Chapter 84 Backing Out

The Red Pomegranate Town at night is full of mystery.

In the hotel room, ghostly figures flickered in the candlelight.

Sang Luo suddenly woke up and collapsed, yelling, "Killing is the end of the world. Please, just kill me quickly. I really don't want to have this erotic dream anymore!"

He gasped for breath and couldn't calm down for a long time.

In particular, when Sang Luo felt a small puddle of wet and cold water where his body was pressed against the quilt, his defenses were completely broken.

It was the same last time and it is the same this time.

If I don't leave the nightmare's territory, he will succeed in my dream sooner or later.

The furious Sang Luo didn't even think about the fact that Wen Blake's appearance in the dream didn't look like someone who would really do that.

He just felt offended.

Sang Luo threw back the quilt and paced around the room angrily, scratching his hair with his hands until it became a mess.

Apart from leaving the Red Pomegranate Town as soon as possible, Sang Luo could not think of any other effective way to resist the invasion of the nightmare demon - the nightmare demon looked like he was determined to have an affair with him, which made Mr. Sang Luo, who did not think he was a charming person, very distressed!

If the dream was just a simple dream, Sang Luo would not take it to heart as a erotic dream or a wet dream.

He just thinks that this is a normal physiological reaction.

But after realizing that the object of his dream was not simply a projection of reality or his own fantasy, Sang Luo could not accept such a thing.

He had just established a romantic relationship with Mr. Hart, and Sang Luo was really fascinated by the temperament and figure of that mysterious man. In this situation, he could not accept that some monster would use Mr. Hart's personality to have intimate behavior with him.

"We must leave today." Outside the window, the sky was just beginning to brighten, and the sunlight was stained by the thick fog, turning it into a grayish orchid.

After Sang Luo made up his mind, he finally calmed down a little.

As usual, he threw his clothes on the floor and planned to take a good bath before the heating turned off.

Wash away the touch of Weinbrek that still seemed to linger on his skin.

It also washes away the sticky feeling you create.

In short, clean up all the evidence so that the dream will disappear without a trace.

Under the hot steam, Sang Luo curled up and buried half of her face in the bath water.

He was in no hurry to clean himself, but closed his eyes and carefully felt the soothing effect of the water on his body.

The young man in the bathtub felt a moment of relaxation and even playfully blew out a few bubbles.

With his eyes closed, Sang Luo could not realize that the mist in the bathroom was not just the mist he emitted.

There was also some finer and thicker fog, lingering around him.

Just like the thick fog outside the window was pressing towards the ground more and more wantonly, tightly concealing the edge of the town.

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After tidying himself up, Sang Luo began to pack his luggage.

Sang Luo had arrived in this world empty-handed. He earned thirty copper coins at the Dream Tavern, which allowed him to settle down temporarily. Later, with the advance on his salary from the kindly fat owner, Sang Luo also bought himself some daily necessities.

But now all of these put together can only fit into a small suitcase.

These are all of Sang Luo’s belongings in the other world.

Far inferior to the gifts Mr. Hart gave him - custom-made quill pens.

There were ten beautifully packaged gift boxes of feather pens, but Sang Luo didn't unpack most of them because he couldn't bear to part with them.

Now that she was ready to leave, Sang Luo carefully unpacked them, stacked them up and placed them in the most beautiful gift box, and stuffed them all into the suitcase.

The rest were gathered together and temporarily placed on the second floor of the Dream Tavern. As was customary among Chinese people, Sang Luo believed they would be useful in the future, so he was reluctant to throw them away.

After checking out, Sang Luo carried the empty box in his left hand and the suitcase in his right hand, and walked towards the tavern with difficulty, following the direction he remembered.

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"Are you planning to leave today?" asked the familiar waitress.

"Yeah." Sang Luo was enjoying chestnut cake.

But this time he paid for it himself, and paid for it together with the black tea - last night, Sang Luo told the waiter in the store that his monthly chestnut cake subscription had ended and it no longer needed to be charged to Mr. Hart's account.

Today he just wanted to eat it, so he bought it himself.

"Have you decided to go with that gentleman?" The tavern was filled with thick fog and business was slow. Seeing that there was nothing to do, the waitress simply sat opposite Sang Luo and teased him with a gossipy look on her face.

Sang Luo smiled and said, "Yes, we plan to visit the surrounding towns, or go further." After thinking for a while, Sang Luo asked her again, "Why do you say that he and I will go, instead of him accompanying me?"

"Of course you're leaving with him!" the waitress replied matter-of-factly. "That gentleman first visited our tavern on the day you started working there. I'm sure he's a stranger like you. I know every face in town, so he must have been here a short time too. Didn't he want to take you back to his home when you left this time? I bet he must have..."

The waitress kept on talking about her opinions, but Sang Luo began to daydream.

He thought, "Yes, I never asked about Mr. Hart's family background, so I subconsciously assumed that he was from the town too. Is he really? He never seemed to talk to me about himself."

A sense of awkwardness quietly rose in Sang Luo's heart.

Before in the park, Sang Luo had actually asked Mr. Hart about his family, work and age.

But the topic changed too quickly, and Mr. Hart did not give her a direct answer. And because of the joy of being in tune with him, she only remembered one thing, that is, Mr. Hart was willing to reveal his true appearance to her this time and let her see what he looked like.

Forget it, let's ask him today about whether Mr. Hart is from this town, his family, and his specific work situation...

"...athletic student, athletic student?" The waitress patted Sang Luo's arm gently and asked with concern, "Are you okay? Is there something wrong?"

"Not bad." Sang Luo replied after coming back to his senses.

"That's good. I saw that you didn't look right, and I thought something had happened."

"No. But you, haven't you been sleeping well lately?"

"You can see the dark circles under my eyes too?" the waitress said with a bitter face. "I can't help it. I haven't had a good night's sleep in a long time, and lately I just can't get enough sleep. I actually slept for about twelve hours yesterday, but it still wasn't enough. Maybe it's because I've grown up, and the sleep demon no longer comes to take care of me..."

Sang Luo's hand holding the cup ring suddenly stopped.

He put down his teacup and suddenly looked at the waitress who was still rubbing her neck and complaining incessantly.

He asked hesitantly, "Sleepy?"

"Yes, the Sandman," she explained. "Don't you know? You're from another place. In the area north of the Dark Forest, perhaps because of the strange climate, several nearby towns are guarded by Sandmen. But the Sandman in our Red Pomegranate Town hasn't appeared in anyone's dreams in a long time. If you had moved here a few years earlier, perhaps you could have experienced what a child's sweet dream is like..."

——Sleep demons are not born as sleep demons. I was once a sleep demon, and I have been for a long time.

——Without sweet dreams as food, I refused to have sex with those boring adults in my sleep, so I became a superposition state and had to feed on the sleep time of everyone in town.

——The superposition state is a very uncomfortable state. I want to fall into a deep sleep. I want to... I want to drag the entire Red Pomegranate Town into a deep sleep with me.

Weinbreck wasn't lying.

What he said about wanting to drag the entire Red Pomegranate Town into sleep with him was not a lie.

Sang Luo felt a sudden sense of panic for no reason.

That nightmare demon, his power is so strong that it not only affects dreams but also has such a great impact on reality?

Does he have a physical body, lurking in the town?

Sang Luo was almost thinking of something.

But the melodious sound of wind chimes interrupted Sang Luo's thoughts - Mr. Hart had arrived.

Seeing this, the waitress quickly winked at Sang Luo, used lip language to wish him a pleasant journey, and then left with the tray.

The man in the waxed windbreaker came over and sat down.

Seeing him, Sang Luo was happier than ever before. It was a feeling of sweetness mixed with joy and sourness.

He greeted the man as usual: "Good afternoon, Mr. Hart."

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"Are you sure there's nothing wrong with this direction?"

The sky gradually darkened. Walking in the dense forest where he could not see the road ahead, Sang Luo was nervous with every step.

He had his arms clasped tightly around Mr. Hart's, practically hanging from him—the luggage in Mr. Hart's free arm, as he had no luggage of his own.

Although it was Sang Luo who took the initiative to tell Mr. Hart that he had no identity documents and was an illegal resident and could not leave the border, Mr. Hart said that he happened to know a way, but it was a bit remote, and asked Sang Luo if he would like to try it.

Sang Luo agreed at that time.

He was led by Mr. Hart along a small path into a dense forest. If Sang Luo hadn't vaguely recognized this as the place he had just passed by, he would have suspected that Mr. Hart had approached him with a purpose from the beginning, to dismember him in the wild...

Shaking his head, Sang Luo discarded those wild associations.

He followed Mr. Hart for a long time, until it was dark, but he still didn't leave.

Sang Luo was so panicked that he couldn't help asking Mr. Hart if he had gone in the wrong direction.

Mr. Hart stopped and wrote on Sang Luo's palm with his fingers, telling him that the fog was too thick and he couldn't find the direction.

"Maybe we shouldn't set off in the afternoon. It's so dark now. Why don't we go back the same way and leave tomorrow?" Sang Luo chose to be the first to back down.

Otherwise, he was afraid that the stubborn Mr. Hart would take him for a whole night walking in this dense forest where trees covered the sky and thick fog spread.

It may not be possible to leave the town...

Mr. Hart agreed.

He turned around and took Sang Luo back.

Fortunately, they did not get lost this time, and after about half an hour, they returned to a populated area.

After walking for several hours, Sangshi was exhausted. He took Mr. Hart's hand and said, "Let me get a room. We'll sleep over for the night and leave early tomorrow morning. We can light a torch and I don't believe we can't get out."

After saying that, Sang Luo angrily dragged her mute boyfriend to a hotel to get a room.

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By the way, has anyone else played on Obi Island? When I wrote the last paragraph, I imagined two little bears holding torches and doing a family adventure quest called "Misty Forest"... hilarious!

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