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“Did I create this? Hahaha, Daoist, you think too highly of me. I'm just a shopkeeper in the Dream Hall. My duty is to continuously recruit newcomers into the Dream Hall, so that the powerful master can grant me the power of immortality,” Old Ghost laughed heartily.
From Old Ghost's words, I realized that he was merely a boss of an inn, while the creator of the entire dream space must possess immense power! Moreover, it was evident that there were more than just Old Ghost in this dream realm; the other shop owners were likely also Old Ghosts.
I recalled that at least the owner of that brothel was definitely a person. After I snapped her neck, the entire brothel collapsed, and the prostitutes inside, who looked just like celebrities, turned to ash! It seemed that dying in that place had significant consequences.
And the blood points were likely the key to maintaining their lives!
I was somewhat confused as I looked at Old Ghost. “This village caught fire, and there are other rumors. It seems you are behind all this. You hypnotized everyone in the village and led them into that depraved world of dreams, right?”
“Depraved? Hahaha! Brother, it seems you still don't understand the joys of life! There, you can eat for free, drink for free; there are no constraints of time or pressures of survival. You can indulge with various women, have affairs, take concubines, gamble... what else could you possibly be dissatisfied with?” Old Ghost glared at me, growing angrier by the moment until he shouted, “You destroyed my physical form and escaped from that dream space. I will surely be punished by my master for this. Damn it, you... are dead meat!”
Old Ghost lunged toward the police car.
Seeing this, I realized there was no way to avoid it; I had to fight back. I jumped out of the police car and grabbed my Peach Wood Sword, stabbing it toward Old Ghost.
Old Ghost's body was enormous; I expected it to be terrifying.
However, when I stabbed his thigh with my sword, Old Ghost let out a loud cry of pain.
Seizing the opportunity, I splashed Black Dog Blood onto him.
Old Ghost's body began to emit white smoke as he screamed in agony. Then with a loud bang, he transformed into a cloud of black smoke and dissipated!
I was stunned; I never expected that this seemingly formidable Old Ghost would be so fragile—much weaker than an average Vengeful Spirit! Even Vengeful Spirits at Wang Shao's level could easily overpower him.
Indeed, one should not judge a ghost by its appearance.
“Wow, you're impressive!” Long Nan sighed in relief.
Qin Hai was drooling, his eyes constantly glancing at Long Nan. At that moment, she was wearing a hospital gown that had wrinkled up and revealed large patches of skin as she focused on me without realizing her own state.
I got back into the police car and tapped Qin Hai on the shoulder. “Stop staring; we still need to check on Sister Long's boyfriend...”
After dispersing Old Ghost, the three of us walked towards Wang Cuihua's home. Inside, her brother had already fled in fear, while Wang Cuihua remained, her head bowed as if resigned to her fate.
As we approached, Wang Cuihua lifted her head and glanced at us. "I confess. Whatever you want to know, I will tell you."
I asked, "What about all those corpses? What is going on?"
Wang Cuihua stood up and led us to the warehouse. She opened the door, revealing hundreds of people lined up inside, their bodies nothing but skin and bones, a horrifying sight.
"I was adopted by my father along with my brother. We were constantly beaten by him. He forced us to do these things, and he used my brother's life to threaten me, not allowing me to leave. My brother has hardly ever been outside; he has always been kept at home to take care of these people. As long as these people don’t die out, he won’t die either. It seems that my father can draw lifespan from them."
Listening to Wang Cuihua's words, I recalled the scenes I had seen in my dreams and felt confused about how Old Ghost could extract life from these people. After all, that old man was a ghost himself; he couldn't be considered alive.
Wang Cuihua continued, "I was responsible for buying household supplies and nutritional fluids. I went to school like other children; they thought I was just like them, but in reality, it was different. I had little freedom. Our village has always produced incense; our family does too. However, the incense we make is different from what others produce. Those make incense for the living, while ours is for the dead. The materials we use come from these corpses. If we add some unknown powder, it can induce a coma and lead people into dreams. My father's dream is beautiful; once you enter it, no one wants to leave, just like being addicted to opium."
I remembered the giant incense burner in the center of the village and suddenly understood why no one ever left; they were likely all at home dreaming.
Wang Cuihua said, "In the past, my father secretly made incense for people to enjoy their dreams. But three years ago, he suddenly needed more people to enter dreams to sustain himself; he had to extract their souls to continue living. So he set off a Great Fire. In reality, not many died in that fire; those missing people are lying in the warehouse—these people—and some came into the village later and simply refused to leave again. Moreover, there are many others in the village who know that dreams are illusions but still do not wish to wake up..."
Listening to Wang Cuihua made me break out in a cold sweat. I asked, "Did your father create that dream? Who made it?"
Wang Cuihua shook her head. "He never went into detail about it, but it should have been passed down for a long time. My father is just one of many involved. I once thought about entering the dream myself, but my father never allowed it; he wanted me to run errands outside since he couldn’t leave this village himself. When I went to university, I actually hoped to completely escape this Xiangwa Village life. However, I didn’t expect to be looked down upon and suspected by those women at university. I realized that while my father was despicable, those women were even worse. So I lit an incense meant for the dead that I brought from home and summoned Sister in the Red Nightgown. I told her that as long as she helped me, I would offer her incense every time. She agreed and helped me take revenge; then I worshipped her and escaped back to Xiangwa Village..."
Wang Cuihua extended her hands. "Take me away; I know I've done wrong. But before leaving, I want to tell you that these people are not truly dead yet; although they are almost like corpses now, they probably don’t want to come out of their dreams. They need regular injections of nutritional fluids..."
For a moment, I felt lost; I didn’t know what to do—should I take Wang Cuihua away and rescue everyone in this village or let events continue as they were?
Logically speaking, as an Auxiliary Police officer and a medical student, I should save these people. But did they really need saving? Perhaps they didn’t need it at all; once they came out of their dreams, they would only be waiting for death—their bodies were already skin and bones; recovery was impossible. At that point, being useless might be worse than enjoying their time in dreams.
I looked at Qin Hai; he simply lowered his head and avoided my gaze—clearly sharing my thoughts.
Long Nan walked towards one of the corpse-like figures kneeling beside him in silence for a moment before standing up again. "So it turns out my boyfriend has been lying here all along; he lives in dreams and has forgotten about me."
Wang Cuihua remained silent.
"How about this, Wang Cuihua? Since you have committed a crime, you should accept the punishment. You will stay here to continue taking care of these dreamers, but you cannot harm any new people. That Big Fragrance in the village should also be removed. If the villagers want to dream again, you are not allowed to sell it. I will come by often to check on your situation. Once all these people have passed away, you will be free, and it will count as serving your sentence. How does that sound?"
Wang Cuihua was taken aback, looking up at Long Nan, then glancing at me and Qin Hai.
Qin Hai nodded and said, "That works for me. It's settled then."
I slapped my forehead and walked outside; this village was too strange, and I really didn't want to stay here any longer.
On the way, Qin Hai drove with a frown on his face.
I glanced at Qin Hai and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Qin Hai sighed, "I've been thinking how great it would be if I could sleep with that woman who looks exactly like Gao Yuanyuan in the dream! Sigh, honestly, I would really like to stay in that dream..." He said, wiping his mouth.
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