After disappearing for several days, Yiping suddenly appeared and asked abruptly, "Xiao Queque, are you free?"

Ning Que shuddered, checked his heartbeat, which was beating at 180 miles per hour, and replied unhappily, "I'm busy!"

Yiping added, "There are points. Lots and lots of points."

She slowly slid onto the sofa and stuffed the snacks that were originally intended for Dandan into her mouth. The crunching sound echoed throughout the room.

Speaking of Dandan, after a month of communication and playtime, Ning Que's relationship with him had improved rapidly. Sometimes he called her "Mom," and she would respond without a care in the world, even sometimes referring to herself as "Mom." The only downside was that if things continued like this, he was afraid his son would eventually become older than his mother.

"Speaking of points, you still haven't given me the one from Bai Yu last time. You should settle that debt first, then we can discuss this matter." Ning Que had just finished speaking when her phone dinged. She opened the app and saw, "Oh, 10,000 points, Xiao Pingping, what's going on? We can talk now."

Yiping wanted to say a few words about her money-grubber nature, but when he saw that nearly half of the money was still owed, and that it seemed like he was the one who asked Ning Que to shoulder this debt, he silently shut his mouth.

"It'll be quick this time. It can basically be done in one night. I'll just have to use your previous dreams to help me."

Ning Que paused for a moment, "What dream? I have so many dreams that I can't even remember them all."

"We have detected some of your forgotten horror dreams. Your mission is to create an environment with greater lethality. Anything will do."

She stood up and twisted her arms and legs, "You're recruiting people again, bah, you're trafficking people again."

Yiping couldn't help but complain, "What are you talking about? Kidnapping! Are we the kind of people who do this kind of work?"

Ning Que couldn't help but roll his eyes in his mind, "Isn't it true? I was tricked here by you guys."

After saying that, he pulled Dandan out from the pile of toys and placed it on the ground outside the door. "Go, just find someone. I have something to do."

This action made Yiping feel a little uncomfortable, "Is this how you raise a child?"

"That's how I take care of the child. Do you really want me to take care of the child? Hurry up, I have something else to do later!"

Yiping was calling up something on the computer screen while bickering with her, "What's wrong with you? Every time I see you, you're just lying there!"

Ning Que was furious at the thought of this, and he scrolled through a long list of messages. "Hey, hey, my brothers and sisters, should I use my connections to get them ID cards? And those creditors you've caused me so much grief, should I appease them? Don't push me, or I won't pay you back a single cent."

Yiping suddenly thought of the time when the old man Bai complained to him that the successor they had found was too fierce.

It seemed like this at that time. The old white man sat down on their sofa with a black hat on his head. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "What kind of crappy successor did you find? He doesn't respect the elderly and love the young at all." Then he complained to them while drinking milk tea. He drank three cups that afternoon.

Yiping silently pointed it out, "Xiao Queque, are you sure you want to comfort me? Do you still remember Old Man Bai?"

Ning Que slumped there, thinking for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Is he that old man with eyebrows and beard stuck together, the kind who loves smoking and drinking tea and has so many things to do? The old man who says my stool isn't made of wood and it's uncomfortable, and the next thing he knows, my tea is machine-roasted and it's not fragrant, right?"

"Think about what you did to him that day? That made him come running to find me and Shuhuan." Yiping waved his hand and let Ning Que lie on the bed.

宁缺躺在床上，在自己的回忆里掏一掏，语气还有一点委屈，“哦，我想起来了，我听他念叨太烦了，可是我又得尊老爱幼，不能揍他，于是我就给他茶水里泡了一点花椒。”

"And then, you should have done more than just this."

Ning Que's mind began to feel dizzy and he felt very sleepy, but he still forced himself to finish his words, "I, I just gave him a haircut, there's really nothing else to it."

Yiping was really at a loss for words. No wonder the old man drank milk tea and wore that thick hat that day.

In the chaos, at the very center is a large ball of light. Debris of all sizes is suspended in the air, with a few light spots scattered among them. When your hand touches these debris, large or small, they will bounce away.

Yiping looked at the desolate area and said, "It's right here. As for the difficulty, it's up to you, the customer."

Ning Que walked towards the ball of light. Stones appeared bouncing up and down under her feet. The closer she got, the more panicked she felt. She didn't know what the dream she had just had was about.

Suddenly, the stone under her feet suddenly fell down. Ning Que immediately threw out Hong Hong, caught the stone next to her, and then rushed towards the ball of light. A white light appeared in front of his eyes and a burning sensation began to appear on his body.

Coming over, in front of him was the very familiar kitchen and dining room of his home. Ning Que stood there, watching the spatula bobbing up and down behind the frosted glass, and raised an eyebrow, "Here?"

Yiping had completely disappeared and no matter how we called out, there was no response.

Ning Que knocked on the door, and when it opened, he found two black creatures that looked like two lumps of plasticine haphazardly kneaded together. The food in the pot was cooking, and when they saw Ning Que come in, they stood there in a daze.

"Hurry up and stir-fry, the vegetables are all burnt! Stir-fry the water spinach, and then cook the sweet and sour pork ribs!" Ning Que saw them standing there in a daze, so he urged them and took out the dishes and chopsticks from the cupboard.

The two dark-skinned men stood by the dining table like servants, watching Ning Que finish his meal, one meat dish and one vegetable dish.

Ning Que touched his neck and said, "Can you guys change your faces? It's such a black mass, I can't even tell the front from the back."

The two black balls looked at each other's almost identical faces, and then silently evolved two faces.

Ning Que's face became increasingly uglier, until he gave each of them a blow on the head. They looked at her with sad faces and wet eyes.

Ning Que held his forehead and lowered his head, avoiding looking into the two faces. "Whenever you meet someone in the future, all you need to do is conjure up the face of the person he fears the most, or the one he feels the most guilty about."

Suddenly, one of the two mud balls spoke, "And then?"

Ning Que touched the throbbing veins on his forehead and smashed the dining table with one palm. "Don't you understand what I'm saying? Hurry and replace my parents' faces."

Ni Tuantuan obediently restored his face to its previous state, with no difference between before and after, and responded timidly twice, "Hmm."

Ning Que hadn't expected the little monster that emerged from his dream to be so...

She finally understood how her mother felt when she was tutoring her on math problems. At that time, her mother wanted to cram those math problems into her head.

Ning Que couldn't help but take a deep breath and remind himself mentally that it was his own child, his own child, his own child, he couldn't hit him.

"What about you? Where are the stones outside? You'd better control them, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, to pass those little babies whose limbs are not well coordinated." Ning Que put his hands on the wall and used his consciousness to change the appearance of the room. However, once he didn't deliberately think of any picture, it would return to its original kitchen appearance, and the broken dining table would also return to its original appearance.

At this time, pots and pans of all sizes flew out of the kitchen, chirping and talking, and they were very close to Ning Que like little birds.

"I know, I know."

Ning Que made a hushed gesture, "Alright, that's it. If someone is afraid of death, don't poison them when you serve them the food. When they're halfway through eating, there's a half-eaten head on the plate."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Que's head appeared on a white porcelain basin, and it looked vivid and even blinked.

There was a flower carved from a radish on her head, and her hair was tangled in clumps from being soaked in cooking oil, as if she had picked it up from a garbage dump.

"Well done. I hope you can be as good as me in the future." Ning Que moved his hand and put his head in the trash can.

Then he opened the kitchen door and saw the blue flame that should have been jumping on the gate was dancing in the air. Ning Que ignored it blindly, looked at the seasoning bottle, and made a plan in his mind.

"Come here for a moment, let's talk."

"Hey, kid, are you okay?" The old white man walked in from outside with a cane, a milk tea bag on his waist and a thick sewing hat on his head.

Ning Que saw the fashionable outfit and said, "Old man, this is quite good. You look decades younger."

The old man was delighted and wanted to touch his beard, but he could only feel a few sparse hairs. He put his hand down awkwardly and said, "Hmph, are you done? If you are not satisfied, I won't give you money."

Ning Que stood up and knocked on the table. A full bowl of fried chicken and two cups of milk tea appeared on it. "Come, sit down and chat, or take a look."

The old man hesitated and moved his steps to sit down, neither stretching out his hands nor closing them.

Ning Que inserted the straw and handed it over, "Don't worry, there's nothing added."

After he took it, his eyebrows furiously pointed towards the sky, "Just beat that man half to death! I'm so pissed off..."

Ning Que savored the crispy chicken shell mixed with the sweet and spicy sauce. The slight spiciness mixed with the aroma of the chicken instantly whetted his taste buds. His environment was just perfect; every flavor in his memory could be simulated.

The old man looked at her, looking like she was enjoying the food, puffing his beard and glaring at her, "Are you listening to me?"

Ning Que ate, "I know. A group of men cheated you out of your money to build something, and then used your name to recruit people you were responsible for the world, and then..."

Yiping complained that the old man had told him this story four times and he could recite it by heart.

The old man stroked his beard with satisfaction, looking very satisfied that the boy was teachable, and said excitedly, "I let him in!"

Heitou, a veteran who has been struggling in society since childhood, came to this hell-like place.

At this moment, he suddenly heard someone calling him. He saw his partner, Brother Kui, from a distance on his right. He saw that he noticed him and made a gesture.

An index finger stood in the palm of his hand, then jumped on it and slid down. Heitou understood that this was their common method of communication, meaning that they should leave first and contact each other later.

Heitou looked at the huge rocks floating in front of him and the abyss as long as a person, and his heart was trembling with fear. If he fell into it, he would not even be able to collect his body.

He stood on his rock and thought, is this hell? Is it really because he has done too many bad things?

With this sudden thought, he pondered over what he had done recently and stood there like a statue.

The originally stable stone suddenly moved up and down, causing him to lose his balance and kneel on the edge. It was pitch black below, with only faint light and no wind, but it made him break out in a cold sweat for no reason.

Heitou looked up and saw that Kui Ge was almost approaching the ball of light, and his stone was hanging steadily in the air. The stone in front of him was moving up and down, and it seemed that it was moving faster and faster.

He slowly arched his upper body, spread his legs apart, and tried to keep his body steady. When he saw the stone in front of him getting closer and closer, he jumped suddenly.

The wind roared in his ears, like a giant beast about to devour him. With a bang, he slammed against the rocks, his palms cut open, but the joy of surviving made him ignore the pain.

My heart was pounding like it was going to jump out of my chest, my head was dizzy, and my limbs were weak.

This instantly opened his mind. Maybe it was a high-tech place, but which rich guy did I trick into making such a big fuss?

The stone slowly moved up and down faster and faster, as if urging him to move forward. Later, he jumped faster and faster, and the stone gradually stabilized until he squinted his eyes and walked into the ball of light.

The edges of the balls are like balls of fur, and the outer layer of fine fur seems to be alive, floating in the air.

Heitou was a little hesitant. These urging stones made him inexplicably resistant to this ball of light, even though the warm temperature made him feel weak and relaxed.

He wanted to sleep so much. He had just slept for three hours while tracking down a rich girl before arriving at this place. The thrilling exercise before made him drowsy.

However, because of his job, he bit his tongue hard, and his momentary clarity was still covered by the overwhelming warmth.

Wu Kui stood in front of the ball of light and looked back to see Heitou still halfway. He wanted to wait for a moment, but suddenly he felt his leg kicked hard. His feet sank slightly and he turned around suddenly, wanting to use the momentum to grab the man, but found that he missed and fell on the tattered wooden board.

With a creak, the wooden board, which was full of moisture, broke. His nostrils were filled with the smell of decay and moss. He touched his head and slowly stood up.

All of this seemed so familiar to him: the moss-covered sink with three or four used bowls scattered about in it, the dripping faucet that couldn't be tightened, like a patient with several rounds of tape wrapped around his neck.

There was only a piece of cloth separating the dining table and the kitchen. The light khaki cloth had been blackened and burnt by the long-term smoke, and there were several very clear fingerprints in the lower right corner.

The dining table was made of a few cardboard boxes put together with a piece of wood on top. There was an opened bottle of beer on the table. The sofa was tucked into the corner of the doorway, with a small piece of yellowed cotton blocking the hole in it.

Wu Kui's expression changed, he stood up, and went crazy, rushing forward to tear off the cloth. Jiang smashed the beer bottle against the wall, and large and small splashes of water bloomed on the mottled and peeling wall, and green fragments splashed out.

Suddenly, the door that was supposed to be green opened, and two men carrying a bag of cooked food, one of them also carrying a pitcher of beer, opened the door with their arms around each other, smiling. They were stunned.

One of them, a burly man in a baggy vest, suddenly rushed up and hit Wu Kui with the cooked food in his hand. He was instantly filled with the smell of the marinade.

"What's wrong with you, little brat? What are you doing? There are only a few good things in the house, and you're still wasting them!"

The other one put the beer in the corner and said, "What's wrong? Why are you angry? Come on, your brother Yuan bought your favorite braised duck legs. Wash your hands and eat."