Liu Anchang saw the Goddess's brows knit tightly, and joy flickered in his heart, but his face showed worry as he called out softly, "Goddess, what's wrong? Are your injuries acting up?"
"What's going on? I…" Pain began to show on the Goddess's face. She clutched her stomach, her complexion deathly pale. "Why does it hurt so much?"
"Goddess, what's happening to you?" Liu Anchang didn't dare be careless. He prudently stood a bit farther away and asked with concern.
"I… I don't know either. Why does my stomach hurt so badly, and…" The Goddess's face grew uglier and uglier. She could no longer sit steadily and slowly slid down toward the floor.
"Goddess?!" Liu Anchang raised his voice and called out in worry, yet he did not move his feet to go forward and help her up.
"Hurry and help me, help me into the innermost Cold Spring Pool…" The Goddess grit her teeth and spoke with effort. "That Snail Spirit's Amulet is truly vicious. I'm afraid I've been hit by it."
