Not a good person

"What's wrong? What's wrong! Xiao Bao! Why are you crying?" An older woman rushed over from a distance, and upon hearing the baby's cries, she quickly picked him up. She glanced suspiciously at Wen Ya and Zhao Wentian, and finally her gaze settled on Wen Ya, saying meaningfully, "Xiao Bao, did someone bully you? Who hit you?"

Wen Ya raised an eyebrow. She hadn't expected Si Mucheng to be here, so he had also entered the Evil Spirit Illusion from the start, which made things a bit tricky.

The baby, hiccuping and crying, shook his head: "I...I want to play with my sister."

The older woman stammered, "Sweetie, little one, Grandma will take you to ride the rocking horse."

"No! I want to play with my sister!"

The older woman was somewhat indignant, but also quite helpless, as she couldn't do anything about her little darling: "Well... then let's play for a while." She then looked Wen Ya up and down, her face carrying a warning, "Sister, don't bully your little brother."

The baby, Si Mucheng, sobbed as he stepped forward and grabbed Wen Ya's hand. Then he turned to the old lady and said, "Grandma, go away. I want to play with my sister."

The older woman could only say, "Okay, okay, don't fight. Grandma is right there. Just call Grandma if you need anything."

Once the older woman had walked a little further away and he was sure she couldn't hear them anymore, Si Mucheng asked tearfully, "What exactly happened? You scared me to death! When I opened my eyes, I thought I had traveled through time, but something felt very wrong."

The strange thing was that he found himself still in Chunhe Residential Area. Not only that, but everyone around him seemed very mechanical, and the flow of time seemed erratic.

Si Mucheng felt that every day, as soon as he opened his eyes, it was time for his afternoon nap, and when he woke up, it was dark again. As a two-year-old child, he had no autonomy and was forced to take a nap every day. The only way he could investigate was by clamoring to go downstairs to play.

But after so long, there was still no progress. Until just now, he saw Wen Ya and Zhao Wentian. At first, he just felt that the two people were a little different. Because the people here all followed similar routes every day, Si Mucheng could only go to a limited area. This area was right downstairs from his house. He passed by here every day. Suddenly seeing two unfamiliar faces, he immediately became suspicious. As soon as he got closer, he heard Wen Ya and Zhao Wentian talking.

"I thought something had gone wrong, and I was going to be trapped here to die!" Si Mucheng pouted, looking like he was about to cry again.

Wen Ya glanced quickly at the middle-aged woman not far away and hurriedly said, "Don't cry, she's coming over."

Si Mucheng immediately stopped crying and pretended to be very happy, laughing a few times. However, the expression of not being able to laugh or cry on his baby face made him look even more ridiculous.

The three of them looked at each other, and Wen Ya was at a loss for words. Well, now it was a mix of old and young, like a team-building event in a nursing home or kindergarten.

"The most important thing now is to find a way out," Zhao Wentian said.

Wen Ya frowned: "Time here runs in a forward direction, so I suspect we can only leave when the memory ends, which is the day the dream's owner dies."

"Does that mean we're going to follow the storyline?"

"What?!" Si Mucheng's eyes widened. "Then...when will she die? If it's another ten years or so, then I'll be all grown up by now...no, by the time we get out of here, it'll be ages!"

Zhao Wentian couldn't help but laugh: "Don't worry, the time in the dream isn't synchronized with reality. No matter how long we stay here, it's just a fleeting moment in reality. However..."

"But I really can't take it anymore... That family feeds me steamed eggs and steamed pumpkin every day, I'm so sick of it. I feel like I just finished lunch and now it's almost dinner time, and I feel like I just woke up and now I have to go back to sleep... I can't take it anymore, please rescue me..."

Upon hearing Si Mucheng's description, Zhao Wentian laughed even louder, which angered Si Mucheng so much that he raised his short hand to hit him, but Zhao Wentian nimbly dodged it, making it look like an old man teasing a child.

Wen Ya ignored them and continued, "I was thinking, if the dream's owner were to die, could we artificially bring this outcome forward?"

Upon hearing her words, Si Mucheng and Zhao Wentian immediately stopped their playful fight. Si Mucheng hesitated, "So, how do we do it?"

"Find the murder weapon, then kill him."

Wen Ya spoke calmly, but Si Mucheng felt the hairs on his hands stand on end. He exclaimed in horror, "This...does it really need to go this far?"

Zhao Wentian patted his head. Si Mucheng's body was chubby and round, and he was very cute. He had wanted to touch it for a long time. "This is an illusion. If this is the key to breaking through the realm, of course we have to try. Staying here for too long will also damage your mind. Besides, the dream's owner has already become an evil ghost. Nothing here is real. Don't worry, don't overthink it."

Si Mucheng accepted it to some extent, but was still a little worried: "Then...then are you going to kill her? Wasn't she beaten to death? How are we going to find the murder weapon? You're still so young, can you beat her?"

Wen Ya and Zhao Wentian were both stunned. Wen Ya tilted her head: "Kill her??"

Zhao Wentian also realized something was wrong: "Who? Do you know who the dream's owner is?"

"Isn't she an evil spirit? Li Huaming's wife."

Wen Ya and Zhao Wentian exchanged a glance. Zhao Wentian asked, "You know Li Huaming?"

Si Mucheng nodded: "Oh, I forgot to tell you, I initially followed the expert up the road, but then a thick fog rolled in, and I ended up in Chunhe Residential Area. That's when I ran into Li Huaming. Although he's a bastard who beats his wife and even killed her, well... isn't that why we're all stuck here now..."

He was about to say something more when Wen Ya interrupted him: "What did he say to you?"

"He said that his wife's resentment was too great and she had turned into an evil ghost. Oh, before we came in here, we planned to go find that ghost. He said, Brother Zhao, you gave him a magic artifact. If we can get rid of that ghost, we can get out."

Wen Ya and Zhao Wentian's expressions turned serious, but Si Mucheng was still oblivious. Zhao Wentian said, "I have never given him anything, and the evil spirit is not his wife."

"Hmm?" Si Mucheng's eyes were round, and his gaze was very innocent.

Wen Ya sighed: "In other words, the true master of the dream is Li Huaming."

Si Mucheng looked around, and after a moment, he suddenly understood the true meaning of those words. He exclaimed in shock, "What?!"

Zhao Wentian also stabbed him in the back: "You've been deceived by the evil spirit. Li Huaming is the one who's dead."

"But...but he beat his wife, how could he be dead...how could this be..."

"Yes, it is true that he committed long-term domestic violence, but the person who went up the mountain for help was Zhou Kangyan, who is Li Huaming's wife."

When Zhou Kangyan came up the mountain, she was not in good condition. She looked emaciated and had suffered a lot. She told Zhao Wentian that she had been a victim of domestic violence for a long time, but on that day, she fought back. She had only been beaten, never beaten, and her resistance was completely haphazard, relying entirely on instinct. By the time she came to her senses, Li Huaming was already lying in a pool of blood, lifeless.

Her memories afterward were chaotic and numb. Zhou Kangyan was arrested and went through a trial. Because of the huge public outcry, the authorities took the matter very seriously. She was both unfortunate and fortunate; the final verdict was that she acted in self-defense. However, after her release, she experienced various physical discomforts. Later, she met a fortune teller who recommended that she visit Yuhuang Temple. It was there that she met Zhao Wentian halfway up the mountain.

Si Mucheng listened in disbelief. What was he doing? Had he seen a ghost again?

However, Wen Ya was also a little worried. Based on what she knew of Zhou Kangyan, it was hard to imagine that she would actually resist and accidentally kill Li Huaming.

"I...he...I...what if I get out??" He realized the seriousness of the situation. "No, I was with him before I came in, oh my god...I'm getting goosebumps...help me, someone help me..."

Wen Ya didn't know whether to praise his good luck or bad luck, but the evil spirit that she and Zhao Wentian had gone to great lengths to find, he could just casually encounter.

"Don't be afraid. Even if you go out, there will be a buffer period. Don't let 'him' find out that you already know. Then, wait for me."

Si Mucheng's eyes instantly welled up with tears again. He grabbed Wen Ya's hand and said, "Thank you, great god!"

Wen Ya awkwardly withdrew her hand. Just then, the older woman walked over with a fawning smile on her face and coaxed Si Mucheng, "Little Bao, it's getting dark, let's go home? We can come out and play again tomorrow?"

In the blink of an eye, it was already dark. Si Mucheng looked at Wen Ya with longing. If he could, he really wanted to go with her. But then he thought, Wen Ya's body was Li Huaming's child. If he went with Wen Ya, wouldn't he have to share a room with Li Huaming? He had just been deceived by that evil spirit, and now he was really having PTSD. "Then... then see you tomorrow!" Si Mucheng made one last effort.

Wen Ya nodded and reassured him, "Don't worry."

Si Mucheng was carried away, and Zhao Wentian looked at the sky; it was getting darker. He said to Wen Ya, "Let's go back first."

Wen Ya nodded.

As soon as I arrived at Building 6, I heard clanging and banging sounds from upstairs, as well as a woman's cries.

Wen Ya and Zhao Wentian both looked towards the fifth floor. Zhao Wentian chuckled, "She's always right on time. That woman is really good at enduring things. But how did she suddenly lose her patience in the end?"

Wen Ya also had this question.

The two of them went up to the fifth floor together. The commotion in room 502 grew even louder. Wen Ya stood at the door with an inscrutable expression. Zhao Wentian sighed and said, "Why don't you come to my place for a while? Going in now would be like walking into a trap."

Wen Ya shook her head: "I can handle it."

Zhao Wentian wanted to say that she was now small and weak, while Li Huaming was young and strong, so beating his daughter would be a piece of cake for him. But they both understood that sooner or later, as long as Li Huaming was unhappy, they couldn't escape this beating.

Wen Ya opened the door and went inside. As soon as she entered, she saw Li Huaming grabbing Zhou Kangyan's hair with one hand and slapping her across the face with the other. This blatant scene of violence made Wen Ya frown instinctively.