Nezha stood on the bank of the East China Sea, with waves surging behind him, lightning and thunder in the sky, and the entire coast was covered in scarlet. Nezha looked up and saw thousands of people standing there in the distance. His mother kept crying, shouting Nezha to come back quickly. His father half-hugged his mother, shaking his head at himself and shouting Nezha.
In front of Nezha lay a dragon, its belly disemboweled, skinned and cramped.
"Give it back to you..."
As my father yelled "No"
Nezha stabbed his own chest with a sword, then pulled out the sword and cut off his flesh and blood one by one. The flesh and blood were blurred, but he kept talking.
"Give it back to you... Give it all back to you..."
"I'll give it all back to you... Come back... You should come back..."
Then with a shout, Nezha used his left hand to pull out his ribs one by one.
As the last rib was pulled out, Nezha shouted, "Come back..."
I gave it all back to you
At the moment when he finally fell into the sea, Nezha thought to himself that peeling skin and cramps must be so painful.