The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

"Silly fox, how could a god die?" Dream God lay flat on the bed, while exhausted Bai Chan lay beside the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

His slender fingers gently stroked the little fox's delicate eyebrows and long eyelashes, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes little by little.

Many foxes fall for scams, but only one is truly naive. Should we praise her for her kindness or mock her foolishness?

Whenever he saw the little fox cast a pitying glance at him, he would chuckle to himself, "You're the one who deserves pity, little fox."

His fingertips lingered on the little fox's lips. Her rosy lips were now slightly pale, and there was a warm breath between her soft lips. Was this the breath of life? He couldn't help but move closer to feel her even breathing.

As if sensing the man's approach, Bai Chan jerked awake. She opened her eyes and met his tender, affectionate gaze, which was very close to hers.

A blush crept onto her fair cheeks, like a wildflower blooming in a corner in early spring, and the man opposite her did the same.

He closed his eyes shyly, then suddenly stood up and fled in panic from Bai Chan's innocent gaze.

"Aren't you in pain?" Bai Chan reached out to help him up.

forget……

With distorted facial features, broken groans, a boneless demeanor, and a breath as faint as a whisper, the Dream God switched performance modes with a single click, portraying an injured rabbit.

Its pitiful appearance even made the cunning fox ascend to the altar and become a bodhisattva.

"This is medicine that Bai Yang brought from the mortal realm. I don't know if it will work on the gods, but it's better than nothing. Lie down, and I'll apply the medicine for you."

"Okay." His voice was soft and weak, making him all the more endearing.

Bai Chan carefully turned him over and gently removed his thin shirt, exposing his frail back to the air, where even the fine downy hairs trembled slightly.

Her clothes hung loosely on her arms, half-concealing her figure. The dream goddess stood tall with her chest out and back bent, gently sweeping her long hair to one side. Then, she turned her head slightly, much like a male prostitute in a forbidden book seducing his lover.

Bai Chan had no interest in admiring him; she only noticed the pain in his back. She leaned forward, afraid that the bloody wound would be exposed to the cold wind, and tapped her fingers lightly on the bottle opening to distribute the powder evenly over the wound.

The moment Bai Chan moved, the man beneath her trembled, his gasps of pain turning into muffled groans from his throat…

What kind of back was that? Thin, fragile, and smooth white porcelain was covered with scars from years of hard work. Bai Chan couldn't help but move closer, her fingertips gently tracing the shapes of those scars.

"Are these all wounds left by the Nightmare Beast?"

"Not entirely, some are burns from lightning."

"Heavenly lightning?"

"It's a long story. Gods cannot leave their divine positions. If they flee without permission, they will be punished by heaven." He stammered and fell silent again, his thick eyelashes fluttering, and the haze in his eyes conveyed an indescribable loneliness. "I've heard that on earth, there is the rising sun, colorful clouds, and a vast ocean with towering white waves."

He turned and looked up, his long eyelashes like a curtain, the haze in his eyes clearing, reflecting the little fox's figure. "And, mandarin ducks in pairs, good lovers in a pair..."

His gaze finally settled on Bai Chan's nose.

The little fox couldn't understand it. It just pursed its lips nervously, trying its best to control its body and prevent itself from escaping.

"I just... I just wanted to go and see... but I can't escape..." A tear rolled down from the corner of her eye, across the tip of her nose, and landed in Bai Chan's trembling palm. "My life is long and endless. What are these bolts of heavenly lightning? Living is my prison."

The world is full of wonders and wonders, with countless kinds of life and countless kinds of freedom. But his kind is one of lifeless boredom, like a fish in a pond or a bird in a cage. Compared to the cage that will keep him living for an endless life, the constraints imposed by his father pale in comparison.

Bai Chan's heart softened again. If only the person in front of her could be free...

"Tsk—" A speechless click came from the window. Jiang Zhiyang had witnessed the entire interaction between the two. "Such a green tea act, Bai Chan can't see through it? Impossible, right?"

If Yu Qingjun hadn't stopped him, Jiang Zhiyang would have jumped through the window, rushed to that green tea b*tch, given him a wide-eyed glare, and poked his nostrils with his middle finger!

"Didn't Bai Chan hate Mangya? Why do they seem so inseparable now?"

"This place looks like an illusion, a memory of Bai Chan and Mang Ya's first meeting."

"So that's how it is. I knew that Mangya was a green tea b*tch, a brothel girl, no good at all, tsk tsk tsk." Jiang Zhiyang rolled his eyes repeatedly, almost fainting from the sight, but still couldn't shake the sticky, nauseating feeling in his heart.

"Alright." Yu Qingjun was amused by Jiang Zhiyang's contorted face, and reached out to pat his head to comfort him. "Look at this."

Two identical bone daggers were placed in front of him. Jiang Zhiyang bent down to examine them closely. "The same?"

"Um."

"Where did you get this?"

"Bai Chan gave it to me."

"So that means Mangya was given to Bai Chan, and later, Bai Chan was given to you?"

"That seems to be the case."

"So what kind of bones are these?" Jiang Zhiyang carefully picked up one of them, his fingertips gently rubbing the edge of the blade.

"It's human bones."

The three cold words came out of Yu Qingjun's mouth.

With a snap, the dagger fell to the ground from Jiang Zhiyang's trembling fingers. He stared wide-eyed in disbelief—his hand! It stank! It was covered in the stench of blood!

"Nightmare beasts enter dreams and seize people's bodies. This bone knife was made by pulling out the spine of a live Nightmare beast, which is why it can absorb the Nightmare beast's power and harm its spirit."

This was information Yu Qingjun obtained from Bai Chan, but before that, she didn't know where the dagger came from.

"But, in this desolate place near the Dream Abyss, where can he find any living people? Did he escape?"

Yu Qingjun remained silent, seemingly lost in thought.

Unlike Yu Qingjun's composure, Jiang Zhiyang became increasingly distraught. "This Mangya is a murderer! He'd disembowel someone alive! Even when dealing with Nightmare Beasts, he'd do something so cruel!"

As he spoke, Jiang Zhiyang felt a throbbing pain in his back. He clung tightly to Yu Qingjun's arm. "Let's leave here as soon as possible. Take Bai Chan with us too. No matter what, this Mangya is definitely not a good place. It's too dangerous!"

Jiang Zhiyang is right. Mangya is two-faced and fraught with danger. But can taking Bai Chan away really change anything?

In this dreamlike world, whether it's Jiang Zhiyang, Yu Qingjun, or anyone else, they are all just insignificant supporting characters. After their performances, they can only be spectators outside the stage.

Nothing can be changed.

Since Meng Shen was injured, Bai Chan has stayed by his side without leaving for a moment, taking meticulous care of him and showing him great concern. Jiang Zhiyang tried several times to send Bai Chan away and persuade her to leave, but all his efforts were in vain.

"But he's injured, let's wait until he recovers."

"If I leave, he will be the only one left in this desolate wasteland."

"I just couldn't bear it."

"I won't stay here forever, but I'll spend as many days as I can with him."

Jiang Zhiyang was furious. Compared to this love-struck fool who couldn't judge people, what did Bai Chan's flirtatious advances amount to? Even flirting with a hundred men was safer than staying with this desolate place!