Chapter 289: Residual Night Nightmare

Residual Night Nightmare

(Yesterday's urging update met the standard, today's added update is kept. I'm no 【Fraud】 believer!

4 updates of 10,000 words today, fun doubled!

I am a 【Fraud】 believer! Hands on hips!

Praise 【Fraud】, absolutely no next time, too tired...)

Cheng Shi, who was looking for a job, received Old Jia's instructions and naturally became at ease. He soon signed the contract and then picked a time in advance to prepare to go home and give Old Jia a surprise.

But the surprise didn't come; instead, he harvested a full load of fear.

Old Jia was gone. The person was buried by the surrounding neighbors, and the money was spent by Sun Yi next door. Under the promise of a huge amount of money, no one had told Cheng Shi about this.

On the day Cheng Shi returned home, he didn't find Old Jia, but only saw a letter written by Old Jia's own hand on the table that was missing a corner.

On the cover of the letter, two characters were written crookedly: Cheng Shi.

The Cheng from Cheng Jia, the Shi from honest.

When Cheng Shi saw it, his whole body froze.

He knew that Old Jia couldn't even write his own name in his life. In the ten-plus years he was studying, he only learned to write these two characters. Although they were written like dog-scratching, in his eyes, they looked better than any font.

This was the name he gave himself.

And when he saw his name written on a letter by Old Jia, he guessed the meaning of this letter.

His hand suddenly started to tremble.

This was clearly a thin piece of paper, but in his eyes, it weighed more than a thousand pounds. He tried several times but couldn't pick up this letter.

Until his tears couldn't be held back, he pressed the envelope with his trembling hand and pulled the letter paper out from inside.

This was an A4 paper folded several times. When he unfolded it, it only had four characters written on it: Live well.

It was printed.

Cheng Shi only looked at it once, and his tears collapsed like rain.

He rushed out of the door, shouting "Old man" everywhere, shouting until it turned into "Dad," and then shouting until it turned into "Cheng Jia," until the heart-tearing crying made the eye sockets of the surrounding neighbors red, and only then did a neighbor aunt finally couldn't help but point him to a path.

Cheng Shi ran wildly along this path, ran into a cemetery, and not long after, discovered the old man's grave.

The tombstone was empty, not a single word on it, which was in line with Old Jia's temperament. But Cheng Shi knew this wasn't the funeral arrangements he made himself; it must have been Sun Yi who helped set it up.

As for Sun Yi... her grave was right next to the old man's. No one knew how she left, and no one knew if she really left. In short, she still chose to be a neighbor with the old man.

Cheng Shi knelt before the grave and wailed. Jiang Wu Mei stood far behind him, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

What a pathetic person. Deceived by lies from childhood, until the death of the father he loved most, he was still deceived by lies, kept in the dark.

Old Jia undoubtedly wanted Cheng Shi to learn well. In the second half of his life, he lied for more than ten years and acted for more than ten years, cultivating Cheng Shi into an honest good person, but finally used the most painful lie to break Cheng Shi's heart defense.

No wonder this Weaver could pit Zhen Yi...

Fate witnessed his misfortune, and lies ran through his "life."

In this situation, being able to hold on until the 【Faith Game】 descended and becoming a high-scoring player in the game was truly not easy.

Oh right, Old Jia let him live well; that was probably his motivation.

Jiang Wu Mei looked at Cheng Shi, who had cried until he fainted, and was at a loss. He seemed to have never witnessed such a vivid dream, and had never felt such a moving memory. After one night, it was as if all this had happened beside him, as if he were the Cheng Shi who had been deceived from beginning to end.

The witnessing was over; it was time to leave.

He rubbed his face, his expression dazed as he walked toward the outside of the cemetery, but as he walked, he found that this cemetery seemed a bit strange. How could the names on these tombstones be so... eerie?

Jiang Wu Mei frowned and turned his head to look at his side, only to see a short epitaph written on the tombstone beside his leg:

"Chen Han, Dream-Peeking Ranger, 1394."

?

Jiang Wu Mei was stunned, thinking he had misread it. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, only to see the words clearly carved there, not like an illusion.

He panicked, took a few more steps forward, and saw the tombstone in front written:

"Wei Fengming, Dream-Peeking Ranger, 1517."

His heart thumped, his eyes widened in disbelief, and then he quickly looked around nervously, but didn't find anyone else present, except for Cheng Shi, who had fainted before Old Jia's grave.

Jiang Wu Mei keenly felt the crisis. Although he didn't know where this crisis came from, his reason told him he must leave here first, so he ran wildly toward the outside of the cemetery.

The ranger ran very fast, like the wind. The tombstones beside him flashed past his peripheral vision, stretching infinitely backward. But even if the light turned into a trajectory, he could still clearly see the epitaphs written on the rows of tombstones that were left behind him, almost connected into a low wall.

"Zhu Youyou, Dream-Peeking Ranger, 1656."

"Cheng Meng, Dream-Peeking Ranger, 1877."

"..."

"Song doomsday, Dream-Peeking Ranger, 2204."

"Jiang Wu Mei, Dream-Peeking Ranger, 2319."

!!!

Crazy!

The last tombstone with a name actually had his own name written on it!

He actually saw his own grave in this absurd dream cemetery!!!

Jiang Wu Mei was suddenly shrouded in huge fear. He stopped his steps, drew his long bow, and looked around with a stiff back. At this moment, how could he not know that his existence had long been discovered by the owner of the dream.

And the place where he was standing now happened to be at the entrance of the cemetery.

Only to see a figure turn out from behind the huge stone pillar at the entrance, with red eye sockets, saying to him:

"So annoying. I clearly let myself forget these, why do you still have to come and cheat my tears?"

Jiang Wu Mei looked in the direction of the sound, only to see that the figure wasn't Cheng Shi, who was it?

But he wasn't the Cheng Shi before Old Jia's grave, but his teammate, that Weaver, Cheng Shi!

His eyes opened wide, his pupils shrank, the police siren in his heart rang wildly, his brain turned white, and the terrifying current ran from his crown to his soles, making him have almost no strength to pull the bowstring.

But the instinct for survival made him move. He didn't take action, because there was still a fluke in his heart.

Only to see him swallow a mouthful of saliva extremely nervously, word by word:

"I, didn't do anything, to harm him."

Cheng Shi's tears were still flowing, but he smiled:

"Yes, Ranger, you are cleaner than any Dream-Peeking Ranger lying here.

But I only ask you one question, just one question:

Will you offer everything you saw tonight to Him?

If you say no, I'll let you go."

The hesitation on Jiang Wu Mei's face flashed by. He gritted his teeth and said hard: "No."

Hmm, a lie.

Very good, very good.

Cheng Shi wiped his tears and smiled indifferently.

"I never like anyone disturbing him, and I don't want him to appear in this disgusting game, and even less do I want to reunite with him inexplicably in a way I didn't expect. So, I've wronged you, Ranger.

You know, I'm a liar; what I say cannot be believed."

"Boom—"

Before the words were finished, the thunder had already exploded. He was still that cautious Cheng Shi, who would never leave any chance for the enemy at such a moment.

"However, Ranger, I still want to tell you one thing: there is no free lunch in the world.

If you listen to other people's stories, you naturally have to pay the corresponding price.

It's just that my story is slightly expensive.

It just happens to be worth a life."

Looking at the ranger who was directly blasted into a charred corpse in front of him, Cheng Shi raised his hand again, and it was another shot.

"Boom—"

"Goodbye, Ranger, wish you good dreams forever."

With this, the Dream-Peeking Ranger died in the dream.

Two claps of thunder swept past, and a heavy rain poured down.

It rained. In this cemetery full of sorrow, a rain began to fall, weeping for the misfortune of fate.

Cheng Shi looked at the ashes under his feet blankly, not knowing what he thought of, and shook his head and smiled.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you all. The image of the old man father was completed by you Dream-Peeking Rangers. Every time one of you came, I felt that his love for me became deeper by one point."

Saying this, he raised his head again to look at himself who was crying before the tombstone. The Cheng Shi in the dream woke up, awakened by the rain pouring down from the sky. His tears mixed into the rain, and his crying was covered by the sound of the rain, as if the sadness was gone.

But only Cheng Shi knew that he was the most desperate at this moment, because he was thinking, why is even God mocking me.

It was also from that time that he began to loathe fate.

"Sigh, it's all in the past."

Cheng Shi sighed, suppressed the urge to take another look, and turned to leave.

"Old man, I know you like playing chess, so I found you a new chess partner.

But you have to be careful; he might be very good at remembering chess scores."

Saying this, his steps paused, and his voice became choked again.

"Old man

Thinking of this, he felt somewhat impatient.

But a perfect story requires an ending, so he still suppressed the excitement in his heart and continued to observe.