Chapter 83 Nightmare
To Sang Luo's surprise, Wenbreck actually let him go.
Sang Luo lost her confidence and asked him, "Are you really willing to let me go?"
Sang Luo's original intention was to ask this ghost with his favorite face whether he really intended to let him go.
If so, he would wake up quickly and never have such lucid dreams again.
But in Weinbreck's ears, it had another meaning - he thought that what Sang Luo meant by "let go" was physical contact.
Then he took the young man back into his arms and coaxed him, "If you don't want to, then I will hold you for a while longer."
Sang Luo: “…”
Sang Luo took a deep breath and decided to try to reason with this not-so-ferocious ghost.
Anyway, since he raised the flag towards me, he must have a good impression of me. He won’t suddenly go crazy and kill me... right?
Sang Luo pretended to compromise and said, "How about this, you let me go first, and we sit down and talk, what do you think?"
Weinbreck really let him go again.
As if to prevent Sang Luo from diving into the water when he was not paying attention, Wen Blake sat down on the ground and forced Sang Luo to sit on his lap and hold his fingers tightly.
Sang Luo: “…”
Sang Luo felt awkward, but didn't dare to really annoy him. She moved subconsciously, but found that Wenblake was frowning.
I looked down and saw that the flag had not been lowered yet!
I had no choice but to stay still.
Wenbrake didn't pay any attention to the abnormality on his body. He just thought it was a problem. He looked at Sang Luo seriously and asked him, "What do you want to talk about?"
Such a serious attitude made Sang Luo a little confused.
But he quickly calmed down.
Sang Luo asked Wen Blake: "Who are you? Why did you come to my dream?"
"I'm Weinbreck," the man replied. "I came into your dream because you're interesting, and your story is interesting."
Sang Luo thought, it’s all in vain what you said.
But then I thought, maybe this ghost doesn't have any brains, so I have to be patient and bargain with him.
Then he asked again: "I'm asking about your real name."
"I don't have a name." After a moment's silence, Weinbrek said honestly, "I am a nightmare demon. I feed on dreams."
Sang Luo actually had a premonition a long time ago, and when he heard him say it, he felt a sense of relief as if a huge stone had finally fallen to the ground - since there are no ghosts in this world, then the ones invading his dreams are probably similar to the sleep demon, the nightmare, and other supernatural fantasy creatures that he had seen in Western legends.
It turned out to be a nightmare.
Sang Luo murmured, "The Nightmare Demon feeds on dreams and is adept at manipulating human dreams. It sneaks into dreams with its physical form to attract the dreamer to have sex with it. I should have thought of this earlier..."
When Wen Blake heard that Sang Luo had a certain understanding of him, he was in a relatively good mood.
He was just about to explain to Sang Luo that he was not as lustful as other nightmares, had never had intercourse with anyone, and rarely even transformed into a physical form.
Most of the time, it simply covers the territory with invisible fog, and then at night, it steals the time of the dreamers indiscriminately.
It was not until I met Sang Luo, this interesting writer and talk show host, that I tried to put on human skin for the first time, approach him as a fellow human, and then become the person he liked in his dreams.
Weinbreck was prepared to explain, because in reality, he had indeed confirmed his relationship with the young man in front of him, a sacred and incomparable partnership among human beings.
Then he needs to explain his innocence to Sang Luo.
But then he heard Sang Luo muttering, "...What bad luck! Why didn't I meet the Sleep Demon?"
Wenbrake's body stiffened. The next second, he pinched Sang Luo's cheek hard and asked him, "What do you mean? Are you dissatisfied with me? Why do you want to meet my cousin?"
Sang Luo: “…”
Sang Luo didn't understand and was greatly shocked.
He thought to himself, how the hell do I know that you fantasy creatures are related?
You didn't say that Sandman is your cousin!
Wait, brother, we only knew each other in a dream, or you deliberately interfered in my dream? Can you please not act like you were NTredd and I cheated on you with your cousin behind your back?
"Speak!" the man demanded coldly.
"Because," Sang Luo's words were slurred with saliva as he pinched the flesh on her cheek, "because you are too evil and too lewd. The Sleep Demon should be purer..."
The Sandman, also known as Mr. Dream Maker, is a Western legend that throws sand into children's eyes to help them fall asleep and grant them gentle, sweet dreams. They are the guardian of children's nights and a kind, earthbound spirit.
The complete opposite of the evil Incubus.
Sang Luo sincerely believed that if he had encountered the sleep demon, the situation would definitely not be as bad as it is now.
He selectively ignored the fact that he was no longer a child.
After listening to his explanation, Weinbreck fell silent.
The man said quietly, "Sang Luo, why do you think that the Sleep Demon is necessarily pure?"
Perhaps it was because his expression was too resentful that Sang Luo was instantly mesmerized by the fragility and melancholy revealed on his face, which was completely in line with her wishes.
He asked blankly, "What?"
"Do you really think that serving children or adults alone is the standard for distinguishing between a sleep demon and a nightmare?" Weinbreck sneered twice and said slowly, "I was once a sleep demon too."
"Hmm?" Sang Luo didn't understand what he meant.
The man continued to explain: "Sleep demons are not born as sleep demons. I was once a sleep demon, and I have been for a long time."
"Until one day, all the children in the town of Red Pomegranate grew up, and coincidentally, no new babies were born for a long time afterwards."
"Without sweet dreams as food, and refusing to have sex with boring adults in their sleep, I became a superposition, forced to feed on the sleep time of everyone in town. I hate those boring, chaotic dreams."
"Soon, you came. You brought an unparalleled story, which made me want to enter your dream for the first time."
"I chose to be a nightmare—and maybe one or two cousins from the next town, who are still sand demons because of the children."
Sang Luo sat on the man's thighs, with his wrists tied and cheeks pinched, and was forced to listen to the evolution story of their entire sleeping family.
This setting seems fine at first glance, but is full of loopholes upon closer inspection, leaving Sang Luo, a former radio ghost story host who is particularly familiar with legends, especially rural-themed legends at home and abroad, speechless.
On second thought, it was already outrageous that a fantasy creature from another world appeared in front of him.
In comparison, the development path of their family and the settings of their cousins are actually not that bad?
And that’s not the point.
Instead, Sang Luo said righteously: "It's none of my business! You are the one who wants to grow up, you can't blame me!"
"You seduced me." Wen Blake finally let go of the hand that was pinching Sang Luo's cheek.
But noticing that the young man was very excited and afraid that he would fall, he used the hand he had just used to gently support his waist.
Sang Luo didn't notice at all that the big hand had already fallen on her waist.
He was slandered for no reason and was so angry that his face turned red.
Sang Luo struggled to free his hands, pointed at Wenbrake's nose and cursed, "You're talking nonsense! How could I seduce you?"
In contrast to his excited emotions, the man remained extremely gentle even when being scolded.
Wenbrake took Sang Luo's hand that was pointing at his nose, held it in his palm, and said very firmly: "You have it."
"When you first saw me, you gave me your favorite look. Later, you also gave me a name."
"You had fantasies about me, and I read your mind, so I did what you expected."
"Sang Luo, how can you say that you are not seducing me?"
This time, Sang Luo was completely stunned.
So, this is the real reason why his ghost story was changed into a erotic dream?
According to Weinbrek, also known as the nightmare demon, he came to his dream just out of curiosity.
At that time, I already had a secret love for Mr. Hart, and in my dreams, my thoughts and fantasies were uncontrollably flowing.
Therefore, the nightmare demon who sensed her inner fantasy would not flirt with other female NPCs, but instead seek out male NPCs to inquire about the news of the cave, and try to completely imitate Sang Biao's beautiful one-night stand, touching her and trying to pull her into in-depth communication in the dream.
Because he had fantasies about Mr. Hart, Weinbreck used the appearance of Mr. Hart in his fantasies to confront him...
Sang Luo lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly.
So it was my own fantasies and desires that contributed to the birth of the demonic dream... No.
Sang Luo suddenly remembered that he woke up in time during the candlelight dinner and nothing actually happened.
He suddenly raised his head and asked Weinbreck, "You should still be in the superposition state you mentioned, right?"
“Yeah,” Weinbreck replied, “but the transformation is already happening.”
Sang Luo emphasized: "As long as you haven't completely turned into a nightmare, you can't say that I seduced you, and you can't blame me for letting you develop."
"Sang Luo, you don't understand." Wenbrake tilted his head in thought while describing his feelings to Sang Luo. "Superposition is a very uncomfortable state. I want to fall asleep. I want to... I want to drag the entire Red Pomegranate Town into sleep with me. Without the joy brought by children, and the adults are even more boring, I have almost no source of emotion. This makes me very painful."
"But……"
"But you're here. Sang Luo, you're here."
Sang Luo said with a bitter face: "Even so, you shouldn't blame me for turning you into a nightmare - you said it yourself, you chose to become a nightmare, and you didn't completely transform into a nightmare."
"It doesn't matter." Weinbreck said expressionlessly, "Let's hurry up."
"What? What do you mean by hurry up?" Sang Luo was confused by his sudden change of subject.
"Hurry up and teach me, like Da Piaoliang and Sang Biao, I want to experience it."
As he spoke, the hand that had been on Sang Luo's waist was exploring inside her clothes.
Inside the fleece-lined waterproof jacket, the warm skin was suddenly touched by the cold fingertips.
Weinbreck lowered his eyes. This face was full of affection no matter how or from which angle he looked at it.
In particular, he looked serious, as if he was doing a problem, and slowly moved towards Sang Luo...
But Sang Luo stood up suddenly and hit him hard on the chin with his forehead.
"Ugh..." The man covered his chin in pain, his handsome face wrinkled.
Before he could react, the next second, the young man who broke free from his restraints kicked him in the heart, causing Wenbrake to fall backwards to the ground.
Wenbreck turned his face to the side, and even though the light in the cave was dim, he could still see clearly Sang Luo's last action before diving - he stretched out his right hand straight, with the back of his hand in front, and raised his middle finger towards himself viciously.
And cursed loudly: "Stinky idiot!"
Then he dived into the underground river.
When the body leaps up, it forms a beautiful arc, and then suddenly disappears out of thin air when it falls.
Everything around him began to collapse and shrink violently as Sang Luo woke up.
"Then see you in reality." Before the dream faded into nothingness, the man on the ground also disappeared.
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