"Hoo... just as I thought!"

Wu Liang suddenly sat up from the bed, instinctively touched his neck, and the slightly tingling sensation made him a lot more awake.

At this moment, there was a faint blurry blood mark on his neck, as if it had really been twisted just now.

He looked up at the candle by the bed.

The burning position was exactly the time he had just left Taohua Village in his dream to explore.

It all seemed to start all over again.

Next, he would continue to explore and then be mercilessly devoured by the Night Parade of Hundred Demons.

"Nightmare, oh Nightmare, just because time flows backward, do you take me for a fool?" Wu Liang twisted his neck and got out of bed.

Skillfully, he went to the pile of firewood and took out the torch he had lost in the forest earlier.

Then he retrieved a match from his pocket that had been put there at some unknown time and easily struck it to light the torch.

Looking at the dazzling light in his hand, Wu Liang took a deep breath and tentatively stretched his fingers towards it.

Burning pain.

The charred stench from his skin continually filled his nostrils, and the ten-fingered pain made Wu Liang's expression twitch slightly.

Yet he still spoke plainly: "Do you think I wouldn't check with the villagers who came back alive but already insane about the details before setting out? Am I just a reckless man in your mind?"

"Without my help constructing the dream, you even misjudged humanity. Is this your level from five years ago? I'm very disappointed!"

"Now watch carefully, I'm going to let you experience true despair once too!"

Having said that, Wu Liang decisively threw the torch at his feet.

Flames climbed and spread over his pants, clothes, and finally his whole body at great speed!

In the blink of an eye, Wu Liang was burning all over, like a humanoid monster devoured by flames in a horror story, even continuing to walk slowly forward, showing no intention of extinguishing the fire.

His throat let out hoarse, indistinct sounds: "You want to trap me in an endless cycle of dreams? Making me experience the escape only to be constantly slaughtered by the Fierce Ghost?"

"Do you think this will make me despair?"

"Nightmare, you were the first Fierce Ghost Minion I subdued! Do you think an ordinary man like me without power back then nearly exorcised you?"

"Relied on intelligence... and just a hint of madness..."

Every time he spoke, the raging flames on his body would continually rush into his mouth, scorching his throat, making his voice increasingly hoarse and indistinct, until only a whimper could be heard.

Hoo—

Before long, the flames on Wu Liang's body completely took his life, a gust of wind swept past his corpse, and the dazzling firelight soared into the sky, as terrifying as a mad roar.

This was all too unexpected.

By the time the Nightmare hidden in the mental world came to its senses, the dream had already returned to the moment when Wu Liang woke up and planned to explore the forest.

Wu Liang, who had been completely consumed by flames just now, sat up from the bed, his back soaked in sweat.

After all, in the dream constructed by the Nightmare, all perceptions were exactly the same as reality!

The pain he had just experienced was no different from real self-immolation.

"Hoo... hoo... it really fucking hurts."

Feeling his heart still pounding from the madness he just committed.

Wu Liang didn't hesitate at all and went straight to the kitchen to search for something.

Finally, he rummaged out a sharp blade for cutting fruits from the cabinet, with some water stains still remaining from when Yao Qingxue forgot to wipe it after washing the utensils.

When he reached out and touched it, the sharp fruit knife cut his finger a bit, causing blood to ooze out.

Pch—

Before the Nightmare could continue constructing other segments of the dream, Wu Liang had already thrust the fruit knife straight into his heart.

He used so much force that the entire blade plunged into his body, leaving only the handle visible.

At the last moment of his fall to death, he reluctantly raised his wrist and extended his middle finger towards the sky.

His mouth moved, but no sound came out.

But from the mouth shape, one could understand he was saying: "Just a second life... you waste!"

The next second, the dream reset again.

Wu Liang woke up from the bed.

His body still trembled uncontrollably from the short interval between the two death experiences, but his eyes showed an exceptionally determined madness.

[Nightmare]

[Habit: Loves to hide in dreams to torment and murder targets, unable to cause physical harm directly to targets, but when the target believes the dream is real, during this period, the dream's harm will also feedback to the real body, including death]

[Weakness: Overcoming the fear of death, the Nightmare's control over the dream will be weakened to the extreme, and eventually, it will reveal its actual form in reality]

"Overcoming the fear of death, seven simple words that seem easy but only those who have truly faced death know what an unsolvable answer this is."

"Unfortunately, I'm a madman, a madman who dared to believe in that broken book in my mind, attempting to subdue Fierce Ghosts as minions!"

As Wu Liang spoke, he walked to the deepest well in the village.

Then, without hesitation, he dove headfirst into it, leaving the Nightmare utterly stunned.

As a Fierce Ghost controlling dreams, it certainly knew the extent of this madness!

Anyone can claim they are not afraid of death, and it's not that no one has attempted to believe in the dream's reality within its constructed dreams.

But when a knife truly pierces the body, when personally experiencing the head being severed from the neck, that extreme pain and the shadow of death covering the heart.

People will feel fear.

This is a fear born from biological instincts!

Like how fish will instinctively flop around trying to survive after leaving the water source, no one can continue being firm that they completely do not care after experiencing death after death!

Yet now, it seems like I'm witnessing a miracle... no! This is fundamentally not a miracle!

This is fucking unparalleled madness!

"Third death."

"Tenth death."

"Seventy-sixth death."

"..."

Wu Liang continued to commit suicide again and again in this infinite loop of dreams, making the Nightmare unwilling to admit but finding that the situation seemed to be reversing.

Its control over the dream was becoming increasingly difficult!

When Wu Liang committed suicide for the ninety-ninth time, the Nightmare took nearly a full minute to reconstruct the dream back to the moment he woke up.

"Who do you think you are dealing with? A powerless ordinary person?!"

"I have already experienced this endless cycle of death once; back then, you held on until I committed suicide two hundred times before being defeated! Don't let me down!" Wu Liang exclaimed loudly upon waking up.

Then immediately raised his hand to break the glass, picked up a shard, and decisively moved to stab his temple.

As he was about to commit suicide once more.

Wu Liang stopped.

The glass shard had already pierced the skin of his temple, just needing a little more force to truly penetrate and repeat the nearly hundred deaths that had occurred before.

He suddenly grinned.

Reluctantly placing the glass shard on the table, looking at his hands that were almost uncontrollable from the pain of dozens of deaths.

Wu Liang spoke calmly:

"So you've become smarter, haven't you, kid? I'm not in the dream anymore, right? This time I actually woke up, and you want me to keep committing suicide based on the previous inertia."

"Unfortunately, I've said, I want to make you despair once too, don't I?"

With that, he kicked the table in front of him, and with a clang, a strange purple-red mask fell out from inside...

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