Poisonous Goddess: I'm just lazing around in the mortal realm.

The dark, damp cell was filled with horrific screams.

The little girl, dressed in plain clothes, struggled to drag the shackles on her feet, step by step, back into her cold iron cage.

The girl staggered, having lost the ability to recognize objects, and collapsed onto the sticky pile of straw.

The soft moonlight fell, and the shocking bloodstains on the plain white skirt had long since dried.

She struggled to sit up from the haystack, lifted her dress, and leaned against the wall in a slightly more comfortable position. As she moved, she inadvertently revealed her legs, which were already covered with scars.

She listened carefully to the sound of the guard locking the iron cage. After the guard left, she shifted her body and began to feel around on the wall.

Soon, she touched those familiar engravings.

The girl reached her right hand into the depths of the damp haystack, retrieved the sharp stone she had hidden for so long, and carved another mark on the wall.

With her eyes gouged out and devoid of divine power, she could only rely on her hands to grope her way through the hard walls, leaving marks to record the days she was imprisoned.

After she finished carving the mark, she leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, her pale face faintly flushed.

Since losing her sight, she has become more sensitive to subtle changes around her. She vaguely felt a throbbing pain in her legs, the whip marks left on them during her recent torture.

She gritted her teeth and tore a strip of cloth from her skirt, carefully wrapping it around the wound to stop the bleeding.

Having lost her divine powers, her body was naturally no different from that of an ordinary person.

Where should we throw it?

The guard's voice, so close at hand, startled the little girl in the cage.

"Just put it in the little blind boy's cage, since the little blind boy can't see anyway."

As soon as she finished speaking, the little girl felt the iron gate in front of her being opened.

Before she could react, the guards grabbed her and threw her into her iron cage like a rag doll before locking the iron gate again.

The girl sensed that the person who had been thrown in was breathing very shallowly, perhaps seriously injured.

She intended to sit in the corner and ignore him, but unexpectedly, the man struggled to sit up.

"who are you?"

Although the man's voice was somewhat deep, the little girl felt that he was probably not very old.

She pursed her lips, not wanting to acknowledge the person, and shrank further into the corner. Without divine protection, even a passing rat could bully her in this dungeon.

Although she was still young, the countless days and nights she had been locked up here had already taught her that less talk means more life.

The boy leaning against the wall was at his last gasp. Before he could even speak, his vision went black and he fainted again.

"Well--"

A muffled groan

The girl felt something at her feet. She carefully reached out and touched a large hand that was still a little warm!

She instinctively shrank back, but upon closer inspection, she realized it might be the person who had just been thrown in.

Thinking of this, the girl mustered her courage and began to grope forward along the large hand.

Soon, she touched the man's burning forehead. Her heart sank, and without thinking, she quickly crawled to the iron gate and began to shout.

"Help! Help! He's sick!"

The little girl's voice stood out amidst the shouts.

Despite her loud cries, no guards came to her aid.

That's true. When these people were captured and thrown into the dungeon, they were no longer considered alive.

The girl realized this too, and had no choice but to shut her mouth.

She crawled back to the familiar corner, wanting to stop caring about the person on the ground.

She leaned against the corner, the damp haystack seeming to be the only place she could feel comfortable. Soon, she fell into a deep sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, the girl had a nightmare. In her hazy state, she felt someone grabbing her feet.

She shuddered in fright and instantly came to her senses.

The girl followed her ankle and found that it was the same person lying on the ground who had woken up and grabbed her at some point.

She sighed deeply; in the end, this person's life was not meant to end.

The girl took out two pills from her pocket. These were the life-saving medicines her mother had left her before she was arrested!

Even when her eyes were gouged out while she was still alive, she couldn't bear to eat a single one.

She carefully put one of the stones back into her bosom, then struggled to turn over and crawl to the person's side.

The girl's hand groped across the man's face, and through the sensation in her hand, she suddenly realized that the person lying unconscious on the ground was actually a boy.

As the light brushed against his cheek, the girl could tell that the boy was probably quite handsome!

Just as the girl was immersed in her own world, the boy suddenly coughed a few times and slowly woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the girl putting the dark pill in her mouth.

"what are you doing?"

He was so frightened that he sat up abruptly and shoved the little girl away.

The little girl naturally wouldn't indulge him. She thought to herself that she had finally gone to great lengths to share her life-saving medicine with him, but she never expected that the boy would push her away.

Fine, let him die here!

Thinking of this, she angrily crawled back to her corner and decided to ignore the boy altogether.

The boy, still running a fever, stared at the little girl whose eyes were wrapped in bandages. As if he had suddenly understood something, he slowly stood up and walked to the little girl's side.

"Were you just saving me?"

"..."

The little girl wanted to roll her eyes at the boy, but unfortunately, she didn't have any eyeballs at the moment.

She didn't want to answer the boy's question, so she simply turned around and faced the wall.

Her little hands fiddled with the wall, touching the hundreds of marks she had left on it, the dense marks already firmly memorized in her mind.

Ever since she was arrested, someone would take her out of the cell every three days to punish her.

After each punishment, the girl would leave a mark on the wall.

Every time she survived a punishment, she would make a vow.

If she manages to escape one day, she will definitely return all those hundreds of marks carved on the wall to the person who captured her!

Thinking about this, the little girl became even angrier, and even kept scratching at the wall with her hands.

Seeing that the little girl had her back to him, the boy slowly squatted down and knelt on the haystack.

"I didn't know you were saving me. Could you give me the medicine I just had?"

He followed the girl's body and saw that the wall was covered with dense carvings, which startled him.

"Did you carve this?"

The boy lowered his voice, afraid that the guards patrolling outside the cage would hear him.

Hearing the sound, the girl paused in her actions, turned her head fiercely, as if trying to see through him through her eyes wrapped in white cloth.

She still did not answer the boy's question.