Chapter 92#
The Magnitude of Life and Death (II)#
Lovers?
The Ghost Mother said they were lovers.
After being stunned for a few seconds, Ye Sheng remembered how ambiguous his and Ning Weichen’s posture was in the video that had been transmitted to the Heretic Empire. Compared to flirting, it was more like an illicit affair.
Ye Sheng: “…” To hell with lovers.
The three-day and three-night affair on the Yinshan train could deceive everyone, but not the parties involved.
Fake is fake.
A heart that beats for a lover, neither of them probably had one.
Ye Sheng’s gaze fell on the table. He lowered his eyes, reached out, and pulled out a promotional flyer for a private hospital from the scattered papers. It should be an advertisement taken by the radio station.
The name of the hospital was clearly written at the top of the flyer, “Dexin Ren’ai Gynecological Hospital”.
Below were two lines of slogans: [Dexin Hospital, pregnant women are at ease, family members are at ease] [Leading technology, creating a first-class obstetrics and gynecology department. Private hospitals are always your most considerate partner].
Private hospitals are always your most considerate partner.
Thinking of the Ghost Mother sitting across the long table, her hands covered in blood, Ye Sheng only felt ironic.
Ye Sheng picked up the flyer, his expression cold, his tone calm: “Don’t you always pay attention to karma when you kill people? Since you consider yourself righteous, why don’t you kill the heartless people who truly deserve to die, and instead make things difficult for us.”
Hera said strangely: “Didn’t you come to our door?”
Ye Sheng raised his eyes, his eyes exuding a faint blue light at the junction of black and white, beautiful to the point of being eerie, and said with disgust.
“The Story King created ‘Urban Nightwalker’ to conceive a hero and retaliate against bad people. I think in the original ending of ‘Urban Nightwalker’, the heartless person is definitely not a lover who voluntarily digs out their heart for their lover. Don’t you think your indiscriminate killing of the innocent is tampering with and defiling the entire story?”
His voice was very light, and no emotion could be heard.
Hera’s overlapping and distorted face was dark and unclear, and all four eyes looked at Ye Sheng faintly.
From her expression, Ye Sheng knew he had guessed correctly.
The relationship between Hera and the Story King was more like a cooperative relationship than a subordinate one. When Luo Xingyan discovered the Ghost Mother’s aura in the Qin residence, he said it was an A-rank heretic, but now standing in front of them was an A+ rank heretic stamped “giving life and death” by the Story King.
The Story King gave Hera powerful abilities, and in exchange, she became a character in his story.
Given the Story King’s emphasis on stories, “tampering and defiling” was a very serious matter.
The Ghost Mother’s expression was gloomy. Black water began to continuously emerge from the chair behind her, in all directions, like snakes and spiders, entangling her golden-white curly hair.
After a long pause, Hera sneered and said: “The original ending is indeed not like this. Unfortunately, I haven’t seen the ending of ‘Urban Nightwalker’. But I know that for a story to become a classic, it must tear up the beautiful for people to see. If bloody love can attract more listeners to the story, I believe the moderator will forgive me.”
Ye Sheng lowered his head expressionlessly, picked up the flyer with his fingers, folded it twice, and threw it directly across the table.
“If you want to add a layer of tragedy to the end of the story, why don’t you start with yourself?”
Hera looked at the private hospital flyer, and her face suddenly became gloomy.
Ye Sheng said: “Don’t you have no tolerance for a single grain of sand in your eyes? As long as it’s not a perfect victim, they deserve to die in your eyes. Since Tang Jiahao could be chosen by you for not saving a life, then I think there is the most suitable perfect candidate for having their heart dug out in this room.”
Hera looked at the private hospital flyer, and her breathing suddenly became rapid. Her chest heaved, her face twisted, and her pale fingers trembled as she reached for the paper.
The huge shadow behind her stretched out countless tentacles due to her hateful heart, dancing wildly along the wall.
Ye Sheng said faintly: “The blind do not deserve eyes, the mute do not deserve tongues. Liang Binhai colluded with the powerful and killed you on the operating table. He was insane and unworthy of being a doctor. Such a person—does not deserve a heart and deserves to have his heart dug out.”
“And it is only natural for a son to pay for his father’s debts.” Ye Sheng said: “The Liang Xu you are parasitizing is the most suitable heartless person in ‘Urban Nightwalker’.”
Hera suddenly raised her head.
All four eyes looked at Ye Sheng.
Dr. Liang’s eyes were calm and sad, while the Ghost Mother’s eyes were full of twisted blood.
She gasped and panted, her voice broken and hoarse like an old bellows. The Ghost Mother laughed strangely.
“Do you think I don’t want to kill him? I’ve wanted to kill him for a long time.”
“I want to kill Liang Binhai! I want to kill Liang Xu! I want to kill their whole family!”
“These doctors, under the banner of high-sounding slogans, do things worse than animals. The first thing I thought of after I died was to send his whole family to hell.”
“But I died at the hands of Liang Binhai, and those thousands of children were delivered by him one by one. My power actually coexists with him.”
The Ghost Mother’s fingers trembled and convulsed as she clutched the private hospital’s promotional flyer. Red tears flowed down her face, and her expression was filled with a twisted, world-destroying hatred.
As if sensing that her emotions were wrong, the shadow on the wall became three-dimensional, and a hand, round and plump like a baby’s, stretched out and rested comfortingly on its mother’s shoulder.
The moment she was gently touched by the child, the hatred on the Ghost Mother’s face slowly dissipated. She lowered her head, her pale golden long hair soft and gentle, and a ghost child with complete limbs slowly climbed onto her lap.
The Ghost Mother raised her hand, and her blue-gray fingers covered with corpse spots rested on the ghost child’s head. Her eyes revealed a brilliance full of maternal and divine love.
The Ghost Mother said softly.
“The Cheng’en Hospital was so lively that night. My belly was so big at that time, everyone thought I was pregnant with twins.”
She gestured vaguely at her abdomen: “When I was seven months pregnant, I was already mentally abnormal. I wanted to run, but Qin Wenrui tied me to the bed and continued to feed me that disgusting medicine every day.”
“Qin Wenrui has asthenospermia, and he doesn’t want to be treated. So, he found someone to come up with an evil spell.”
“They mixed a bunch of disgusting things with Qin Wenrui’s semen to make a bowl of black medicine and forced me to drink it.”
“A woman’s uterus and stomach are not connected, how could this possibly lead to pregnancy? Who knew that as I drank it, I really got pregnant.”
“I have always loved children since I was a child, and I really wanted a baby of my own at that time. In the first few months of pregnancy, I willingly drank the medicine every day to stabilize the fetus. But slowly, I discovered that something was wrong. When I walked, my stomach would actually make a sound. Clang, clang, like a bowl of water shaking.”
“My appetite became very poor, I often had insomnia, and I couldn’t breathe smoothly in the middle of the night. I lost my hair, was nauseous and vomited, had a sore throat, had anemia and colds, and would faint after walking two steps.”
“One night I had a dream. I dreamed that I had crawled into my own belly. It turned out that the black medicine was not only deposited in my stomach, but it also passed through my blood vessels and stomach wall, seeping into every part of my body bit by bit. The black medicine was poisonous. It corroded my body, my organs, my blood vessels, my liver, and my intestines. I saw that my belly was finally empty, corroded clean, leaving only a mass of black liquid.”
“I told the Qin family about this, and they said I was crazy. I wanted to cut it open with a knife to see clearly. I didn’t want to commit suicide, I just felt that my stomach was full of water, and I wanted to see if water would flow out if I poked a small hole with a needle. But everyone in the Qin family thought I was sick and had self-harming tendencies.”
“They tied me up, locked me on the bed, bound my limbs, and continued to feed me that disgusting medicine every day.”
“I just lay on the bed like this, watching my belly get bigger and bigger.”
“But I really love children so much, I love the feeling of nurturing a new life so much. So on the eve of giving birth, I forgave them again. I touched my belly and went into the operating room, thinking, if I can really give birth to a healthy and lovely baby for me, let all this pass.”
Hera’s fingers stroked the ghost child’s head, her expression gentle.
The ghost child giggled and hugged the Ghost Mother’s fingers, its face full of greed and drool, and opened its mouth to bite sharply. It was not the intimacy of a baby towards its mother, but a real desire to eat her.
But the Ghost Mother didn’t mind, she doted on her child so much.
“With the condition of my belly, it was impossible to have a natural birth, only a cesarean section.”
“Everyone knows that giving birth is a painful thing. In fact, there is something more desperate in the world, and that is to wake up during a cesarean section.”
“I woke up during the operation.”
“During general anesthesia, three drugs are injected into the human body: anesthetics, analgesics, and muscle relaxants. Anesthetics make people fall into a coma, analgesics make the nerves unable to feel pain, and muscle relaxants put the whole body in a state of paralysis, which is convenient for doctors to perform surgery better.”
“In that operation, the analgesic failed. My whole body was still under anesthesia, but my consciousness woke up first. The strong surgical light fell on my face. I felt him cutting my belly with a knife, the knife moving slowly downwards. I clearly felt all the pain, the knife cutting my belly, cutting my flesh, but my eyelids were so heavy, I couldn’t open them. I couldn’t make a sound, I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t convey my thoughts. I wanted to tell them I was awake, I wanted to say the analgesic was not enough, I wanted to say the anesthesia had failed, I was about to die of pain. But I couldn’t speak,”
“My mouth couldn’t move, my body couldn’t move, I was trapped in a black sea of consciousness. Passively being cut open by the doctor with a knife, in excruciating pain, experiencing this hellish torture.”
“It was a nightmare, my body and soul were completely separated!”
The Ghost Mother’s intense tone suddenly softened again.
“This phenomenon is rare but exists, called intraoperative awareness. If it was just intraoperative awareness, it would be fine, but God insisted that I thoroughly understand the greatness of ’life’.”
“When Liang Binhai cut open my belly, he must have been scared by the scene inside. His hands were trembling.”
“There was a pool of black water in my belly.”