My Weird Life

Chapter 1146: Life and Death (22)

 “It’s so hot in here…”

“Sister Bao’er, when you came to this cave last night, was it so hot here?”

 “Yes, it’s very hot...”

"Although it's very hot, I don't seem to feel any discomfort... If it's possible, let's rest at the entrance of the cave tonight?"

 There will be a lot of firewood left at night..."

Chai Baoer held a torch, surrounded by his companions, stepped on the broken stones, and led everyone deeper and deeper into the cave.

 The heat wave is rolling here.

I don’t know where such heat comes from, but when ordinary people are exposed to it, they can’t help but feel confused and dizzy under the heat.

If Chua Bao'er goes to the depths of the cave alone this time, he will inevitably become dizzy and have a blurred perception of his various experiences in the cave.

 Fortunately, she went to the cave with a few companions, chatting among themselves, but keeping her thoughts active to prevent her mind from getting too groggy.

Phew! call!

  The torch in Chuan Bao'er's hand seemed to burn more intensely under the influence of the invisible heat.

The flames were flashing, reflecting the surrounding scene.

Clusters of stone veins winding like pythons on the cave walls and in the cracks of the gravel, all originating from the vague stone statue in the deepest part of the cave. These veins, like tree roots, are in the cave. They are densely intertwined, and it is precisely because of their existence that countless stones here have broken apart.

Looking at those mountain root veins, Chubao'er even suspected that the reason why this cave could be connected to the mountain temple outside was precisely because these mountain root veins continued to meander outward, eventually collapsing the adjacent mountain outside. The temple wall of the mountain temple was built to completely connect the two.

What exactly are these mountain root veins that look like pythons or tree roots?

  Will they really march like dragons and snakes?

“Is this the Jinshui River?”

 “It’s really golden water…”

Chai Baoer was thinking to himself when the excited and slightly trembling voices of Sister Qiaoer and Yu Jiaren suddenly sounded in his ears.

She collected her thoughts, raised her eyes and looked forward, and saw the golden stream slowly flowing under the veins of mountain roots. The flame of the torch in her hand swayed, making the golden scales on the stream shine even more.

 “Yes, it’s this creek...”

Chai Baoer subconsciously lowered his voice when he saw the golden stream.

She followed the "golden water stream" and looked towards the end of the cave - a three-foot-tall statue of the **** with a handsome face and majestic figure sat at the end of the cave.

A series of gray-white, stone-like 'tails' grew out from behind 'it'. Those tails covered the area below its waist, only showing its burly and majestic upper body.

 A series of mountain root veins surround it, and these numerous mountain root veins all have it as their source.

I don’t know if it was Chua Baoer’s own illusion—she felt that the cracks all over the body of the statue of the **** today seemed to have been closed a lot, and there was little golden blood flowing out of the cracks around it.

Chubao'er looked at the statue of the **** intently, and several companions gathered around her also looked up at the statue, each holding their breath.

 An inexplicable ‘feeling’ lingers here.

 There are clearly only a few prostitutes here who are living people, but when they are here, they have the feeling that there are other living people here, silently paying attention to their every move.

The third person who is paying attention to himself has clear and unblemished eyes.

"Everyone, please go to the stream and wash yourself..."

 After I soaked in this stream last night, the sores on my body were all healed. "Chuan Bao'er lowered her head, not daring to look at the face of the statue of the god. She suppressed her voice and spoke to her companions in a low voice.

The prostitutes also relaxed their movements and agreed in low voices.

They did not step into the stream in a daze like Chua Baoer did before.

Everyone untied their belts and took off their tattered clothes in unison, revealing a skinny carcass riddled with holes and wounds. This shriveled and thin body had no sense of beauty at all.

After taking off their clothes, the prostitutes lined up and walked into the "Golden Water Stream".

The stream water submerged their calves, waists, necks, and even over their heads. Everyone bathed silently in the stream, and with the help of Chubao'er, climbed up to the shore and put on their clothes again. The Jinshui River flowing between the veins of the mountain roots has obviously shrunk a lot after several prostitutes took a bath.

The stream water that could have been above the heads of several people was now only as deep as Chui Baoer's knees.

Chai Baoer asked his companions who had put on clothes: "How is it?"

 Do you feel better? "

The prostitutes had put on their clothes and were hesitant for a moment after hearing the words.

They pondered for a moment, and Qiaoer was the first to speak up: "I just feel itchy everywhere on my body, from the joints of my bones. I don't know if this is a sign that the disease is getting better?"

 Cui'er, Yu Jiaren, and Sun Dou'er all nodded in agreement when they heard Qiao'er's words - they all had similar feelings.

Chai Baoer blinked his eyes, and his fair face looked particularly charming under the firelight: "I also felt itchy all over my body at that time. Is this supposed to be a sign that the condition is getting better?

 Don't be anxious, even recovery from the disease will take some time.

Didn’t I just fall asleep all night and recover the next day? There’s no rush…”

Her words immediately calmed down the hesitant companions.

 Someone smiled and said, "I feel relieved to hear you say that."

"We took a dip in this Golden Water Stream, and the water in it suddenly decreased a lot. It can be seen that the golden water inside was probably absorbed by our respective bodies. At this moment, without us knowing it, Help us heal our illness!"

"I feel like my body is getting more and more itchy..." Cui'er was talking and laughing with her companions. Suddenly she felt that her body was getting more and more itchy, so she couldn't help but reach out and scratch the skin on her neck, and as soon as she scratched, she pulled off large pieces of dead skin. Skin, tender red skin is revealed under the dead skin!

 When everyone saw the condition on her neck, their eyes immediately became surprised.

The bayberry sores on Cui'er's neck fell off and new skin grew in a short period of time, which proved that their bathing in the golden water stream was indeed effective!

This golden stream can really help them heal their sores!

 “The bayberry sore is gone!”

 “The bayberry sores on my body have also started to fall off!”

 “There’s hope! We’ve got help!”

 The prostitutes felt the changes in themselves, hugged each other, and cried with joy!

Chubao'er was also smiling, patting the backs of the crying sisters gently to help them calm down. While whispering to soothe the sisters, she raised her eyes to look at the statue of the **** sitting cross-legged at the end of the cave: "Surviving a catastrophe will lead to blessings later on. The old saying is indeed true...

We were all driven out of the big hut and were about to die. We were supposed to struggle in this barren mountain for two or three days, and finally died completely in the barren mountain... Who would have thought? We also have this kind of fate. This is because God does not want to cut off our path...

 This is...this is it, this god, gave us this creation..."

“Yes! It was the blood shed from this god’s body that helped us heal the sores on our bodies!

 Let’s kowtow to this immortal grandpa! "

"good!"

 “It’s time to kowtow to this immortal grandfather!”

“After we leave the mountain, we have to find a way to come back and rebuild the temple for the old man and build a golden body again!”

The prostitutes were sobbing, and when someone made the first suggestion, they all turned around and kowtowed to the statue of the **** that was more than three feet high. Chua Bao'er kowtowed to the **** along with her companions. After she kowtowed three times respectfully, she raised her head to look at the face of the statue of the god. At this moment, she suddenly felt an inexplicable throbbing in her heart.

—The statue that was looking down at its feet seemed to have raised its eyelids at this moment!

This statue of a **** is actually alive? !

 Chuan Baoer suddenly had an idea in his heart!

At this moment, a sound of footsteps suddenly sounded far behind me.

　　Step! tread! tread!

The sound of footsteps seemed far away from everyone, but it still weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

Along with the sound of footsteps, a strong cold air rushed into the cave, sweeping away the lingering heat. The cold air hit the backs of the prostitutes, causing a layer of chicken skin to appear all over their bodies. pimple!

Chai Bao'er didn't care to observe the changes in the statue's face, and suddenly turned his head to look back -

Just outside the cave, in the dim mountain temple, a tall figure was stepping into the cave!

 That figure’s outline seemed extremely familiar to Chubao’er!

 “Boss Wang!”

The moment Chubao'er recognized the figure, Sister Cui'er beside her had already screamed in surprise!

 —That tall figure was the leader of the group of thugs who sent them into the mountains!

 (End of this chapter)