residues.
The light made my eyeballs feel uncomfortable, and they moved back and forth in their sockets. I tried my best to fight the pain in my body, and squeezed out a small protest from my throat, "Get out..."
"Wake up, really wake up!" Zhang Wei let go of his hand on my face and jumped outside happily. The recovery of my vision just now allowed me to see the surrounding environment.
This is my home, the room where I sleep. The roof still has the white paper that was put on when I first started to work as a decorator when a big rat demolished the house, and the paint that was painted darker and lighter.
"Uncle, Uncle Yan, come and see, Sanman is awake..."
Zhang Wei's loud roar prevented my consciousness from returning to the darkness, and the noisy voice made me frown slightly.
The voices of Uncle Wu and the others came from the kang again. I used all my strength to open my eyelids and saw Uncle Wu's head leaning over. I couldn't help but laugh, followed by a fit of coughing.
, my throat is very dry and itches and feels uncomfortable.
The direct result was that I cried until my nose and tears flowed down, because everything on my body hurt so much that it hurt like hell.
"Water, give her some water to moisten her throat!"
Uncle Yan quickly picked up the water glass on the side and carefully brought it to my mouth.
This mouthful of water was simply the sweetest sip I had taken in the past ten years. It lingered in my mouth for a long time and I couldn't help but want to drink more.
But Uncle Yan took the water cup away, dipped the gauze on one side into the water stain on my lips, and said, "I just woke up, so I can't drink too much in one go. I'll take another sip later."
At this moment, I gained some energy. I used the peripheral vision of my eyes to scan around, but my neck could not move at all. I clearly felt that something was fixed on my neck, preventing me from moving.
I wanted to raise my hands and touch them, but my hands were also hard. The pain in my body never relaxed and tortured my nerves. I saw clearly that Uncle Wu had his arms wrapped around his neck, his face was bruised and bruised, and the corners of his mouth were still wet.
There are scars, but Uncle Yan is fine. It looks like they are all skin injuries.
Zhang Wei was the most lively one, with his mouth cut to the base of his ears, and he was smiling energetically at me, making me want to raise my hands and push his unsightly face away.
Uncle Yan asked me, "Sanman, how do you feel?"
I tried my best to answer one word, "It hurts!"
While still looking around the room, Zhang Wei finally showed the tacit understanding he had known each other for more than ten years and asked, "Sanman, what are you looking for? Lang Hongyi?"
On the other side of the big kang, a hand covered with plaster was raised and waved at my sight, "I'm fine, I'm lying next to you!"
There was an open quilt on the other side of me. Uncle Wu leaned on the back of the wheelchair and said helplessly, "Don't look at it, that nest is mine. The three of us patients who need to recuperate are all there."
You are in the hospital!"
"Yes, Sanman, you don't know that you are the most seriously injured. My uncle is okay. He broke his arm and a leg, leaving a big hole in his stomach. Lange's hand was also broken and his lungs were damaged.
, you have to take oxygen and infusion here. You are now... wrapped like a mummy, but you are still alive. Do you think this is a disaster for thousands of years?"
I swear, if I could move now, I would definitely kick Zhang Wei out and tell him that if he dares to show up within ten meters of my house, he will be beaten every time he sees him!
"What happened yesterday?" Although there are not many words in this sentence, I said it with great effort, and my voice was as low as a mosquito buzzing. Fortunately, Uncle Wu and the others heard it.
"That incident is not yesterday. You have been in a coma for a week..."
A week? Seven days? Honey, no wonder I feel so hungry now!