The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

Red bricks and green tiles, five rooms and nine bays, lanterns hanging high, red silk fluttering in the sky, just as the barren soil of the dead zone has also been transformed into carved railings and jade buildings.

A round fan veiled her face, and her embroidered wedding gown bound her body, yet neither could suppress the little fox's playful nature. She lowered her head slightly and whispered, "When was such a magnificent palace built in Linmengyuan?"

"I am a deity, so naturally I can transform using spiritual power."

"Then why did you leave it so run-down before? Why didn't you make it a more comfortable place for yourself?" She raised her eyes and stared at the handsome man.

"I was all alone then, there was no need." Mangya bowed slightly and helped Bai Chan step over the saddle.

"Clearly trying to win my pity." Bai Chan pouted, her attention focused on the heavy phoenix crown on her head and the intricate skirt at her feet.

"Yes, yes, yes, to win my wife's favor."

"Who is your wife?"

With the wedding hall in front, the two walked slowly hand in hand. The little fox looked around curiously, but dared not be impolite, constantly turning its eyes. However, everything in front of it was behind the red silk fan in its hand. The sky was red, the ground was red, the houses were red, and the guests were red.

"Whoever holds my hand is naturally my wife." Mangya tilted her head slightly, her face beaming with smiles, her eyes like two crescent moons, captivating the heartstrings of the moon-gazing guest.

With a slight pout, the mischievous little fox was about to let go, but the man's slender fingers gripped her even tighter, rendering her immobile. A blush of embarrassment spread from her neck to the tips of her ears. It was Bai Chan, and also Mangya.

With firecrackers crackling and congratulations flowing incessantly, amidst the clamor, the bride and groom bowed three times to heaven and earth, happily tying the knot.

"Don't you think these people look familiar?" Yu Qingjun and Jiang Zhiyang mingled among the guests, but felt no joy at all.

"Familiar?" Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhiyang also began to seriously examine the guests present. "I have no relatives in Mangya, so the guests here are probably all foxes from Qiuyeping, right?"

"Have you seen Bai Feng? Or any of Bai Chan's other relatives?"

Jiang Zhiyang quickly scanned the room, his eyes growing increasingly panicked. Among the guests, there were not only no close relatives of Bai Chan, but also not a trace of a fox. There were no fox ears, no fox tails, not a single fox at all!

He listened attentively. The banquet was filled with guests, but the topics they discussed were all sorts of strange things.

"In my opinion, this canal shouldn't have been built at all. It's just benefiting the enemy. Once they become powerful, will they remember our kindness?"

"Where is my mother? Where has my mother gone?"

"Why aren't these seeds growing after they've fallen to the ground? Manager Li must have sold us fakes!"

"I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry."

"I must have been poisoned! Did you poison me? Did you poison me?!"

"It's getting cold; if we don't take him in, he'll definitely freeze to death."

……

A chill ran from his feet to the top of his head, and Jiang Zhiyang froze. What were they all talking about? Their words were incoherent and illogical. Were they really wedding guests? It seemed like no one cared about the wedding at all.

"Zhiyang, I have a bad feeling." Yu Qingjun gripped his hand tighter. "I feel like these faces are familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen them before. The aura is so familiar, like the remnants of a Nightmare Beast..."

Unsteady on his feet, Jiang Zhiyang's legs went weak, and he lost his balance, colliding with a scholar behind him.

"Feel sorry."

The man turned around, smiled and bowed to Jiang Zhiyang, then turned back to chat enthusiastically with a thinner-looking scholar beside him.

That face...it looks so familiar. Where have I seen it before? Various faces flashed through Jiang Zhiyang's mind. No, no, it's that one! The painting Xiao Chengyu drew! His younger brother! He is Xiao Chengyang!

His eyes, glazed with fear, fell blankly back onto Yu Qingjun's tense face, and his reason crumbled.

The green-tiled roofs and red eaves seemed deserted, utterly silent. Only the silently standing houses and the two newlyweds, immersed in joy, remained.

This is a black-and-white silent play, a shadow puppet show without an audience, and behind the dim light stands a person, secretly manipulating everything.

……

Inside the bridal chamber, the red candles cast a warm glow, and the red veil over Bai Chan's head was lifted by Mangya, revealing her to his tender gaze.

The eyes of a lover are different from the earnest expectations of a father, and different from the pampered love of a brother. They are like a pool of autumn water, filled with sweetness and affection, with an unconsciously upturned smile and an uncontrollable, disordered heartbeat.

Mangya removed his shirt, revealing a lean, muscular physique. He moved slowly, using both hands and feet, like a crawling beast. With each movement, the muscles in his chest bulged and stretched, while the shoulder blades on his back jiggled repeatedly.

The unfamiliar body drew Bai Chan's attention. She looked at it curiously, but when she met those staring eyes, she shyly looked away.

In Bai Chan's lowered gaze, Mangya's slender fingers traced her calf, causing her to instinctively flinch. Before she could react, another hand had already touched her lower back.

She looked up in a panic, but the man's eyes were already unfocused, like a wisp of mist, hazy and indistinct, or like a jar of fine wine, intoxicating and captivating.

He drew closer, closer still, his high, straight nose brushing against Bai Chan's burning cheeks, taking a light sniff, his warm breath spraying down from her ears to her neck and then to her collarbone.

Her heart raced, disrupting Bai Chan's breathing. She nervously opened her mouth to let air into her feverish body. The world was quiet; all she could hear was the rustling of skin against skin, and she could even hear the other person swallowing.

"Do you remember me saying that gods are born from desires?"

"Um."

"Then guess why I was born?"

Bai Chan's spirit had long since dissipated; her gaze fell listlessly on Mangya's ears, which were red and bleeding. "Just a beautiful dream?"

He rested his head on Bai Chan's shoulder and said softly, "That's right. Let the terminally ill dream of a strong and powerful body, let the frustrated dream of a bright future, let the poor dream of wealth, and let the widower dream of many wives and concubines."

He raised his head, filling Bai Chan's entire field of vision. "Therefore, I am the god of desire. Greed, lust, and selfishness are my true nature."

Those vile words, tainted by the allure of passion in his innocent gaze, were now uttered. He lowered his head, unbuttoning Bai Chan's already disheveled clothes, and then buried his face deep within him. As if disgusted by his own depravity, he demanded that Bai Chan accept him completely—accept his body, accept his intrusion, accept his everything…

He stroked Bai Chan's small hand, kneading her tense knuckles, and then placed it on his waist, where there were extremely well-defined muscles.

The strange sensation made Bai Chan unable to resist any longer. Her fox ears and tail popped out at the same time, and her furry ears stood up with excitement. She closed her eyes in embarrassment, but then heard a soft laugh.