I thought that there was no chance for me to escape.
Thousands of thunderbolts fell, boulders turned into powder, earth and wood turned into charcoal. Under that boundless divine power, nothing could survive or resist. Being enveloped in it, and being one of the targets, how could there be a way out?
Facts have proved that the way of heaven cannot be offended, and boundless karma is imposed on one's body. Sometimes even death becomes a luxury.
I never thought that one day I would look forward to death.
I don't know how long after the thunderbolt, I woke up with a strange itch and found that I was not buried in the soil, but stuck in the ground like a carrot, with only a small part of my body exposed.
The wind and snow stopped, and the haze in the sky dissipated without knowing when. The warm sunshine poured down on me. In this season of withered and silent things, it was like a gift from God. I squinted my eyes and stared at the sky. Under the sunshine, everything around me was shrouded in a colorful halo...
The mountaintops were flattened, the river valleys were filled, and in the mountains, a strange "small plain" appeared...
In a daze, I saw my arms hanging on the ground. The skin was charcoal-colored and looked uneven in the sun. Many protrusions were like the poison glands on a toad, bulging high.
At that moment, I really felt boundless fear and struggled subconsciously. As a result, when I moved my arm, I heard a "crack" sound, and the charred and carbonized part cracked. I could vaguely see the pink tender flesh inside, and there were strands of blood spilling out...
The most bizarre thing is that I didn't feel any pain at all, but the torment and torture in my heart was sometimes more terrible and cruel than the destruction of the body.
I was struggling violently, but I couldn't muster any strength in my body. Even crawling out of the soil became extremely difficult. Instead, the charred and carbonized part cracked under the struggle. Listening to the crisp "crackling" sound coming from my body like chewing potato chips, the taste was really indescribable.
Soon, I was tired and looked up at the sky silently.
"Is this your punishment? Can't live or die, immersed in the abyss of despair, never extricate yourself?"
I pulled the corners of my mouth, as if I was smiling, my voice was dry and hoarse, and I gradually closed my eyes.
In deep sleep, I seemed to hear the cold laughter of the evil woman.
"Is this the result you want?"
"There is still a place for me under the three feet of loess, but there is no place for you in the vast world. Are you satisfied?"
"Official, hehehehe..."
"..."
When I woke up again, nothing in front of me had changed.
However, the warm sun in the sky became the tentacle of the devil.
I don't know how long I have been in the sun here. The leather coat on my body has become smaller and a little "tight", which binds me in it like a cage, as if to squeeze my internal organs together and break them all directly.
This is a kind of silent torture...
Why not die?
Such a thought popped up in my mind.
Where are Brother Yaozi and the others? Are they just going to forget me in the mountains and endure endless torture?
The wild animals in the mountains seemed to have fallen into silence, and they didn't pay any attention to my burnt meat. I wanted to roar loudly to let them know that there was food here. Anyway, in this difficult season for finding food, it was good to have food. As for the taste, I didn't care too much. Unfortunately, it was difficult for me to even make a sound now...
In fact, I always think that human beings are a very fragile life.
The old lady who lived behind my house fell down the stairs carrying a basin of water in winter and died.
There was also a mother of a boy in junior high school who had a myocardial infarction when she went to the toilet too hard. Her head tilted and she fell into a corner and died. When her husband found her, there was a piece of feces as long as a finger stuck on her buttocks, as hard as iron...
There are always many strange ways to die. Some people drank cold water and sprayed blood, some people choked to death when they ate too fast, and even, I was thinking, if someone farted and hit his heel and became disabled one day, I would not be surprised...
But why, after falling on me, this life is so strong? Maybe even cockroaches are not as strong as me?
I seem to be trapped in an endless cycle. Every once in a while, I will wake up and see the changes in myself. It seems that God wants me to realize how serious the consequences of provoking it are...
In the end, I even became narrow-minded and resentful, cursing Brother Yaozi and others, why can't they come to find me? I don't ask them to let me live, at least come to finish me off, hit me in the place where I die quickly and feel no pain, I will be their father in the next life!!
This is definitely not me taking advantage of them!
At the moment of life and death, my heart is particularly clear, as if I have seen through all the things in this world. Thinking about those people on the Internet who want to be a father every day, I think they are all a bunch of fools. How comfortable is it to be a son? Being a father is to pay off debts!!
I think this is the only benefit I can give them in this situation...
Unfortunately, they can't hear my prayers, and naturally they don't know my generous promises. I am still "planted" here, waiting for death alone, but I don't know if I will bear fruit after a long time...
Anyway, I am probably the only one in the world with such strong and tenacious vitality...
My whole body is charred and carbonized, I have no food or water, and my ribs are constantly shrinking due to the compression of my leather coat, making groans under the heavy load. If it were someone else, I'm afraid they wouldn't survive for half a day, but I don't know how many days I have survived. Sometimes I wake up in the daytime, and sometimes I wake up at night.
Until one day, when I opened my eyes, I saw a black dot slowly wriggling in the distance...
It seems to be a person?
Anyway, no matter whether it is a person or a beast, as long as they notice me, it is a relief!
I yelled "Ahhhhhhh" to remind the other party that there was a person here. The other party froze for a moment, and after a moment, he really came towards me.
I laughed like crazy, maybe because I laughed too much, and it passed with a "hiccup"...
Then, I had a dream.
In the dream, there was an endless wasteland. In the northwest, a bright star slowly rose from a place similar to a grave mound, and then fell between the sunset clouds. A hazy red mist appeared in the sky, which was indescribably weird. I walked alone in the endless wilderness, staggering, tattered clothes, eyes staring straight, like a walking corpse. A withered tea flower gradually withered behind me. It was the only color in this desolate world, white and beautiful, but at this moment the branches were decaying and the petals were drying...
Isn't this exactly the prophecy my master said?
I saw the picture in the prophecy. Does it mean that my life is over?
Thinking of this, I breathed a sigh of relief. I finally begged for death...
Hey, no, how can I still be conscious after death?
When I realized that I was thinking nonsense, I immediately became angry.
"Why haven't I died yet?"
I screamed in grief, and then sat up suddenly. The next moment, I covered my mouth...
Because I found that my arms were no longer burnt, and the greasy and disgusting barbecue smell on my body was gone. It even exuded a faint soap smell, which smelled so refreshing...
I touched my head, and my hair was thick. All the hair that was burned by the fire clay explosion last time grew out.
This is a new life! !
Am I... living in a dream?
I looked around and found that I was lying on the kang, covered with a thick quilt, but the quilt was old-fashioned, with big red flowers everywhere, and it was quite old-fashioned.
In the middle of the room was a stove for heating, and the fire was burning.
There was no TV, no electrical appliances.
Opposite the big kang, there is a very strange piece of furniture. You can vaguely see that it was originally bright yellow, but now it is covered with some black stains. I don't know how many years it has been used. It is like a super big box with a flip-up lid...
This kind of strange furniture is called a knock box...
I guess modern people have basically never seen it! !
But I have seen it!
Because my grandmother's dowry has such an object, which is equivalent to a wardrobe in the old society. It can store a lot of clothes. Because it is stacked together, there is always a smell when it is opened. I still remember the old oil smell!
All these arrangements are really too old-fashioned! !
Earthen walls, big kang, green kang steps, knock boxes, iron stoves...
I once felt that I had traveled through time! !
"Could it be that this is the underworld?"
Such a thought popped up in my mind...
Squeak!
Suddenly, the door opened and a woman walked in...