The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

In the thick white fog, the stone path seemed endless. Jiang Zhiyang walked forward step by step, but the fog grew thicker and thicker as he went. At this point, he could not see his hand in front of his face.

"Young master, will you stay and spend the night with me?" A red veil carrying a seductive fragrance gently brushed past Jiang Zhiyang's face. A beautiful woman dressed as a dancer emerged from the white mist. She swayed her graceful waist and breathed into his ear several times. Jiang Zhiyang lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the moss-covered stone path under his feet, his breath almost stopping.

"Young man, please help me, I beg you." Another old woman appeared on the roadside, falling to the ground. Her two frail hands frantically waved, trying to grab Jiang Zhiyang's feet. He had no choice but to close his eyes and quicken his pace.

"Hey buddy, did you drop this wallet?"

"No! Don't go! Don't leave me!"

"My lord, my lord, please do justice for us!"

"Not enough, not enough! Give it to me, give it all to me!"

"I only love you, brother. I'll only love you for the rest of my life!"

Needless to say, Jiang Zhiyang knew those were all demons and monsters, but the last sentence sounded particularly familiar. He couldn't help but turn around, but he didn't see anyone.

As Jiang Zhiyang walked further, he felt as if he had kicked something. He bent down to look for it, but was pushed by something, lost his balance, and fell headfirst into the pool.

His hands and legs were wet. He raised his hand—it was blood! Bright red blood! But the blood didn't smell very strong. He lowered his head and sniffed it. Was it wine? Red wine?

He reached out again and touched something that felt like a human body. Could it be a corpse? He held his breath and moved closer, and Yu Qingjun's face appeared before him.

Very good!

"Qingjun! Yu Qingjun! Lord Qingjun!"

No matter how Jiang Zhiyang called out to her, she showed no signs of waking up. For some reason, Jiang Zhiyang instinctively reached out with trembling fingers to check her breath.

Phew—thank goodness, she's still alive. As Jiang Zhiyang got closer, he noticed a dog curled up on her stomach. Wait, why does a dog have so many tails? He then realized it wasn't a dog, it was a fox, Bai Chan.

Just as Jiang Zhiyang was about to help Yu Qingjun up, a wave of intoxication, which he didn't know where it came from, hit his consciousness. Soon, as if he had just raised his hand, his consciousness completely blurred, and like a machine that had been unplugged, he instantly collapsed into the pool.

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"Congratulations! Our Ninth Princess has finally cultivated a second tail! In the near future, she will surely achieve great things and become a pillar of our fox clan!"

"Father, may I go to the human world to gain experience?"

"Hahaha, it's still early."

"Princess Jiu is unaware that the human world is not only inhabited by humans. Various creatures mingle in it, and it is fraught with danger. In recent years, our fox clan's tails have been targeted by evil people, and many young foxes who went out to train have suffered. Therefore, the king decreed that the foxes of Qiuyeping must cultivate nine tails before they can go to the human world."

"But I finally managed to cultivate a second tail. When will I be able to cultivate a nine-tailed fox?"

"Exactly! What's there to be afraid of? If we foxes join forces, we'll surely defeat those who covet our possessions, making them run away at the mere sight of a fox!"

"Excellent! The younger generation of our fox clan are all valiant. Enough said, today we celebrate only for Jiu'er. Let's raise a glass!"

"good!"

"Tsk tsk, only managed to cultivate a second tail at three hundred years old, mediocre talent, what's there to celebrate?"

"So what? The Ninth Princess has been working hard for a while now, and she'll surpass you soon!"

"cut."

The surroundings were bustling with noise, singing and dancing, clinking glasses, and constant chatter. Jiang Zhiyang vaguely felt that he was sitting on a soft cushion, with his upper body leaning on the table. The air was filled with a faint scent of wood mixed with the sweet smell of wine.

Jiang Zhiyang opened his eyes and saw his hands. He gently grasped his palms, and his sleepy eyes finally focused on the lines on his palms. He was still alive.

He clenched his fist, and the person beside him came into view—it was Yu Qingjun! She must have been drunk; her eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes were flushed, and she was breathing evenly.

But why does Lady Qingjun also have two furry ears? Looking closer, her current attire is also quite different.

Her straight hair became curly, long, and reached her waist. Some red hairs were mixed in with the black hair, which was carefully braided and decorated with intricate gemstones, making her look elegant and noble.

Her eyelashes were also slightly red, which, combined with her red lipstick, made her look even more radiant. Jiang Zhiyang seemed to have never seen Yu Qingjun dressed so beautifully before. In the past, she was always aloof, like the wind in the bamboo forest.

This sitting posture made Jiang Zhiyang's back ache. He struggled to get up and thus stumbled into a grand and magnificent banquet scene.

The young girl was dressed in gorgeous clothes, and the young boy was dressed in handsome attire. Every smile and gesture, every song and dance, was accompanied by two groups of musicians playing pipa, yaoqin, chime bells, xiao, flute, xun, sheng, and drums. A magnificent melody filled the air, and the golden palace, with its carved beams and painted rafters, green tiles and red eaves, seemed to reflect a dazzling brilliance in every stitch of the brocade-woven fabric...

To one side of the main seat sat a little fox—it was Bai Chan! Unlike the Bai Chan we usually saw, this one looked much younger, dressed in a magnificent crown and fine clothes, with graceful manners. The whole fox exuded an innocent and pure temperament.

Based on past experience, this must be a dream, but this time there's no Dream Record, and they didn't board a boat from the riverbank. How did they get here? Jiang Zhiyang rubbed his forehead, urgently reviewing the situation, but to no avail.

Halfway through the banquet, Bai Chan got up to take her leave. Seeing that she was about to leave, Jiang Zhiyang quickly shook Yu Qingjun awake, took her hand, and followed her.

"Hakuzen!"

The little fox stopped, slowly turned around, and revealed a dignified smile. "Bai Yang, Bai Tao, it's you two. What's wrong?"

Bai Yang? Bai Tao? Jiang Zhiyang was confused and stammered, unable to speak for a moment.

"Oh, by the way, I heard you're getting married soon. I haven't had a chance to visit your home to offer my congratulations yet. Please accept this gift as a wedding present."

Two maids behind Bai Chan stepped forward and brought out an exquisite box. When the box was opened, there were two pearls the size of eyeballs! Each one was round and full, covered with a layer of golden luster. As soon as Jiang Zhiyang got close, the surface of the pearls clearly reflected his surprised and joyful face.

The box finally landed in Jiang Zhiyang's palm. His eyes were still wide open, his gaze fixed on the pearl, and he didn't even notice that Bai Chan had left.

Jiang Zhiyang turned his head, trying to share his surprise with Qingjun, but met a pair of bewildered eyes. In those eyes, Jiang Zhiyang was like a complete stranger, but she did not resist and let Jiang Zhiyang hold her hand.

Could this be Bai Chan's dream? But Bai Chan isn't a nightmare beast, is she? Is Bai Chan a fox, or a fox god? A dream god? Jiang Zhiyang felt another wave of regret. He should have taken the initiative to find out more; now he wouldn't be in such a passive position.

He turned his head and kissed Yu Qingjun's lips gently and softly, but his eyes held even more doubt...