Chapter 166 Husband 3
Wen Hui lay down and quickly fell asleep. The bedding beside her shifted. A crimson, thick substance, like jelly, oozed from the edges of the quilt at a visible speed. It seeped into the gap between Wen Hui and the bed, and in a short moment, Wen Hui was completely engulfed in the crimson jelly.
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Wen Hui hasn't had a dream for a long time.
In front of her, an ancient dark red door slowly opened, and behind this door were her past memories.
Behind the door are my family from the original world——
During Wen Hui's sophomore year of high school, her family's restaurant unexpectedly closed. As the older of two children, Wen Hui's parents discussed letting her drop out of school. Understanding her family's difficulties, Wen Hui agreed without hesitation. Later, her younger brother failed the college entrance exam, and her parents took the money she had saved to pay for his retake.
Behind the dark red door, the scene unfolded. The money was Wen Hui's plan to continue her studies after her family's financial difficulties subsided. But soon after this incident, unknown relatives began introducing her to potential partners, implicitly urging her to support her family.
Dark red lava surged from the ground, scorching flames licking at the hem of Wen Hui's skirt. She stood expressionless outside the dark red wooden door, staring at the woman inside. Having accumulated enough disappointment, she packed her empty bag and boarded the train to leave home.
Another dark red wooden door opened in front of him, and behind this door were the memories of Wen Hui from Lancheng City.
Inside the door is the image of Wen Hui from Lancheng before her death——
The Wen family's restaurant remained open for restructuring, and business continued to flourish. Wen Hui, having been admitted to a university in Lancheng City as she had hoped, was sensitive enough to notice the difference between her and her brother's feelings in her parents' hearts. But since they were her parents, she asked for little, and simply continued to move forward in the life they had planned for her.
A relative introduced Wen Hui to a wealthy, second-married man. His family owned a chain of restaurants, and Wen Hui's parents were attracted by his family background. Wen Hui didn't refuse and started dating him.
My memory took a sharp turn for the worse at this point. The man was a beast in human form, but his wealth made those around him deliberately overlook his poor character. In his eyes, his wife was just a free babysitter and a source of venting. Ultimately, unable to tolerate his beastly treatment, she became depressed and committed suicide.
Within a month of dating him, Wen Hui was dragged to his bed and insulted. After finally escaping the cell, she tearfully complained to her parents, but they accused her of being shameless and instead discussed arranging a wedding date with the man to avoid embarrassing their daughter with a pregnant baby.
Wen Hui listened expressionlessly, left home, curled up in a narrow alley, and passed away before daybreak.
The dark red magma roared and surged, and Wen Hui's lake green silk skirt was reflected in the firelight, like a cluster of new buds breaking out from the barren ground.
The problem that had troubled Wen Hui for so long was solved in her dream. It turned out that Wen Hui from Blue City had just left, curled up in an alley. She felt angry, and boundless despair enveloped her.
She almost couldn't breathe. Wiping away her tears, she stepped into the door of the room filled with weirdness and horror.
It turns out that even if her life experience was changed and her family was not so difficult, she could continue her studies. However, Wen Hui, lost in love, would only compromise more and more, and finally embark on a path that was not what she wanted.
The moment Wen Hui stepped into the room, the magma began to churn, and the corpses in the alley turned into sticky monsters, rushing towards Wen Hui who was completely unprepared. Wen Hui ran fiercely behind the door, but there was no road behind her, only a steep cliff made of scarlet rocks.
One step forward is an abyss with no bottom in sight.
Wen Hui turned around, and the hot wind blew against her face. The monster was crawling on the ground and slowly approaching.
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The scarlet jelly tightly wrapped around the "food" inside. The "food" trapped in the nightmare struggled violently, and her muscles suddenly tightened. She tilted her fragile neck, tightly entangled by the sticky flesh and blood, and her breath gradually became weaker.
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Wen Hui wanted to jump into the endless abyss, but she saw the steep rock walls and the stones that made no sound after being scraped against them. Between being "killed by monsters" and "falling off a cliff and being smashed to pieces", Wen Hui, who was afraid of heights, chose the former.
But she couldn't just sit there and wait for death. She quietly took two steps forward, and it was this clearly unconventional action that made Wen Hui see a human-like look of astonishment in the monster's blood-red eyes. Could it be that it still had emotions?
Wen Hui then thought, would it understand if I begged for mercy?
The monster had a human-like head, torso, and limbs, but lacked the outer covering of flesh, making it appear particularly terrifying and bloody. Wen Hui suppressed her fear as the lava beneath her feet surged violently, emitting a puff of white smoke. She could smell the scent of seasoning in the smoke, and at the same time, the monster let out a sharp howl.
Wen Hui guessed that it was trying to intimidate her.
There's nothing to be afraid of, Wen Hui comforted herself.
Wen Hui waited for a while, but the monster remained crawling on the ground. Wen Hui was tired of standing, so she squatted on the ground. Seeing that it did not react, she sat directly on the surging ground that looked like magma, supporting the red skin with her palms.
Is this a dream?
Wen Hui murmured, "What the hell are you? You shouldn't feel pain in your dreams. Can you eat people?"
The monster's prostrate position reassured Wen Hui. She asked the monster questions it couldn't answer, and as it began to lose itself in confusion, she chuckled softly. The gloom that had enveloped her heart gradually dissipated, and she gazed at the surroundings with a hint of curiosity.
Wen Hui believed that this was a dream.
Since it’s just a dream, what is there to be afraid of?
Wen Hui adjusted the hem of her skirt. The lake green silk dress was the only different color in the dark red environment. She stood up, and the hem of her skirt fluttered in the fishy wind, barely covering her legs. Wen Hui kicked off her slippers and stepped on the dark red waves. The waves felt warm to the touch, and it even felt like blood was flowing through them.
How is that possible?
Wen Hui waited for time to pass in the absolute silence. She thought of Zheng Song, and the stiff, almost awkward "Hui Hui" he'd pronounced before bed. The reduplicated word was a very intimate term of endearment. She didn't know what others thought of it, but every time Zheng Song called her that, she couldn't help but feel loved.
Thinking of Zheng Song, Wen Hui began to consider what to make for breakfast. She woke up early in the morning and sometimes made him a bowl of chicken soup. She could sense the air was thick with the scent of spices, and Wen Hui's thoughts were interrupted by this distinct kitchen aroma. Why did her dreams always smell like the kitchen?
The ferocious monster, seeing Wen Hui sitting relaxed in the waves, suddenly revealed an angry expression and opened its fang-filled mouth towards her. As the crimson waves rose and fell, Wen Hui hugged her knees and waited in fear for a moment, realizing that the monster only threatened her and was unable to do anything to harm her.
Wen Hui stood up and walked towards the monster, but the monster lowered its head and disappeared in a flash.
Wen Hui pursed her lips and smiled slightly.
Perhaps the scene in the dream was not as terrible as she imagined.
The sky was a dark red, the ground felt sticky and sea-like, and the ground beneath her feet felt warm as if heated by a floor heater. Wen Hui felt that the monster in her dream, while terrifying in appearance, was actually weak underneath. She hadn't done anything, yet it had been frightened away. Could it have scurried back to its lair and curled up in shame?
Time flows too slowly in dreams.
Wen Hui was bored and wandered around in her dream. She came to a place with a huge stone. The inside of the stone was hollowed out, revealing a human-like head, with blood-red eyes staring at her.
As expected, the monster returned to its lair.
Wen Hui smiled and said, "Go to sleep. I won't disturb you. I was just bored in my dream and walked here. I'm just looking around, don't worry about me."
The ground here was made of a similar texture to the fine sand found along the coast. Wen Hui scooped up a handful of dark red gravel and placed her palm on the bottom. It felt warmer there, and there was a throbbing sound of blood. Curious, Wen Hui reached towards the bottom of the sand.
She didn't notice the monster in the cave baring its teeth at her. Then, as if someone were strangling her throat—no, her chest—she trembled and fell back into the cave. Wen Hui's palms were warmed by the warmth of the sand, and she began to build a castle with the fine sand.
She had only seen it in videos, never tried it herself. Now, on this barren, dark red sand, her romantic instinct began to stir.
I really want to build a beautiful castle with my own hands to make this wasteland look less desolate.
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The sky gradually brightened.
The scarlet flesh spread on the bed gathered into the shape of Zheng Song. He raised his stiff fingers and rubbed his chest, where there were traces of being trampled. His scarlet eyes stared at Wen Hui's legs as she lifted up the thin quilt. Her insteps were stretched straight, and her soles were slightly red. She was stepping on the dream world woven of monster flesh and blood, moving around randomly in it.
He had just landed here last night, a strange world littered with random "food." He was soundly asleep in his lair when suddenly the ground cracked and he fell in. He landed on the roof of a man's car, and, dazed, he slipped through the crack. Possessing the man's body, the man's lingering consciousness gave the bewildered monster a purpose—
go home.
His wife has prepared dinner and is waiting for him to eat.
Zheng Song's eyeballs moved slowly, and as the sunlight from the horizon completely illuminated the room covered in scarlet flesh and blood, suddenly, the flesh and blood rushed back into Zheng Song's body, and his figure suddenly shook.
The scarlet in his eyes gradually faded, and Zheng Song covered his head: "...Huh? What happened to me?"
When Wen Hui woke up, Zheng Song had already finished his breakfast, which was the toast and milk she bought at the supermarket yesterday. He ate it hurriedly and said goodbye to her before leaving.
"I saw you were sound asleep and called you. It's almost time. Just eat something and I'm leaving!"
Wen Hui blinked her eyes, but didn't wait for him to call her Huihui.
"Yeah. Be careful on the road."
Zheng Song left.
Wen Hui had no appetite for breakfast, so she fried an egg and turned on the TV.
The sound of an ambulance was heard downstairs.
Along with the morning news reports -
"Please ensure you breathe properly at night and sleep in the same room with your family if possible... Due to air pollution and respiratory infections, there have been several cases of death during sleep locally, many of which were caused by breathing difficulties caused by fear. Therefore, experts offer the following advice..."
Wen Hui patted her chest with lingering fear.
The dream she had last night was also very scary.
If she had jumped off the cliff at that time, she would probably have woken up in the middle of the night, right?
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