Chapter 91: The place where I was

I seemed to hear a loud bang, and then the entire space disappeared before my eyes. It was as if I had heard nothing, and suddenly it had penetrated through.

In short, the endless chaotic space in my heart had suddenly disappeared.

The spirit of the Grandmaster was already incomplete. Could it be that the few remaining spirits of the Grandmaster could no longer be gathered together, as Uncle Johnny had told me before? My heart was anxious, sad and heavy… It was like the feeling of losing a part of someone important to you. You feel relieved that you haven’t completely lost him, but you still feel heartbroken for him.

My emotions were like a volcano about to erupt, but I couldn’t say anything. All the emotions I felt only made me want to call out to my master… But I felt like I was falling, floating lightly in a place where I didn’t know the altitude and couldn’t see anything.

Then, at a certain point, I fell hard, and then my whole body ached. My throat was so dry that it was about to emit smoke, and I couldn’t even call out the two words “Grand Master”… I could only hear my own indistinct moans in the haze.

Then, I became aware of my surroundings and felt my soul begin to awaken… I wanted to scold someone for making me lie here, on a thousand needles, and for making my whole body ache. Was it the god? Was it a new kind of torture?

I could certainly remember everything, the moment of protection from the lightning, the transmission of the Dharma in the chaotic space… I was very clear that I had not died. In the face of the world, the wheel of life began to roll again. The pain and irritability surged, and at the same time, a kind of anxiety and worry also appeared. Silly, how is Ling Qing’s grandmother, who is so worried?

But then I remembered what my master had said. It was meant to be mine… My emotions fluctuated, but then I felt a little peace.

I felt like I had always wanted to speak, but all I could hear was the weak and feeble sound of my throat making ‘gurgling’ noises. At this moment, a sound of footsteps became exceptionally clear in the room.

The footsteps were so regular, as if the distance traveled with each step had been carefully measured and was thus consistent.

The footsteps stopped at the place where I was lying. I didn’t know who it was or what it was doing. Was it the so-called god? I immediately rejected this idea, because the person not only did not seem to be as awe-inspiring as the god, but also affected the person’s ultimate aura, and instead had a stiffness that could not be felt by an ordinary person.

Who could it be? My brain had fully recovered its ability to think at this point, but the severe pain and heaviness prevented me from opening my eyes or speaking.

But the next moment, I felt my body being lifted up all of a sudden. The movement was fast, and the force was so even, another standardized pattern… I didn’t even realize that I was being lifted up until the sudden sharp pain in my body made me involuntarily cry out in pain, and I realized what was going on.

Then, before I could think, I felt a bowl-shaped object placed at the corner of my mouth. My jaw was pinched open, and the force was just right, so that I could not close my mouth, but also not too painful… Then, a strange-smelling, but actually bitter liquid was slowly, slowly, and very rhythmically poured into my mouth.

Every time a little bit was poured into my mouth, I would hear the sound of the bowl being put down, and then my throat would be wiped, allowing me to swallow the liquid smoothly.

I wanted to resist, but not only was my whole body in pain, but I also had no strength left, and I couldn’t even move… Plus, my throat was so thirsty, and I was already very thirsty for water, so even if it was bitter, it would still moisten me, so I had no choice but to swallow it passively.

There shouldn’t be much liquid, and the person who came in was so slow and careful that it only took a few minutes to drink the liquid in the bowl. From his movements, it seemed that the liquid was very precious? Because the movements were so careful that not a single drop of liquid was wasted.

Shouldn’t this be enough? I thought so, but then I heard two regular footsteps in the place where I was, and they stopped at the place where I was lying.

Then, it was water again, this time real water… But the taste, I could tell from the first sip that it had been sweetened with honey, and the pure flavor should be the best honey.

Compared to the extremely bitter liquid, this honey water was simply the most wonderful thing for me, who was still thirsty. I began to swallow it involuntarily.

But compared to the bitter liquid, the amount of honey water seemed to be enough, and the person feeding me was much more casual. Anyway, they didn’t stop until I couldn’t drink anymore and coughed up a lot.

When I thought it was over, a bowl of warm, intoxicatingly fragrant food was brought to my nose, and then a spoonful of soft, easy-to-swallow porridge entered my mouth.

Although I couldn’t open my eyes, my tongue could still tell that there should be meat, vegetables, and an unknown medicinal fragrance in the porridge. In short, it was extremely delicious, and every time I swallowed, I felt a warm explosion in my stomach, and my whole body warmed up.

I ate greedily until I heard the sound of the bowl being emptied, and I regretted it very much.

Unfortunately, unlike honey water, there was only so much porridge, and there was none left.

All of this was very tedious, but I could feel the careful and meticulous care. I wondered to myself, “Where am I? Why are so many people taking such good care of me? Could it be… my heart was pounding. Was it Master and the others who had appeared to take care of me?

But the next moment, I rejected this idea. No matter what the Master looked like, I would recognize him because he had a familiar “taste” about him. This “taste” referred to a feeling!

These people are empty and stiff, and they don’t have that flavor.

My body was laid down again, but this time I didn’t feel like I was lying on a thousand needles. Hmm, maybe it was two hundred needles less? Anyway, it still hurt like hell.

These people didn’t leave, but started to poke at me. I felt like I was being peeled off layer by layer. I couldn’t help but curse in my heart, “Fuck, am I a mummy?” Because this feeling of being peeled off was really too strange.

But the next moment, I enjoyed it again, because a cold cream was smeared on my body. When it touched my skin, it was like I was a volcano that was burning with pain, and a silent rain was soothing me, relieving my pain.

The fingers of these people occasionally touched my skin. I could tell they were men’s hands, but they were horribly cold… I couldn’t guess what my surroundings were like, and of course I couldn’t guess what these people were like either. I could only go with the flow… Or maybe it was because I was so comfortable that I fell asleep again.

No dreams… peaceful sleep.

I had no concept of time at all, and I only remember that such tedious things happened several times in my continuous slumber, and I didn’t bother to remember how many times exactly.

Because I felt that my body was developing in a good direction, the tingling sensation was getting lighter and lighter, and it was replaced by a feeling of itching… I remember that at some point, I really couldn’t stand the itching anymore, and my fingers could move slightly.

This time, the regular footsteps became lighter, as if they were fearful or respectful? Because among these footsteps was a seemingly peaceful, yet domineering, footsteps that appeared in the place where I was.

It was so itchy that I had to scratch. I didn’t care about anything else, just wanted to scratch the itchy parts of my body.

Finally, I was able to lift my hand, but as soon as I did, I felt my already weak wrist being grabbed by a hand. He seemed to be doing it carelessly and not very hard, but it was not something I could break free from now.

From the moment he grabbed me, I had the urge to sneer and then jump up and fight him again, because who else could it be? That god… I sensed his aura.

I really thought this was some place? It turned out that I was in his hands after all, even though he took such good care of me, which was strange. But I definitely didn’t think he had any good intentions, because I had already seen his cold personality and icy demeanor.

“Chen Chengyi, you must be very itchy. So, you must not move any part of your body, because this is the state of recovery. I’m very happy that you didn’t waste my precious medicine… you have a good foundation, so you’re recovering well. I can’t wait… hehe…” The voice of the so-called god sounded in my ear.

I endured the feeling of itching all over my body, and my brows furrowed slightly. I distinctly sensed a hint of greed in his words. What did it mean?

Is that the purpose of his meticulous care for my back?

It seemed that my situation was not good, and the various conditions piled up together, and my heavy eyelids finally showed signs of loosening… After struggling for a long time, I finally opened my eyes.

What I saw in my blurred vision was the enlarged face of God, a smug smile, and greedy eyes…