The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

The man struggled, trying to escape from under Bai Chan, but the more he struggled, the more pronounced the muscles in his shoulders and neck became. In the dim candlelight, his fair skin, alluring curves, and a blush of shame crept up his neck to the tips of his ears.

Bai Chan recalled the illustration in the forbidden book, but just as she was about to turn to the next page to see what had happened, her brothers caught her red-handed. Not only did she not get a good look, but she was also punished by having to copy the book a hundred times.

Wine and women can corrupt people, and they can also corrupt foxes. The ears on the top of the head and the tail behind the back can no longer be hidden. They sway gently in the air, instinctively trying to dispel some of the heat.

Unable to resist, the heat emanating from Bai Chan made her press her burning cheek against his trembling muscles; the cool sensation felt so comforting.

Taking advantage of the comfort she received, Bai Chan became even more demanding. She stuck out her burning tongue and moistened his soft, tender skin with her saliva. It felt so warm and soft, so comfortable.

Bai Chan's eyes were unfocused, her gaze falling on his shoulder and neck, where there was also a mole, a small red mole. Her chaotic mind did not allow her to think, and she subconsciously opened her mouth, but just as her sharp canine teeth touched her delicate skin, a precise punch landed on her head.

"No, are you blind? You hit me, and you were right, very accurate." Bai Chan's vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground.

The man easily got up, quickly put on his clothes, tore off the white blindfold, revealing a pair of sharp eyes.

He crouched down and tugged at Bai Chan's tails. "Only two tails, not as good as the previous ones. I thought she was capable, given how bold she is."

His voice was languid and steady, but the blush under his ears wouldn't fade. He solemnly straightened his collar and pulled out a strand of hair to cover his ears.

This punch was the first beating Bai Chan had ever received in her life. It knocked her unconscious, sending her into a deep, unending sleep.

In her dream, her mind was still foggy and her vision was blurry, but she knew that the blindfolded brewer was leading her on a journey to that mysterious underground realm—the Abyss of Dreams.

Bai Chan kept apologizing, repenting for his rudeness and apologizing for his offense, but the winemaker didn't turn around at all. If Bai Chan said too much, he would even raise his fist as a threat.

She walked and walked, walked and walked until Bai Chan's legs ached, her consciousness blurred, and she fell into an emptiness.

A cold wind, carrying a fishy smell, swept in, seeping into Bai Chan's disheveled clothes and irritating her skin.

"Achoo!" A sneeze woke Bai Chan up. She opened her eyes and was greeted by a novel sight.

The sky was like a black curtain covering the parched land, with glittering stars and dazzling aurora borealis, all striving to be lively, so that the sky would not be too dull and oppressive.

Her gaze stretched into the distance, where a warm orange band of light floated on the distant horizon, outlining the undulating mountains. They were mountains, or perhaps rocks, seemingly lifeless, just sitting there quietly, suggesting that there was no way forward.

Not far ahead was a magnificent river, its source and destination unseen. Only the vast expanse of water was visible, with small boats drifting in the hazy mist. Strangely enough, such a water source should be surrounded by fertile fields, yet the entire area was barren. Bai Chan raised his hand, and sand flowed from his fingertips, revealing the area to be completely dry.

Could this be the Abyss of Dreams? Was the journey I was taking in my dream actually a real journey? But where is the blind winemaker? Why is she the only one lying on the ground? And how did she get from the surface to the underground?

Bai Chan tried to think, but the pain reacted quickly, forcing her to empty her mind.

The little fox struggled to its feet, gazing into the distance. It was clear that the only building in the area was along the riverbank; its target was obvious, and it seemed it had no choice but to move forward.

As Bai Chan strolled forward, he admired the scenery. At first, it was novel, but after a few more glances, he grew tired of it. Not to mention that it was far inferior to the human world, it couldn't even compare to the small area of ​​Qiuyeping.

Quiet, boring, irritating, even somewhat oppressive, as if heaven and earth merged, squeezing people into an extremely small size.

As Bai Chan walked, she wasn't paying attention and an old man with a cane walked past her. She wanted to ask him for directions, but the old man was walking very fast and she couldn't catch up with him at all.

A few steps further on, the crowd grew larger and larger: children crawling forward, sprightly young people, old women strolling slowly, and cats, dogs, birds spreading their wings, hopping rabbit spirits, monkey spirits scratching their ears and cheeks, people with human faces and snake tails, people with fish heads and human bodies...

Goosebumps rose on Bai Chan's skin, and she couldn't help but feel a little scared. But the monsters got along with her very naturally, traveling together as if nothing was wrong. On the contrary, Bai Chan's panic was the anomaly. She held her breath and mingled with the crowd as she moved forward.

A tall stone wall blocked their way, or more precisely, it blocked only Bai Chan's way. The people, beasts, and spirits traveling with her passed right through the stone wall in front of Bai Chan. She rubbed her eyes repeatedly to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

Just walk straight ahead and you can get through? Bai Chan was a little scared. After all, her headache hadn't fully healed yet. If she bumped into something and got hurt again, she would really become the dumbest fox in Qiuyeping.

She carefully took two steps back, closed her eyes, and steeled her resolve. Just a second before she collided with the stone wall, the stone door opened!

A gap appeared between the two heavy stone walls, just big enough for her to squeeze through—how lucky! Without thinking, she took a deep breath, tucked in her stomach, and squeezed into the gap.

But the scenery behind the stone gate was even more desolate. There were no carved beams and painted rafters, no delicacies, only a thatched hut with a square table and a cup of coarse tea. It was hardly the scene of brewing the finest wine. Not to mention whether anyone was obsessed with wine, this poor and remote place probably couldn't even brew a sip of turbid wine.

There were quite a few people by the river, but no one made a fuss. They lined up obediently, and the line moved forward very slowly. Since they were already there, there was no reason not to join in the fun. But Bai Chan had no patience to wait in line. She slipped to the front of the line in one swift motion.

"What a beautiful person!"

A tall, slender man stood by the river. His white hair was tied into a long braid and casually disheveled to one side. He had deep-set eyes, a high nose, red lips and white teeth, and a handsome face. A few strands of hair fell between his eyebrows as the river breeze blew by, but he didn't bother to fix them. He was only focused on ferrying people across the river.

How those people got on the ship, why they got on the ship, and where they were drifting to—that doesn't matter anymore. What could be more important than this face? What wine, what obsession, could be more intoxicating than this figure?

Bai Chan smiled infatuatedly, a drop of saliva almost dripping from the corner of her mouth. Her heart was pounding, her blood was boiling. She knew that love had arrived!