Chapter 93#
The Magnitude of Life and Death (III)#
Forty years ago, at the Cheng’en Gynecological Hospital.
The moment the woman’s belly was cut open on the operating table, black, living water gushed out, flooding the entire operating table.
The Taoist’s evil prescription had indeed brought her “children.”
Qin Wenrui’s sperm had gestated in her belly. They didn’t need to combine with an egg; they could “live” on their own.
An adult male has 100 million sperm in 1 ml of semen, and she had been drinking the “medicine” for ten months.
Every drop of black water that flowed from her belly was hundreds of millions of lives.
Ha, how ironic.
After the analgesic wore off, the anesthetic and muscle relaxant gradually wore off as well. She finally woke up and opened her eyes. Hot tears streamed down her temples. When a person is in extreme pain, they can’t scream. All she could let out were heavy, broken, monster-like wails of pain.
She raised her hands, her face streaked with tears, and looked at her doctor for help, her eyes filled with pleading: “Save me, save me.”
It was too painful.
The more mischievous ghost children among the trillions of children began to grow as soon as they touched the air. They grew heads, hands, and feet, and crawled out of the crack in her belly. Head to head, hand to hand, they tore her skin and gnawed at her flesh.
Yes, her children were eating her!
The woman’s eyes were bloodshot, and she stared at her chief surgeon with her eyes wide open. She opened her mouth with all her might: “Save me… save me…”
But under the pale, dazzling operating light, the doctor wearing a hat and mask was like a soulless puppet, his eyes looking at her numbly. His hands were also trembling, but he didn’t sew up her wound. He even reached out, bent down, and helped a “child” whose head was too big to get stuck in its mother’s belly, and slowly carried it out.
The operating room was clean and quiet, but the operating table was a mess.
Black water and red blood continued to mingle, and the pregnant woman with disheveled hair had a look of terror and despair.
And the doctor in a green scrub suit stood by, holding a dark ghost child. At this moment, his old, silent eyes were like those of a god in an oil painting, examining life and death with a detachment that transcended humanity.
Regret, pain, despair, and hatred engulfed her like a tsunami. A few ghost children crawled to her ear and called her “Mom.” The woman collapsed in fear, mentally deranged, and babbled incoherently: “No, go find your father, don’t look for me, don’t look for me.”
The ghost children giggled and didn’t listen. They leaned close to her ear and then bit off her earlobe.
“Ah!” the woman screamed and rolled off the operating table. The entire operating room had only her and the chief surgeon, no anesthesiologist, no nurses, and no other doctors, just the two of them, as if they had anticipated today’s situation.
The smooth floor was flooded with black water, and one after another, ghost children grew out of it.
Those ghost children were hungry and all flocked to her side.
“Mom, I’m so hungry.”
“Mom, I’m hungry.”
They crawled on the ground on all fours, opened their mouths to speak, revealing fine teeth.
There is an animal in nature called the desert dome spider. It has only one chance to reproduce in its lifetime, and it only has a lifespan of one year.
As soon as the mother spider grows ovaries, her body will begin to decompose; when she begins to gestate the baby spiders, her body will decompose even more severely. When the children are born, the mother spider’s organs have long been completely liquefied. And these liquefied organs are the nourishment for the newborn children.
The born children will swarm up, climb onto their mother’s broken body, drill into her abdomen, suck the organ fluid, and devour her flesh and blood.
They use their mother as food, eating her completely.
She now seemed to be that self-sacrificing mother spider.
Black living water rushed towards her from all directions, one by one, ghost children climbed onto her hands, her feet, her belly, and her head. They bit her hair and her arms.
Their teeth were small but very fine and sharp. They swarmed and completely enveloped her.
Her whole body was in pain, and water was still slowly flowing out of the crack in her belly, and babies were crawling out. Her skin was torn and her hair was pulled.
She despaired, screamed, struggled, cried, and cursed, until finally her consciousness blurred. Her body was gnawed clean, but she was not dead yet. Her consciousness slowly emptied, and her eyes stared at Liang Binhai.
This is the birth of life.
She seemed to be sacrificing everything. Sacrificing her body, her soul, and her life to give these trillions of children a new life.
It was too absurd.
The Qin family said she had mental problems and was not in her right mind.
She didn’t think so before, but before she died, she felt as if she was crazy.
Because when she squatted on the ground with disheveled hair and reached out her blood-and-flesh-bitten hand to touch a child’s face, all the resentment and pain in her heart were covered by a strange tenderness.
This is her child.
This is the child she gave birth to.
How great is life.
No poet or artist can praise it with all their lifelong learning.
The existence of human beings is the greatest thing in this world.
Before she died, she was in a daze, and a gentle smile appeared on her face. She closed her eyes, bent down, and hugged a child in her arms. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and her eyebrows were compassionate, like the “angel mother” praised in oil paintings.
Boom!
The black tide submerged the woman, submerging her until she was completely unrecognizable.
Crack, crack, splat, splat, the sound of gnawing and swallowing continued to sound in the operating room.
Liang Binhai stood aside, his expression hidden by a mask, his eyes showing neither grief nor numbness.
“My children ate me, and my death brought them life.”
“But they still love me. My children have no digestive organs and no fixed bodies. They are fluid, so every piece of my flesh and every cell can be reassembled to create a new me.”
“How wonderful life is, life can actually be a cycle.” Hera pulled herself out of her memories and smiled softly.
“My children actually ‘gave birth’ to me again.”
On that bloody and crazy night forty years ago, she knelt on the ground, smiling through her tears, and embraced trillions of lives.
She sacrificed her own body for new life.
In a hell intertwined with red and black, a faint white light emerged from her side.
In the midst of extreme hatred, extreme love, extreme tenderness, and extreme maternal love.
She actually walked out of another path at the gate of life, this ghost gate.
She obtained supreme power and became the “Ghost Mother.”
The trillions of ghost children gave her powerful strength, but this power needed to be shared with Liang Binhai.
“Because they feel that it was Liang Binhai and I who brought ’life’ together.”
Hera smiled sarcastically.
“I couldn’t go anywhere before Liang Binhai died. I could only curl up in every inch of land under his feet.”
“Fortunately, he finally died three years ago. I came back to life in front of his grave.”
Listening to the Ghost Mother’s narration, Ye Sheng thought of the story Liang Qingqing told at the Luohu Mansion.
[“Three years ago, my grandfather passed away.”]
[“It was a cloudy day. On the way back from the cemetery, I always felt sad. My father closed the car door, and I couldn’t help but open the car window and look back. I was startled by what I saw. I saw something black and dense pouring out from the bottom of my grandfather’s tombstone. They were like snakes, like insects, and like water. They condensed into a black ‘human’ shape in front of the tombstone. I screamed and wanted my father to stop the car, but my father was probably also in a low mood and didn’t hear my voice. He quickly drove the car out of the cemetery.”]
No wonder the Ghost Mother had been in Huaicheng for so many years and had not been discovered by the Unnatural Bureau. It turned out that Liang Binhai had been suppressing her with his body, using half of his power to fight against her.
Hera tore the private hospital’s promotional flyer in half and said softly.
“But it’s useless even if Liang Binhai is dead. I told the children that their father is Qin Wenrui and asked them to find him. But the vast majority of stupid children still think that Liang Binhai is their ‘father’. My power has always been only half.”
“I originally wanted to kill Liang Xu and his daughter directly, but then the moderator found me.”
“He said, let’s make a deal.”
“He helped me gain all my power, and in return, I needed to play the protagonist in his story.”
“This story is very interesting. A series of bizarre murders occurred in the city, and everyone was terrified. The deceased had their eyes gouged out and their tongues cut out. In the end, the truth came out. It turned out that the killer was a doctor, and the deceased were all people who deserved to die.”
“‘Urban Nightwalker’, Liang Xu is indeed the most suitable heartless person in the story, but unfortunately, I can’t dig out his heart.”
Hera’s hand gently rested on her chest, touching the beating heart. Her pale golden long hair flowed like water. She curved her eyes and smiled, and malice seeped out of all four of her eyes. She said strangely.
“He and I are one now. After all, children like their parents to be together. When ‘father’ and ‘mother’ are together, they will be obedient.”
Ye Sheng looked at the woman with golden hair and a white dress in the main seat across the long table. He finally understood why the Ghost Mother was an A+ rank heretic.
The Ghost Mother said: “My story is over, are you satisfied?”
The Ghost Mother suddenly smiled, gently picked up a ghost child with both hands, and said: “If you are satisfied, you should give me an answer.”
“Only tragedy can create a classic; only regret can create perfection. Use your love to dye the Urban Nightwalker, the only stain in his life.”
When Ye Sheng sat here, he could clearly feel that the damp, sticky, and cold atmosphere was getting heavier and heavier.
The ground, walls, ceiling, and even the table seemed to be seeping with liquid. He had thought that the number of ghost children in the Qin residence was already alarming, but facing the Ghost Mother and knowing the whole truth, he realized that the thousands of ghost children in the Qin residence were nothing compared to those around the Ghost Mother.
The Ghost Mother told them stories, not afraid of delaying time, because she was waiting for time. She was waiting for the ghost children to infiltrate the entire radio building.
Ye Sheng looked around and said faintly: “If you want us to dig out our hearts, won’t you give us a tool?”
The Ghost Mother looked at them with interest and said: “No need, my children will help you take out your hearts. You two just need to make a choice, who will die for love—” she licked her lips: “—and offer me a heart that is unswerving in love until death.”
Ye Sheng’s hand rested on the table. He raised his cold eyes, and after a long time, his thin lips uttered a word: “Me.”
The Ghost Mother looked at them sinisterly: “Don’t you two need to discuss it?”
Ye Sheng curled his lips coldly: “No need to discuss. The unswerving love you want has always been only mine. He has no feelings for me, it’s just an act.”
The Ghost Mother raised her eyebrows: “Oh?”
Ye Sheng lowered his eyes and stood up: “Let’s go, I’ll go to another place with you, don’t let him see the blood here.”
Ning Weichen had been listening from the side, and when he heard this, he finally couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
His movements were gentle and forceful. His cold hand clasped Ye Sheng’s wrist, and he propped up his chin and raised his head. His peach blossom eyes were full of playful smiles, and he said ambiguously as if chatting with a lover: “Baby, you are getting more and more fluent in lying now.”
Ye Sheng: “…”
Ye Sheng looked at him expressionlessly, his cold eyes full of “don’t cause trouble for me”.
Ning Weichen sighed: “It was you who abandoned your husband and children and turned your back on me. Now you are turning the tables and saying that I have no feelings for you.”
Ning Weichen pulled his hand, pulled Ye Sheng down, stood up and leaned down himself, his thin lips curled up, his eyes lingering, and said softly: “How could I not love you.”
“For you, I am willing to die several times.”