Chapter 7: The Capture of the Dream Eater (1/2)
Translator: DragonRider
'People are strangers when they meet for the first time, but acquaintances the second,' as the saying goes. He Zheng and his stepmother never got along and had always been trying to avoid meeting her for all these years. On this day, he saw her more times than he had done in the past 20-plus years.
Just like the previous dream, this one started from He Zheng being on a plane as well. He didn't know whether it was because that so-called Dream Eater had been injured by the man, but noticeably, its capability of creating a dream was somewhat weak. The cabin appeared very fragile, as if made of paper. When He Zheng, for the second time, saw Qiao Peiyu raise the urn containing his mother's cremains, he was much more composed than he had been in the last dream.
”Cooperate with it.” Abruptly, the man's voice was heard in his mind. ”Otherwise the dream will collapse.”
Still angry about Zu Zhichong's knocking him out, He Zheng ignored the voice.
He was supposed to be cooperative but he deliberately acted otherwise.
”You're now in the dream created by the Dream Eater. If the dream collapse, your soul will be stranded here.” The man's voice sounded unworried, as if he was not at all disturbed by He Zheng's uncooperative attitude.
He Zheng was speechless with anger. 'You old fox!' he thought resentfully.
He Zheng clenched his teeth in an effort to make himself look angry, and then yelled at ”Qiao Peiyu”, ”What do you want to do? Give it back to me!”
With a hideous smile, Qiao Peiyu raised her head to look at He Zheng. ”I don't want to do anything. I just want to make sure that this woman cannot rest in peace after death.”
He Zheng widened his eyes as Qiao Peiyu raised the urn and heavily threw it down to the floorboard.
”No!” He Zheng affectedly roared, and his voice cracked at the end of the long roar.
”Cry.” The man's voice was still calm.
He Zheng replied through gritted teeth, ”Don't push me.”
The man kept silent.
Since his life was at the mercy of the man, He Zheng didn't dare to act arrogantly. Fortunately, there were still some residual tears on his face. With no other choice, He Zheng forced a couple of tears, knelt down, gathered the cremains on the floorboard and started wailing.
”Do you hate her?”
The tempting voice was heard in his mind again.
At the very moment that the voice came, He Zheng heard the man chuckle, ”I've got you.”
The chuckle tinged with faint pleasure tugged at He Zheng's heartstrings. Remarkably, it gave He Zheng a feeling that... that the man was attractive.
With that, He Zheng heard an anguished, explosive and utterly unhuman screech. For an instant, He Zheng felt as if his skull was about to be cleaved in two. Everything around him began to twist and blur. Finally, the whole seemingly fragile cabin turned into a cloud of black fog and disappeared from view...
He Zheng opened his eyes and observed that the man was holding something in his hand.
It was shadow-like black fog, which was gradually taking shape, struggling constantly. That thing had a giant body, but its neck was long and thin, with a beast head on the top of it.
Numerous thin offshoots sprouting from the gigantic body had penetrated the foreheads of sleeping passengers like tubes. Except for the three people who were on their feet, all people on board were under the control of the Dream Eater, which was a horrifying and disgusting sight.
Surprisingly, with its neck grabbed by the man, the Dream Eater was not afraid. Instead, it kept struggling and roaring in the man's hands.
”Was there a nauseating tube of this kind in my head as well?” Staring disgustedly at the Dream Eater in the man's hands, He Zheng involuntarily stroked his smooth forehead.
Seeing this, the man unnoticeably curved the corners of his mouth and answered in a tone of voice as calm as usual, ”There was no tube in your head.”
He Zheng gave a long gasp of relief.