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Real Dreamland: Chapter 22 Trash! Let Me Do It!

"Fang Meifen, I put my daughter's medical expenses on the gambling table. Believe me, I will win it back soon. This time, I will definitely..."

"As long as we can win, we'll be rich. We'll have tons of federal currency that we can't spend anymore. Just this once, just this once, trust me!"

"I will win, I will win, I will definitely win... When I win, I will hire the best doctor for my daughter's mental problems, and you won't have to go to the factory... As long as I win!"

"Fuck! You bitch, don't you trust your man?"

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Almost at the same time the man took action, thick darkness filled the entire room.

Fang Xuemu, holding a blood-stained fruit knife, clenched her teeth and stared at the man with her blood-red eyes as if she wanted to eat him. Her expression became distorted and crazy.

The shadow beneath her feet stretched out dense black lines, carrying a powerful kinetic energy that seemed to be able to penetrate steel and concrete, and rushed towards the man's neck, heart, eyes, mouth and nose. With lightning speed, it turned the man into a human-shaped hornet's nest.

However, the shadows that had torn apart anyone who displeased Fang Xuemu in reality now seemed like real shadows, illusions that did not exist here. They passed through the man, through the door, and extended to the edge of the dream.

The man's movements were not restricted at all. His fists penetrated the shadow that was harder than steel and softer than plasticine. Punch after punch continued to fall on the woman, accompanied by the woman's pleas for mercy and the girl's cries.

Yu Xiu De looked down calmly at the atrocities happening in front of him, and at the same time waved his hand, making the shadows that blocked his vision disappear like fleeting fireworks.

This was Fang Xuemu's first time reliving the past, but it was not the first time Yu Xiude witnessed this scene.

"Don't be so tantrum." Yu Xiude put his hands on Fang Xuemu's shoulders, trying to calm her emotions as she nearly lost control. "These are just dreams, remnants of the past. We're here to get to the root of the problem and solve it, not just vent our emotions."

Fang Xuemu did not answer.

She turned her head suddenly, her chest, which had not much of an arc, heaved violently, her eyes were so red that they seemed to be able to condense blood and tears, and her facial muscles were twisted, turning her originally quirky and cute face into that of an angry beast. She glared at Yu Xiu De with resentment that had not appeared in years.

But under the gaze of Yu Xiu De's lifeless, calm and indifferent eyes, her resentment was gradually replaced by numbness. The shadows surrounding Yu Xiu De gradually faded away, and she no longer tried to attack the man with the shadows. But she did not continue to look at everything in the dream. She just stared at Yu Xiu De, the person in the dream who was as real as her, as if accusing him.

Yu Xiu De didn't care. He had witnessed too many beastly acts in his dreams, which made his heart and will strong and firm, but also made his emotional fluctuations too slight.

A little disgusted, but not much, like a drop of water merging into the ocean

But in order to ensure that Fang Xuemu would not collapse emotionally and to ensure that his psychological treatment could achieve the desired effect, Yu Xiu De still tried hard to make his voice sound obviously filled with anger at seeing injustice, and comforted her: "Your biological father does look like he deserves to be killed."

After saying this, he lifted his hands from Fang Xuemu's shoulders, held her head, adjusted his posture, and semi-forced her gaze back to the scene in her dream.

To treat serious illnesses, strong medicine is needed.

Yu Xiu De has also experienced the life of a psychologist.

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The man threw the bruised woman aside, focused his attention on the little girl who was pulling at his trouser leg and refused to let go, and raised his hand and made a fist as if to smash something.

Seeing this, the woman lying on the ground, while enduring the pain, quickly stood up and rushed towards the man to stop his actions, while muttering incoherently: "She is your daughter..."

Then the woman was punched several more times.

"You're still my fucking wife!"

The voice was full of violence and the behavior was barbaric, but Yu Xiu De, who was standing aside and ignoring everything that was going on, could see that when a man beats a woman, he was very measured.

At least it will definitely not delay the woman from going to work the next day to earn money for his gambling.

"Your biological father seems quite cunning, doesn't he?" Yu Xiude wanted to say this, but his deep emotional intelligence prevented his overly indifferent master from saying this.

Most of the time, Yu Xiu De just doesn't care rather than not understanding.

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After venting his anger, the man looked at the woman who was curled up on the ground with a painful expression and sighed.

Then, he looked with contempt at the little girl who had been kicked aside by him during the conflict and fell to the ground, as if she had been frightened silly.

This loses money!

The medicine bottle rolled to the man's feet. The man bent over and just glanced at the label of the medicine. His already confused brain felt dizzy and his anger rose again.

"It's all your fault! Many of those gambling games were caused by your mom wasting her part-time job money on you. That's why I missed the chance to make a fortune and this family has fallen into this state!"

He opened the bottle, poured the white tablets inside onto the ground, crushed them, and trampled them until they turned into a pool of dirty powder.

"Even raising a dog is better than raising you!"

After saying that, he ignored the woman lying on the ground and the girl kneeling beside her sobbing, walked to the dining table, picked up the chopsticks as a matter of course, and swallowed the rice, vegetables and meat in big mouthfuls.

However, he did not notice that the little girl who was originally very cowardly in his eyes, who could only cry silently and silently use a simple Band-Aid to apply to her mother's wound, stopped sobbing.

She stood up and turned to look at the strong, hateful, despicable, damnable man with his back to her - her biological father.

He lowered his head again and looked at the weak, stupid, pitiful woman lying on the ground with her head buried in the ground - his biological mother.

Then, she walked slowly and silently to the door, in front of the broken mirror, looking at herself with tears still on her face, cowardly, useless, like a broken-winged angel, with a pair of pure white eyes.

"waste."

It was a low voice, as if she was suppressing something. A muffled sound came out of the girl's mouth and was directed to herself in the mirror.

The girl clenched her fists, and a flash of scarlet flashed in the depths of her pure white eyes.

Another soul in this body is stirring! Its cruel and violent will is eager to see the light of day again! It attempts to leave its own mark on this world!

Scum! Idiot! Waste!

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

You are such a waste!

let me!

Real Dreamland: Chapter 23 You are sick and need treatment

"Let's speed up the time and get to the point."

Otherwise the food will get cold... Yu Xiu De was referring to the food in the dream where Fang Xuehan's consciousness overlapped with reality.

His dark eyes were tinged with a deep, vague light, and the surrounding scene began to move rapidly as if the acceleration button was pressed.

The man finished his meal in ten seconds and rushed to the bedroom. The woman, who was lying on the ground, flew to the dining table, quickly cleaned up the mess and then returned to another narrow compartment - this house has one bedroom and one living room, and the compartment on the balcony is another small bedroom that the woman racked her brains to transform, just in case the mother and daughter would have nowhere to go when the man went crazy.

From the afterimages, I saw the woman holding the girl's hand and walking to the bedroom on the balcony. Yu Xiude was still holding her head. Fang Xuemu, whose eyes were focused on the interaction between the three of them, sneered:

"Cowardly waste!"

I don't know if she was scolding a girl or a woman.

When Fang Xuemu, who had remained silent in the dream, spoke for the first time, the dream flowed back to normal. Yu Xiude also released his hands that were pressing on Fang Xuemu's head and stood behind her, like a professional psychologist, silently but patiently waiting for the next words.

Emotions have accumulated, but they still need a channel to be vented. Blind accumulation is more likely to lead to devastating consequences.

In the dark living room, the two stood side by side.

Fang Xuemu seemed to open up all of a sudden, her voice filled with anger and disappointment.

"She's obviously quite pretty, has no shortage of suitors, and her family isn't in a rush to get her married, yet she's deceived by the sweet talk of a lousy man... Stupid woman!"

"She has both hands and feet, and is the sole breadwinner for this family, yet she doesn't dare to leave home with her daughter... a cowardly woman!"

“Mingming…Mingming…Mingming…”

Before Fang Xuemu's anger turned into resentment, Yu Xiude interrupted in time:

"She could have chosen a better daughter."

Yu Xiu De took a step forward, turned around, and looked into Fang Xue Mu's eyes with his dark eyes, as if he could see through everything Fang Xue Mu was thinking. His face was expressionless, as if Fang Xue Mu's sarcastic look at this moment was not worth a second glance, but the voice ringing in Fang Xue Mu's ears sounded unusually gentle.

Fang Xuemu bit her lip and looked at the man in front of her with an indifferent expression.

This familiar yet mysterious brother, who has no blood relationship with him, seems to be able to see through everything and tolerate everything. He is like a nightmare that lingers in everyone's mind and knows the deepest secrets hidden in people's hearts.

Yu Xiu De knew that Fang Xue Mu had always cared about what her mother thought of her.

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At this moment, there was a slight movement on the balcony. The balcony door slowly opened and the little girl, whose temperament had changed greatly from that during the day, walked quietly towards the kitchen.

Unlike during the day, the girl's pupils were red at this time, and there was no cowardly expression on her face. Instead, there was a calmness that was not in line with her age.

She first dug out the medicine bottle from the trash can, shook it, made sure it was empty, and smiled silently.

Then she tiptoed into the kitchen.

Fang Xuemu and Yu Xiude also followed her into the kitchen.

She pulled a fruit knife from the knife rack.

Fang Xuemu and Yu Xiude watched her pull out a fruit knife from the knife rack.

She walked towards the master bedroom.

Fang Xuemu and Yu Xiude followed behind her.

She pried open the door.

Fang Xuemu and Yu Xiude waited for her to pry open the door.

She walked over to the bed where the man was sleeping soundly.

Fang Xuemu and Yu Xiude also walked to the man's bed.

A cruel smile appeared on her face.

A cruel smile also appeared on Fang Xuemu's face.

Her eyes grew increasingly red.

Fang Xuemu's eyes became increasingly red.

She raised the fruit knife in her hand high!

"Sweet dreams, you bastard!"

The sharp fruit knife accurately passed through the gap between the ribs and pierced directly into the heart!

"Uh……"

Feeling intense pain, the man suddenly opened his eyes, but found that he had lost the strength to speak or resist.

The little girl smiled and swirled the fruit knife around, saying in a childish tone:

"I've wanted to do this for a long time... old man..."

"I have to thank you for letting me out... so that I can replace that incompetent loser..."

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"Also enables you to protect your mother."

"Can you recall how you felt at that time?"

He waved his hand, making everything around him disappear like bubbles. In the space where only the two of them were, Yu Xiu De asked Fang Xuemu, who had just stabbed the man's heart with a knife, in a gentle tone.

At this time, Fang Xuemu maintained the posture of holding the knife with both hands, and the fruit knife in her hand disappeared without a trace. The originally comfortable smile on her face also solidified as the scene disappeared.

Fang Xuemu knew that she was still in a ghost state in the dream and could not have any meaningful interaction with the scene, but she still couldn't help but do it.

"……What do you mean?"

After a brief silence, Fang Xuemu asked coldly.

At this moment, she no longer looked like a mischievous sister, nor like a naughty child who deserved a beating, nor a pervert who craved torture. She suddenly had a few more traces of the temperament of a desperado. Her scarlet pupils stared at Yu Xiu De with an expressionless face.

If Yu Xiu De's expressionless face came from the indifference brought about by accumulation; then Fang Xue Mu's expressionless face at this moment came from giving up.

Yu Xiu De touched the most sensitive part of her heart and also brought back the memories she least wanted.

Looking at Fang Xuemu, who had shed all her outer shells and seemed to have returned to the way she was when they first met and the conflict first broke out, Yu Xiu De knew that his "medicine" had begun to take effect.

Just because Fang Xuemu briefly returned to her most original and pure state did not mean that this was Yu Xiude's purpose. What he needed to cure was Fang Xuemu's "heart disease", the "nightmare" that had been entangled in Fang Xuemu's heart from the very beginning.