freenovelworld Chapter 113 I Want to Be a Good Dad (60)
Chapter 113 I Want to Be a Good Dad (60)
The infant spirit opened its eyes, and all around was darkness.
So this world is actually a wasteland?
It felt resentment once again—why, why was it brought to such a world?
It instinctively tried to struggle, but instead fell into a warm embrace.
"It's okay, baby."
It was the female voice that had just called it.
"My baby is the smartest baby in the world."
"Take a rest, are you very tired today?"
The infant spirit reached out its tiny hands to hug its owner, feeling warm and comfortable, and even though it was pitch black all around, it still felt safe.
"Mother……"
It spoke again, and some salty, fishy liquid fell into its mouth.
It licked its lips, finding it wondrous.
It didn't know what tears were, but after tasting them, blood tears fell down in a steady stream.
But this time, unlike any of the previous times it felt resentful, it only felt wronged.
—Why did you take so long to come? I thought you didn't want me anymore.
—I thought you had lost me, I thought no one loved me.
……
It lacks the capacity for thought, yet its cries express its grievances.
Before anyone knew it, Hu Sanli, Yue Xiaoban, and Fu Zichu had arrived at the cave and were standing right behind Jingli.
After the aid workers met Qianyu at the fork in the road, they explained the situation to Qiongyu and the others. Qiongyu thought for a moment and then asked Hu Sanli to bring Yue Xiaoban to provide support.
Fu Zichu followed, but the small light on his chest became extremely unstable at a certain moment, making it impossible for him to see Jingli. He was really worried.
The production crew has returned to the cave entrance and is broadcasting the rescue live. The women's rescue efforts are proceeding smoothly and are nearing completion. Buddhist masters are also on their way.
Inside the cave, Fu Zichu took a small step into the scene, hoping that the faint light from his chest could give him some strength.
Jingli's physical strength was nearing its limit, so he used another stamina recovery card to collect the brocade pouch.
Just then, Fu Zichu seemed to see something—
The infant spirit cried itself out and drifted off to sleep.
In my dream, it lay in a soft place—unlike its companion's body, this place was soft, dry, smooth, and fragrant.
It reached out and saw its own chubby little hand.
In its dream, it was extremely curious about everything and didn't realize that the "hand" was part of itself. It opened its mouth and put its little hand into its mouth.
"No."
A gentle female voice rang out again, and with the sound, a long-haired person appeared in front of it.
The person had long hair that cascaded down like a waterfall, and a pair of beautiful red eyes that sparkled with a gentle light.
If Lu Mingguang were also in a dream, he would probably squint and click his tongue. If it were 6058, his chin would probably touch the ground—this woman… is actually 6058 in drag!
The woman picked up the infant spirit and gently rocked it.
"What should I teach you today?" she murmured, somewhat troubled. "Hmm, well, natural language processing!"
The infant spirit stared wide-eyed at the woman's lips moving, its tiny head unable to comprehend what she was saying.
"Hmm—" The woman met his round eyes. "You don't understand? Actually, I didn't quite understand either. Let's change it. I'll tell you a story!"
The woman carried the infant spirit to the window. Outside was a small courtyard, and on the left side of the courtyard was a small stone stove.
"A long, long time ago, there lived a little boy in this castle..."
As she narrated, the scene before my eyes changed somewhat.
Fu Zichu was surprised to see himself.
He was young when he was brought to the island.
But unlike what he remembered, he was dressed like a pampered little prince in the picture, and the villa was no longer a villa, but a huge castle.
Here, he wasn't alone; there was another little boy, pink and white, with chubby cheeks and white hair. Perhaps because he was sick, his eyes were a different shade of pink.
He held a man in each hand, using their hands for support as he swung back and forth like a swing.
He spotted Fu Zichu and came up to him.
"I've come to find you. Can we be friends?"
"Let me introduce you, this is my daddy and mommy."
Fu Zichu looked up, but couldn't make out the faces of the two people.
"I'll take you to play!"
The white-haired little boy stretched out his chubby little hand and ran off with Fu Zichu in his arms.
They ran all the way past the amusement park—which had changed its name and was no longer "Island of Life Amusement Park," but "Gift of the First Child Amusement Park."
The amusement park wasn't dilapidated or deserted at all; it was filled with laughter and joy. Some people were holding ice cream, some were carrying drinks, and some were looking at maps, deciding which ride to go on first.
At the seaside water park, people screamed as they slid down the long slide with their arms wrapped around their shoulders, splashing cool water. As soon as they got back on their feet, they excitedly climbed back onto the shore.
"I want to play again!"
Then, as if by magic, the sky darkened, and the two little people boarded the Ferris wheel.
"Happy birthday!"
The white-haired little man snapped his fingers, and things changed outside the Ferris wheel. Fireworks burst into bloom, and the buildings lit up like giant candles.
"Make a wish!"
The white-haired little man had somehow acquired a cake in his hand, and the candlelight reflected in Fu Zichu's eyes.
"call--"
The candle was blown out, and Fu Zichu closed his eyes.
—I want to stay with Jingli forever.
The image faded, and the infant spirit stretched out its hands, making "ah ah" sounds.
It is asking, is this the outside world?
The woman said gently, "Yes, this is my world, and it is your world too."
Fu Zichu's figure disappeared from here, but it could still see the woman holding the infant spirit.
"Sleep for a while, baby. When you wake up, you can go outside."
The infant spirit asked, "Will you be with me then?"
The woman nodded: "Yes, your mom and dad will be with you."
I can too.
Jingli, who was manipulating the woman, silently thought to herself.
The gods of this world also do so.
Fu Zichu could also hear these two heartfelt words.
"Gods..." He watched the woman put the infant spirit back into the crib and smiled. "There are no gods here."
He gazed at the "woman," whose appearance in Fu Zichu's eyes was already that of Jingli.
"Little Fish, you are the true god."
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"Yun Chuan, come here!"
Seeing that the resentment of the infant spirit was temporarily suppressed, Bai Duo took out two blank talismans and tossed them into the air. The two talismans stood upright in mid-air. He took out the brush and began to write something on them.
It was clearly a brush that hadn't been dipped in ink, yet it emitted a golden light when Bai Duo picked it up, and vermilion runes appeared on the talisman paper.
Yun Chuan quickly removed the protective array, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and darted down to the body of the infant spirit floating in mid-air.
The infant spirit was now a normal size and was sleeping peacefully in the "brocade pouch" wrapped in the scene.
The brocade pouch cannot be fully seen with the naked eye; the infant spirit's body appears to be floating in mid-air.
Under the influence of the Dream Card, the infant spirit fell into a sweet dream, anticipating the world after waking up. Although its resentment remained, it was stabilizing. Yun Chuan didn't waste too much time drawing the array and said to Bai Duo:
"Okay."
Bai Duo made a gesture, and two talismans flew towards the infant spirit.
"Now, shall I take you outside?"
In the dream, the "woman" who appeared in the scene whispered to the infant spirit.
The two talismans slowly approached the infant spirit, like a pair of arms gently embracing it.
The infant spirit fell into two pieces of talisman paper from the brocade pouch in the scene, and there was no danger.
Having accomplished all this, Jingli then retrieved the brocade pouch she had conjured from energy.
He let out a long sigh, only to feel his vision go black.
"Little fish."
Behind them, Fu Zichu's voice came, and he gently put his arm around Jingli's shoulder, pulling her into his embrace.
"Thank you."