The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

"Don't touch me!" The little fox let out an impatient growl from not far away.

Mangya insisted on putting his black cardigan on the little fox, reasoning that the little fox was only wearing a thin dress and its hands were ice-cold. Bai Chan, on the other hand, insisted on throwing the black cardigan away, claiming that it reeked of Mangya's stench.

The two chased each other and played around under the streetlight.

"Aren't these two kids?" Jiang Zhiyang laughed.

Although Bai Chan turns into a frizzy little fox when she meets Mangya, and Mangya turns into a disgusting green tea when she meets Bai Chan, even Jiang Zhiyang can see that there is a hazy net that has trapped two dishonest people.

Half an hour later, the result of the showdown between the fox and the green tea spirit was that the little fox, wearing the black cardigan, sat obediently in the back seat, while Mangya pressed down on her thighs, indicating that one garment was not enough and that he would offer his body to the little fox to keep warm.

Disgusting... Jiang Zhiyang endured it.

"Sit still, we're going down the mountain," Jiang Zhiyang kindly reminded them, while inwardly criticizing the clingy, saccharine couple.

On the way back, Yu Qingjun fell asleep, and although the back seat was noisy, she slept soundly.

Surprisingly, the shattered nightmare did not torment her; like a conscious, vicious dog, it lay quietly on the ground.

Seeing Yu Qingjun like this, Jiang Zhiyang was a little worried. Since experiencing Man Niang's dream, Yu Qingjun had become much weaker than before. She was often sleepy, had no energy, and her memory had also deteriorated. When they met, she was even stunned for a while.

Jiang Zhiyang felt a little guilty, because he was the culprit, the one who had harmed Qingjun... But what could he do? There was nothing he could do. Just like their relationship, it was forever dependent on Yu Qingjun's will, and he had been completely deprived of any initiative.

After safely escorting the three back to the tavern, Jiang Zhiyang also returned to his dormitory early. Ever since Liu Xuyan had a heart-to-heart talk with him last time, Jiang Zhiyang has been going back to his dormitory early so that they wouldn't worry.

The moment I opened the dormitory door, a warm breeze wafted out, carrying a hint of lingering food aroma—the comforting smell of home!

"Let's grab some late-night snacks, friends!" Jiang Zhiyang bought everyone a small cake, and Liu Xuyan also received an extra corn tart that he had been looking forward to.

"Good son, you've learned to be filial." Liu Xuyan, as expected, always reveals his shameless side when he receives something good.

"Are you asking for a beating?"

Liu Xuyan got his wish and received a slap on the buttocks, revealing a smirk.

Jiang Zhiyang slept well that night, sleeping soundly until noon the next day. When he opened his eyes, the dormitory was quiet. It was a rare weekend, and everyone wanted to rest well.

He gently lifted the curtains, and the dazzling sunlight eagerly peeked in from the window. It was a beautiful day. No part-time job, no homework. If he could go to the big lawn with Yu Qingjun to bask in the sun and chat, it would definitely be a very pleasant weekend.

However, her phone went unanswered all day, and Jiang Zhiyang, feeling a little worried, went to wait outside the tavern again.

The tavern is not open during the day; you have to wait until midnight, not even a second earlier. Jiang Zhiyang stared at his phone, counting down with the second hand: five, four, three, two, one, and knocked on the door precisely on time.

The door opened, but no one greeted him at the entrance. Jiang Zhiyang walked smoothly to the main bar, where Bai Chan was sitting behind the counter, chatting with a man he had never seen before.

The strange man took her hand, gently stroking her nails and leaving a kiss on the back of her hand. The owner of the hand watched him with a leisurely air, like a fox eyeing a chicken, his eyes filled with the desire to devour him.

Of course, Jiang Zhiyang admits that there is a preconceived bias in the misinterpretation of the little fox. He has long been aware of Bai Chan's flirtatious nature.

"Bai Chan!" Jiang Zhiyang greeted first.

"Nothing much today, what brings you here?" Bai Chan raised his hand and stared at his fingernails.

"Where's Qingjun? She hasn't answered my calls all day."

"She just fell asleep, so her phone probably ran out of battery. She doesn't understand how to use these modern technologies."

"Then I'll go in and check on her."

"Hey, hey, since you're already here, why don't you help me with some chores?"

"Where is Mangya?" The man who was like a persistent leech was nowhere to be found today.

Upon hearing those two words, her upturned fox-like eyes instantly turned cold. She waved to the man, signaling him to leave.

The man was tactful; he left with a knowing look before turning and walking away.

He's gone.

"Gone?" Jiang Zhiyang didn't understand what "gone" meant.

"He's free, so naturally he can come and go as he pleases." She acted nonchalant, but there was a clear sarcasm in her tone, and perhaps a hint of sadness? Jiang Zhiyang secretly speculated.

Yesterday they were fine, but today they're "coming and going as they please"? For them, is love like a storm? It comes without warning and leaves just as naturally.

"Don't you like him?"

"Like him? Of course I like him, but more than liking him, I want to kill him." There was genuine hatred in Bai Chan's eyes, not just empty words.

She raised her hand, her fingertips sharp, her long nails capable of piercing a prey's neck and causing it to bleed profusely.

Jiang Zhiyang couldn't help but shiver, then gave a fawning smile, "Lord Bai Chan, what are your orders?"

Although Jiang Zhiyang couldn't toss a shaker cup up, let it spin once in the air, and then catch it steadily, mixing drinks was a piece of cake for him, a pillar of a milk tea shop.

"You're quite talented. Why don't you come work for me from now on? I'll pay you 20,000 a month."

"Haha, you're joking, Lord Bai Chan." He laughed awkwardly. Twenty thousand a month was probably more than just a stipend for hard work. He glanced at Bai Chan's nails, which were sharpened to the point of being like blades, and took a deep breath. Twenty thousand probably also included medical expenses, hospitalization reimbursement, and the like.

"Lord Bai Chan, could you tell me more about the Nightmare Beast?"

"Nightmare Beast? Qingjun should have told you about it, right?"

"I haven't said much. Lord Bai Chan is very knowledgeable. Please tell me more."

"Nightmare Beast, Nightmare Beast... Nightmare Beasts can enter the bodies of living beings, but they are afraid of the sun, so they usually only travel at night. When a Nightmare Beast is on its deathbed, it only has one dream left, which is the dream of obsession. The dream of obsession repeats itself every day, damaging its spirit. Even if it understands this and is willing to cross the Bridge of Rebirth, it will not be able to enter the human realm due to insufficient spiritual power. In the next life, it can only be a pig or a dog. If it is a dog to begin with, then in the next life it can only be a flower or a blade of grass."

"I see." Jiang Zhiyang listened carefully. If he were to die one day, he would definitely run across the Bridge of Rebirth. He didn't want to be a pig to be eaten or a vegetable to be cooked in his next life.

"What if the Nightmare Beast simply refuses to be reborn?"

"If you don't want to live, then die. The spirits are weakened day by day and will eventually disappear. However, their existence often causes trouble, such as being mentally unstable or aggressive. So before they disappear, they are captured and thrown into the Abyss of Dreams to forcibly dissipate their spiritual power."

"Even if you haven't done anything wrong, will you still be destroyed?"

"The order of the world cannot be broken by doing evil or not doing evil. Only through the cycle of yin and yang, and the connection between life and death, can there be a balance."

Balance, what a profound word, what a cold word. Indeed, the way of heaven is ruthless, just like the law of the jungle, the survival of the fittest. Is this the way of heaven?

I don't know, but it's just fate that he didn't get paid for working for Bai Chan. In the end, Jiang Zhiyang didn't even get to see Yu Qingjun, and he worked all night for nothing...