Goddess Immortal
In the empty feeling of loss, I felt my whole body quickly becoming numb, and then I lost consciousness.
There were sounds of footsteps and low voices around me, like a layer of gauze covering them: "Dead?"
"His intestines have been ripped out, how can he not die?"
Damn, I'm really going to die. It is said that when a person is about to die, there will be a moment of revival. Even after taking his last breath, the brain will still have a brief computer wave fluctuation. Could this be my last dark moment of death?
But these people are too indifferent. After all, they are all family members, so why didn't they try to save me? I died so hastily in an accident. It's not that I can't accept the impermanence of life, but at least two people can shed a few tears for me.
Sanyi's behavior at that time was very strange, as if he hadn't expected it. Was this bastard boss trying to kill me on purpose?
As I was daydreaming, the noises around me became quieter, and I suddenly felt a wave of sadness in my heart. I heard a voice across the sound of water saying impatiently:
"Be careful. What if he comes back to life? Smash him."
Almost at the same time, a calloused hand pressed down on my forehead, as if aiming and fixing it. Before I could think about what was happening, I heard the sound of a sapper shovel breaking through the air, and it suddenly swung towards my head.
The next second, my head exploded.
It was an explosion in the physical sense. Some kind of turbid and sticky liquid slid down my scalp, bringing with it warmth and a bloody smell, and soaked my neck and eyelashes.
In the midst of the great absurdity, my mind was blank, without even any fear.
Too many problems become like cotton balls in the face of the sudden disappearance of physiological reactions, floating lightly without any power.
The strange thing is that at this moment, a child's voice said in my ear: "It's okay, don't think about it, it's okay."
child?
Why are there children in the deep water of the mine? Moreover, why can I still hear someone talking to me? Could it be that I have become a ghost, and the one talking to me is the ghost of the missing child in the stone forest?
Questions popped up one after another in my head, which may no longer exist, and at the same time, I felt the greasy texture still dripping into my neck. I wondered if there would be wind pouring directly into my wide-open brain and blowing away the last bit of my brain matter. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel sad again.
"It's okay, it's okay, he'll wake up soon." The child's voice continued to comfort me, with a calmness and gentleness beyond his age.
It was the voice of a little girl. I had never heard it before, but it was indeed real. Her tone was extremely steady, without even a trace of trembling.
Is it an illusion?
But a strong sense of déjà vu made me feel like something was about to come out of my mouth.
The next second, the voice that ordered someone to smash my head sneered, "You are playing tricks. You can even be resurrected. You really think you are a goddess."
——He said "Goddess".
My head buzzed, and I suddenly realized what was happening and opened my eyes abruptly.
Without the heavy scuba gear and the squeeze of water, the surroundings were cold but dry. My vision went blurry and finally cleared up, and what came into view was an incredibly low perspective.
There was a skinny child with a pale face, hunched over, gently patting my back and face with her little hands.
I was completely stunned when I met those unusually dull and wooden black eyes, which still retained a hint of calmness.
Our eyes met, and the child looked at me, his pupils suddenly contracting violently.
I felt the hand that was patting my back suddenly froze and cold sweat broke out. It was obvious that her words just now were more of a dying comfort, and now she was scared by me.
But after taking a quick breath, she forced herself to suppress all her emotions and tentatively moved a little closer to me, as if to confirm whether I was really faking my death.
I tried to look around, but I couldn't move at all. I just felt like I had shrunk countless times, as if I had become a dwarf, and my line of sight was almost level with hers. The loss of my limbs was so severe that I couldn't move or open my mouth for a while. I was afraid of scaring her, so I could only blink at her reluctantly.
One second, two seconds, she seemed to understand what I meant, nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly shook her head.
Then she did something that surprised me.
I thought she would yell for someone to come and see my unexpected "resurrection from the dead". After all, she had just talked to someone about the topic of "goddess" and she must need some kind of miracle as proof or shock. But she immediately turned over and sat up straight, blocking me with her body.
"Be quiet."
She said almost silently, "Don't let them find out you're still alive. Can you make it till night?"
As if she was afraid that I would act rashly, she quickly whispered, "Every night they regularly clean up a batch of domestic garbage and bury it in another abandoned mine not far away. We will be locked up by then, but you are a dead man now, so they won't care.
The worst result is that they throw you into the mine with them. If...if you can hold on, I'll come find you tomorrow when we go down to the mine to quarry."
I stared at her blankly, and my eyes began to turn red.
Strangely enough, I thought I would never get too sad about anything. But at this moment, the strange emotion completely occupied my mind, so I didn't think about how weird and horrible my image would be. Instead, I lowered my head carefully to prevent my tears from flowing out too ugly.
The child slowly adjusted his breathing and seemed to be looking around alertly. After looking around, his thin body relaxed a little.
Even though she blocked my view, I could still hear the heavy footsteps of adults, their heavy breathing, the occasional cough, the sound of iron tools dragging on the ground, and the faintest, hallucinatory sound of dripping water.
I seemed to sense something and turned my head to look. I saw that my shoulders seemed to have melted in the water. The whole thing was deformed and collapsed. There was a large wet area on my shoulders, which gave off a faint fishy smell.
"Ding du."
The drops fell on my shoulders and chest.
I found that I had indeed shrunk countless times, and became a child with thin and weak hands and feet, about the same age as the girl in front of me, only about eleven or twelve years old. The clothes we were wearing were very old and tattered, and there was a huge hole on my chest at the moment, as if there was an old penetrating wound that had festered, and the wound was still expanding.
Looking slightly upward and at the ground, I confirmed that I was still in that spherical underwater space, but it was dry and waterless everywhere, there were no blue-black knife edges, and no stone forest was seen.
Only occasionally would a slight chill on my shoulder flow down to my chest, reminding me that the wound on my chest would not heal if it continued like this, but would completely rot and eat away at it in the dripping water.
I moved my fingers almost instinctively and realized that this gap was the part where the unknown creature had eaten me before I "died".
What was this? Did that thing take a part of me and stuff the dead me into another body?
The child leaned back a little, probably because he was afraid that I would fall, and wanted to support me with his own weight.
The adults were still moving around, some of them very close, impatiently pacing around us. She and I were both silent, cuddling together like two symbiotic corpses.
I don't know how long it took, someone said frantically:
"There's nothing here either. Where is the mineral deposit?"
Then he suddenly strode over and cursed, "What a bullshit goddess! I think she is just trying to deceive your grandfather!"
I was caught off guard and felt a sudden pain in my waist. I almost passed out. I lay on the ground dazed and motionless for a long time before I realized that the child had been kicked hard in the waist, and I was also knocked to the ground because I was blocking her way.
My head buzzed again, I was shocked and angry, a surge of anger rose up, and I almost exploded. I heard her take a breath and grit her teeth and whispered: "You dare not... really kill me..."
The man yelled, and heavy footsteps came over, trying to hit someone. Someone nearby grabbed him and said angrily: "Who are you touching! The goddess belongs to you alone!"
The two immediately started pushing and shoving each other, swearing at each other in an extremely unpleasant way. The shouting and cursing soon escalated into a fight, and they were dragged out by the people around them while being persuaded.
In the chaos, I felt the child's cold little hand gently grabbing my wrist and squeezing it lightly, indicating that she was okay.
How could it be okay?
I suddenly felt sad, but this child's body was already on the verge of being scrapped. The only thing I could do was to gently hold that little hand. I felt that the hand was not as soft and delicate as a child's, but was covered with calluses and scabs from wounds.
“It’s okay.” The child seemed to be used to it. His fingers moved slightly and wrote on my palm, “We continue to pretend to be dead and wait for them to finish fighting. When it gets dark, something will come out. They dare not stay for long. In less than half an hour, they will start to clean up and prepare to leave.”
She spent a long time writing this paragraph, and as she wrote, our palms were filled with cold sweat.
My mouth felt bitter. I could hear her extremely weak breathing and knew that her whole body was shaking with pain.
"I won't die." She paused, gathered some strength, and then tapped my palm again.
After a while, she slowly drew a smiley face and said, "Don't be afraid, it's okay. I'm a goddess."
"What about you? This is the first time I've seen someone in the same situation as me. I was dead, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself in a body I didn't recognize. It's scary, right?"
The child asked, and wrote a few strokes as if out of habit he wanted to comfort me and tell me not to be afraid, but in the end he just gasped softly, as if he could no longer hold on and couldn't write any more.
"I... I am, I am a bad guy in a mysterious organization." I was about to cry, so I wrote reluctantly, "Our organization is called Hide and Seek, it's very powerful and perverted, when we have nothing to do, we like to peel off a layer of skin from people for fun."
So, it doesn’t matter if I die again in the next second.
She was slightly stunned and laughed silently.
“Okay.” She wrote intermittently, “I don’t dare to die. We still have many children here. If I die, those people will have no scruples.”
"But you have to pretend to be dead and not be discovered. You must run away."
I took a deep breath, my heart was in turmoil. She had silently pulled my hand away and patted the back of my hand, reminding me not to react again.
After a while, those people seemed to have finished arguing, and an unusually heavy footstep came and stopped in front of me:
"What should I do about this?"
"Throw it in the cart. It won't rot all at once. Take it all out at night."
As he spoke, the man uttered an "ah", suddenly lowered his head, and roughly turned my head.
"This kid's brain has been smashed, right? The brain is all out. Where's the wound?" He shook his hands, a little confused. "Fuck, where did the water come from?"
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