Chapter 112 Chapter 112 Waiting for Joshua to wake up again...
When Joshua woke up again, it seemed like a long time had passed.
He lay quietly on the bed, feeling sweat all over his body.
The clothes were soaked and stuck to the skin.
Each wet hair clung to the surface of his skin, forming a sticky atmosphere that enveloped him, as if he were a chopped mushroom in a pig's stomach, in a scorching, bubbling brown casserole. Only when the food was served and someone cut open the pig's stomach with a knife could he see the bright light and fresh air.
But that's really sad.
Because he had no idea when such an opportunity would come. Even if it did, it didn't mean things would go well. It only proved that he would soon be chewed up and swallowed, digested in another stomach, and turned into a sour paste.
At best, the eater would praise it for being delicious, easy to chew and swallow, and that would be the result.
His skin felt moist when it touched the cotton and linen quilt. He could even feel the old and heavy cotton floating inside.
Cotton wool flew out from the gap like an illusion, got into his nose and went into his throat. He couldn't help coughing, as if he wanted to cough out all the cotton wool that had flown in.
He was trembling all over, and more sweat came out from his forehead and rolled down. There was no clean or dry spot on his face or body.
He felt ashamed and angry about his dirty, miserable and pitiful situation, and there was a foamy sorrow that overflowed from the bottom of his heart.
The sorrow, like snow-white foam, covered his mouth, nose, and eyes. He felt breathless, his vision went dark, and he could not see anything.
His heart was throbbing with pain, and he could feel the veins in his temples throbbing as well, except this throbbing seemed to want to burrow out from under his skin, bite him hard, crawl away like a poisonous black and red centipede, stay away from him, abandon him, leave him alone, let him fend for himself, let him suffer in pain, a boundless and endless torture.
He felt as if he had fallen into hell.
But hell would not be so quiet, nor would it allow him to lie in bed and do nothing. Hell would not be so good.
Even though he has suffered enough pain, more is still coming.
The pain attacked him like a group of ants attacking an elephant. He thought he would be indifferent, unhurt, and unharmed, but the reality was different from what he imagined.
He felt an even more intense pain, as if these things were piled up layer by layer, and when he touched the first one, he would be bound to touch the rest.
He had no right to choose, no chance to retreat or escape. The doors and windows behind him were blocked, and he had no way out at all.
He deserves to die.
He should have died in front of his wife, before the imperial physician spoke, before the servants left, and before daylight came. Everything had not happened yet, which meant there was still hope.
But now, it's too late, everything is gone.
He burst into tears, as if he was laughing out loud, the sound was sharp and piercing, as if tens of thousands of needles were piercing his body at the same time, or as if tens of thousands of balloons were floating in the sky and bursting at the same time.
Tears streamed from his eyes like water, and his eyelids swelled up quickly, like a corpse swollen in water.
He couldn't open his eyes.
After an unknown amount of time, he was exhausted and finally stopped crying. He fell asleep, his eyes were so swollen that they hurt when touched, like a bloated stomach that would explode with a slight poke.
His brows were furrowed, as if he had dreamed of a man who had died with his eyes open, speaking to him in the middle of the night in words he couldn't understand at all. He felt horrified at first, and absurd at the other.
He laughed out loud, and when he woke up, it was the dark, quiet, lifeless house again, like a rock that had stood there for a long time and had nothing to do with him.
The expression on his face quickly disappeared, as if his soul had been sucked out. He stared at the dark ceiling for a long time, in a daze, until his eyes could no longer function.
The tears welled up again. But this time he made no sound. He didn't know when he fell asleep, but he fell asleep.
When he woke up again, Bai Tianming appeared in front of him.
"Do you want to die in sleep here?" Bai Tianming sat beside his bed, just like the last time he came, slightly bent over, close to him, with a thoughtful look, but a scornful smile in his eyes. Although the question was asked in a gentle tone, as if expressing concern, it sounded like a complete questioning.
Perhaps it was because Joshua didn't think Bai Tianming would come to care about him, nor did he think that Bai Tianming might not come to question him.
He had been prepared for this, and now that he was there, he felt like everything was finally settled, like he was about to be freed. He knew this was wrong, and he also knew that if Bai Tianming found out, he wouldn't get what he wanted.
But he couldn't control it, just like a hungry person in front of a sumptuous meal, he couldn't control his pain, his desire, and even his subconscious.
"No." Joshua thought for a moment, looked away, and sighed.
Bai Tianming shuddered at the pessimism in his words and frowned: "Since you don't have it, remember to go to court tomorrow." This was an order.
Joshua remained expressionless, and remained in a stalemate for a while. "Can't I just rest?"
"No." Bai Tianming stood up and prepared to leave: "If you want to die, then you can."
"Then let me die." Joshua turned his head towards the wall and replied coldly.
Bai Tianming raised an eyebrow, paused, turned around and looked at him. He saw the shadow of his face fall on the wall, dark and gloomy, as if a piece of wall paint had fallen off, and there was a body hidden inside. He asked with interest, "Are your servants not taking care of it?"
"Everyone has his own destiny." Joshua closed his eyes and answered very tiredly.
"Then you won't take your wife's body either?" Bai Tianming nodded and asked with a smile.
"What?" Joshua opened his eyes, startled. He turned around and sat up in bed, staring at Bai Tianming with wide eyes. He felt absurd and dizzy. "What?"
"You don't think," Bai Tianming couldn't help laughing, "that I would be so kind as to collect your body for you, right?"
Joshua was stunned for a long moment, feeling dizzy. He wanted to say something, but found himself speechless. He suddenly felt extremely tired, even more tired than before, and he completely collapsed.
"Remember to go out tomorrow." Bai Tianming waved to him, hummed a song, turned and left.
Joshua coughed for a while, then fell back down with a plop. He slept for most of the day in a dizzy state. It was already dark. He got up from the bed, washed himself from head to toe, drank some medicine, put on his clothes, put on clean shoes, left home, went to the court, and met Bai Tianming.
Bai Tianming saw him, as if he had seen a wild cat that always failed to steal fish from his own kitchen. He asked him with great interest, "Are you feeling better?"
"It's fine now." Joshua answered hesitantly.
"Is there anything you want to say?" Bai Tianming asked again.
"I still don't know where my wife's body is," Joshua said slowly after a pause. "Can I ask?"
"Of course," Bai Tianming smiled, as if forgiving a stupid cat that tried to scratch the curtains but got caught in them. There was a hint of disdain in his contempt, a kind of condescending sarcasm, as he said slowly, "It's in your back garden."
Joshua felt a deep sorrow and anger welling up in his chest. He almost vomited, but nothing came out. It was as if his soul had left his body, leaving only an empty, abandoned shell.
His face was expressionless as he stood there blankly, like a long-placed wooden sculpture, or a piece of ceramic on the verge of breaking, or even more like a clay sculpture melting bit by bit in the rain.
He didn't know how he left the palace, but when he found himself back home, he rushed to the back garden, where there was indeed a body lying.
The body lay there for as long as he had been lying in bed. The weather was not cold, but the body had begun to rot, with some swelling on the surface and blurred lividity on the skin. Bugs crawled out of the dark holes and sticky pus dripped onto the ground. He knelt on the ground and vomited, then crawled over with tears in his eyes and burst into tears.
By the time he dealt with the corpse and returned to the court, it was already autumn. Bai Tianming was still sitting high on the throne as before, looking down at the group of people in front of him. Not one of them was not his slave.
A kind of alienated indifference appeared on his face, as if he would disappear at any time, or disappear in front of everyone at any time.
But when he blinked, came to his senses and smiled, the terrifying feeling of hopelessness and despair that had led to nowhere to escape came back.
I must kill him. Joshua lowered his head, looking at Bai Tianming's shadow not far away. His face was calm as water, but he gritted his teeth in his heart and swore silently.
Bai Tianming sat on the throne, watching everyone fall silent. Just as he was about to leave, the prime minister suddenly stepped forward, pulled out a red box, opened it, and said, "I have something to offer as an offering!"
"What is this?" Bai Tianming became a little interested.
"Your Majesty," the Prime Minister bowed his head respectfully and raised his hand, trying to let Bai Tianming see what he was holding. A smug smile appeared on his face, and he said proudly, "This is an extremely large, pure gem ring that I obtained from a folk sorcerer!"
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