In the middle of the darkened room, on the large scarlet bed lay a man in a suit.

The man’s suit was tailored and mysteriously elegant. From the bow tie at his throat to the white gloves at his fingertips, from the white gloves to the brand new leather shoes, everything is immaculate and perfect.

In his white gloves he holds a delicate rose with a few drops of crystal dew on its petals. The man’s eyes are closed and his handsome face is like that of a god. The corners of his thin lips are raised high with a few eerie cuts, as if he is waiting for a wonderful dream date.

Time passed, and after half an hour, the man’s teased lips slowly drew flat as he opened his eyes with an expressionless face.

The evil spirits can no longer enter Jiang Luo’s dream world.

His enemy and lover was not going to wait to be possessed in his dreams. Chi You rose with dark eyes and sat gracefully on the edge of the bed, twirling the rose in his hand.

The rose petals wilted and dried quickly among his slender fingers. The evil spirit stood up lazily, threw the roses on the bed and walked carelessly outside.

The door to the bedroom room was opened by him and the fishy smell hit him, the blood in the corridor slowly trickled down to the evil spirit’s leather shoes.

The evil spirit raised his eyes to see the corridor littered with bodies, the heads and bodies of countless people splitting and piling up on either side of the road, leaving only the middle of the corridor for one person to walk on.

Beneath the bodies and blood was a carpet stained deep black from one massacre after another.

At the end of the corridor, dozens of Chi You family members, with frightened, panicked faces, inspect left and right, and when they see Chi You, their pupils clench and they flee in agony.

“Here we go again here we go again! I’m dreaming about this madman again!”

“I don’t want to be killed by him in my dreams anymore, it’s too painful! Help me, anyone, please wake me up!”

Some people screamed frantically, clutching their heads and falling limply to the ground, their legs trembling with weakness as they fled backwards.

“What’s wrong?” Chi You said in an innocent tone, “Why do you run when you see me?”

He stepped forward.

“Atsu, Atsu, Atsu.”

He smothered a laugh, “Aren’t you all welcome to me?”

The footsteps sounded as if death was approaching, and the evil spirit’s handsome, pale face broke into a widening, and increasingly nervous, grin.

He opened his arms wide and said wistfully amidst the mountain of bodies, “Are you happy that we are meeting again in our dreams?”

Looking at the men, who were scared and trying to struggle but had nowhere to run, the evil spirit closed his eyes in enjoyment and said to himself, “Who made my little mistress not ready to see me tonight.”

“I just had to come and play with you guys.”

Whenever the mood is bad, or when the mood is too good, or sometimes when the mood is not so bad, Chi You will pull the Chi family into the dream.

This dream world has been littered with the bodies of the Chi You family time and time again, this is the Eden where Chi You slaughtered them.

Each member of the Chi family can find more than one limb about themselves among the piles of bodies.

Of course, to make the game even more interesting, Chi You doesn’t make them remember the dream after each time they play the game with Chi You’s family, but only makes them think they had a nightmare. This way, they don’t resist sleep and the next time they fall asleep and are unexpectedly dragged into the dream, the look on their faces when they remember all the nightmares is doubly amusing to Chi You.

Each nightmare is like a cat catching a mouse.

Chi Zhongye is one of the rats.

He would often have nightmares and every time he woke up he would cover his chest and gasp violently, only remembering a sense of celebration at having come back from the dead, but not what he had dreamt about. So usually he didn’t care, but when he was pulled into the dream world again, he almost collapsed when he remembered what he had experienced before.

Chi Zhongye trembled, panic rising from the depths of his eyes as his wife at his side cried out, “Zhongye, what should we do, we’re having nightmares again, you’re the head of the family, do something ……”

“What can I do!” Chi Zhongye shuddered and roared, after which he saw Chi You approaching them.

The villain was impeccably dressed tonight, he looked like he was going to a big party, and if it wasn’t for the piles of corpses at his feet, he would have been enough of a presence for anyone to chase after.

But Chi Zhongye was backwards in fear, his heart beating so hard it was about to explode.

The evil spirit said with pleasurable anticipation, “The game, now begins.”

*

The first thing Jiang Luo did when he woke up was to look down at the Fu Lu on his pillow, and when he saw that seven or eight of them had indeed been burnt, he burst out laughing with joy.

Chi You This was the first time you failed to enter a dream, and you have entered several times since then?

The ginseng doll sleeping next to him, drooling, was awakened by his laughter and opened her eyes in a daze, “Daddy ……”

Jiang Luo stopped laughing for a moment. After getting dressed, he got out of bed and ran a few laps around the courtyard in the early morning before the sun came up.

An hour later, he returned in a thin sweat. After washing up, he went to breakfast all fresh.

The funeral shop owner was also having breakfast and Jiang Luo sat down beside him with his bowl, shivering noodles as he asked, “What do you mean when you say that the Dementor’s Pendant has the power to peer into someone’s soul world once a day?”

“Literally,” the undertaker thought for a moment and said, “have you ever heard that memories of a lifetime flash through a person’s mind before they die? And some memories are so deep that they are remembered in the soul, and what I call the soul world can actually be called the spirit world, or the inner landscape. What we touch most in life, or what we see as most important, will be in the inner scene. Let’s say I’ve been smithing all my life, my inner scene must be full of tools for smithing, and I also love fish, so maybe there’s a steamed fish flying around in my inner scene.”

The funeral shop owner hemmed and hawed, “You shouldn’t find it unbelievable either, the day is like a dream, the dream thing is very metaphysical, this inner scene is similar to the dream.”

Jiang Luo was thoughtful: “I see.”

“As for the method of using it,” the undertaker tapped the side of his bowl with his chopsticks and lowered his voice, “it’s a bit inconvenient; you have to let someone touch your dementor pendant if you want to know what’s in their innerscape.”

This is really not very convenient.

Jiang Luo nodded as he buried his head in his food.

But it’s not that hard.

Jiang Luo’s dip is at ten o’clock, and that’s when the Fatal Man will appear. Jiang Luo is bold, he wants to kill the Fatalist, he needs to know how strong the Fatalist is and what his weaknesses are. Jiang Luo likes to tread the line between life and death and he plans to see what’s inside the Fatalist’s inner sanctum today.

Jiang Luo rubbed his fists together, planning how to get the Fatalist to touch the Dementor’s Pendant. The funeral shop owner was about to ask him whose interior he planned to see today when he suddenly looked straight, “The Heavenly Master.”

Feng Li walks slowly to sit beside them.

Jiang Luo turned back to Feng Li and smiled, “Master.” He then continued to eat with a bemused frown.

The funeral shop owner looked at him several times and really admired Jiang Luo’s acting skills.

Feng Li is also looking at Jiang Luo.

The youth’s hair would slip behind his ears as he bent over, and no matter how many times he hooked the strands behind his ears, a few would always slip unheeded down the side of his face again.

Feng Li looked at it for a moment and frowned, “After you eat, get a pair of scissors and I’ll cut your hair.”

Jiang Luo’s eyes lit up and he turned his head to Feng Li with a smile on his face , “Yes, thank you Master.”