Chapter 069 Three Sentences Fill the World-weary Villain with Hope (Thirty-four)
The evil god's dream is reality in another sense.
Chen Yunli closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again to see a speeding train approaching. Two large bulbs on the hood of the train flashed glaringly, rapidly darting towards him, seemingly about to engage him in a close embrace.
At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out from the side, grabbed him and pulled him hard. He almost staggered off the track and crashed into a solid embrace, deaf to the driver's shouting and passers-by's screams.
"Clang, clang, clang—"
"Chi——"
The train belched out white smoke and slowly moved away in the mist.
Chen Yunli raised his head from someone's arms and saw the azure sky at dusk. The edges of the clouds were dyed with molten golden afterglow, which contrasted with the sunset glow.
Beneath the clouds, buildings rise and fall in a crisscross pattern. Roads connect the buildings in all directions, crisscrossing and intertwining, with people and vehicles crisscrossing, creating a bustling scene.
"Are you okay?"
The person who was hugging Chen Yunli put one hand on the back of his head. When he spoke, he loosened his hand and lowered his head to meet his gaze.
Chen Yunli shook his head and looked at him with admiration.
Yes, it’s still the pleasing face in my memory.
Chen Wenjian was wearing a classic shirt and trousers, paired with a camel coat and a brown scarf. A bunch of long black hair hung under the scarf, and his slightly fluffy temples made his face look as white as jade.
"So this is your true appearance."
Chen Wenjian reached out to trace Chen Yunli's features, his clear eyes reflecting his handsome features. "He's so handsome! You must have a lot of suitors, right?"
"I am the person in your dreams. If you think I have me, then I am mine."
Chen Yunli pushed his hand away, turned around and looked around. The city scenery that she used to be tired of seeing now became precious and illusory.
His gaze crossed the railroad tracks and fell on the very familiar platform opposite.
"Remember? This is the platform for the train you often take. I've always been there with you, whether you're going to work or traveling." Chen Wenjian took his hand and led him through the crowd. "After you pass this intersection ahead and walk a little further in, you'll find your rented apartment—a very small room filled with our shared memories."
Chen Yunli followed in his footsteps. Along the way, he saw scenes that he was used to seeing in the previous world line. He didn't think much of it then, but now he couldn't help but miss it a little.
“Ding-ling-ling——”
A little girl holding a bouquet of flowers ran past, and the wind blew the bells on the brim of her sun hat, making a series of tiny sounds.
Suddenly, as she passed by Chen Yunli, she tripped and fell straight to the ground. Chen Yunli instinctively reached out to help her, but the moment he touched her shoulder, his palm crossed her body.
The girl fell to the ground, covered in dirt, but she jumped up as if nothing had happened and continued running forward with the flowers in her arms.
A middle-aged woman walked out from the corner of the street ahead. She smiled and opened her arms. The girl called out "Mom" and excitedly threw herself into her arms.
This scene was so real that Chen Yunli stared at his hands in a daze for a long time.
"This is my dream." Chen Wenjian walked up to him, his blue eyes as deep as the ocean. "Do you want them to become reality?"
Chen Yunli stepped onto the platform, looked around, and pulled his clothes to sit down on the waiting chair.
"What would happen if they became real?" Chen Yunli asked casually. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, and the fingers that were clutching his clothes tightened. "Those fake people that appeared in the ruins of Li Country...?"
"Yes, they will become what you call... 'fake people'."
Chen Wenjian raised the corners of his lips, his tone unable to conceal his joy. "They are byproducts of my dreams. I can have as many as you want. If you like, I can also use the projection of this city to cover the ruins in reality."
He squatted in front of Chen Yunli, his eyes filled with a malicious smile: "How about it? Do you want it?"
Chen Yunli looked at him quietly for a moment, then with a stern face, he flicked his forehead with his finger. The sound was crisp, indicating that he had a good head.
"Don't ruin my beautiful impression of this place. My feelings for you stem from everything that happened here."
Chen Wenjian instantly restrained his expression and lowered his head.
He leaned over Chen Yunli's knees, grabbed Chen Yunli's hand and placed it on his head, rubbing it against his palm like a coquettish cat.
"You always say that you were born in my dream and that you are my creation. But that's actually a lie, right?" Chen Wenjian asked abruptly.
Chen Yunli raised his eyebrows: "Why do you say that?"
"Because everything related to me is dark, filthy, and ominous, just like those fake people who were truly born in my dreams. Beneath their beautiful exteriors lies filthy mud. They deserve only to be called monsters."
Chen Wenjian raised his upper body, carefully and attentively outlining his facial features and contours with his eyes, and then looked deeply into his slightly widened eyes.
"But you're not like that."
The nail of his index finger suddenly extended, like a thin and sharp blade. Chen Yunli only felt a stinging pain on the side of his face, and then warm blood gushed out from the long wound.
Chen Wenjian kissed her without warning, his lips lightly touching the thin cut, spreading blood.
Chen Yunli froze in place, numbly feeling the soft lips rolling over his wound, and then stepping back as if nothing had happened.
The wound healed. He looked at the bloodstains on Chen Wenjian's lips, some deep and some shallow, and raised his hand to wipe away the remaining blood.
"What do you want to say?"
"I'm a monster myself. I've never been a living creature of flesh and blood." Chen Wenjian squatted at his feet, lowered his head to touch the back of his hand, then raised his head to look up at him. "So I can't create a real person."
"Clang, clang, clang—"
The train passed slowly without stopping in front of the platform.
Passersby couldn't help but cast confused and surprised glances at the two of them. Chen Yunli saw an extremely pious scene in their eyes, as if the gods were converting to him.
"You don't belong here, and you don't belong to me. You'll leave soon, and I can't keep you." Chen Wenjian said this with a startling smile, calm and composed, as if he didn't mind the matter. "So you don't have to tell me any lies or make any promises, because I don't trust you, and I've already prepared for you to leave me at any time."
Chen Yunli was speechless.
He shrugged resignedly, "So, according to you, no matter what I do, I can't achieve my goal with you?"
"Not really. No need to talk too much, but we still have a deal to make." Chen Wenjian stroked his cheek, his low voice bewitching, "I miss that beautiful dream of the past. If you accompany me to have it again, I will agree to one of your requests—yes, the request you're thinking of right now."
Chen Yunli's heart was beating fast, vibrating violently in his chest.
"You are a qualified... no, an outstanding evil god. It's a pity that you were born at the wrong time, otherwise you would have followers all over the world." Chen Yunli narrowed his eyes, as if thinking about something.
"You promised?"
"I have no room for refusal."
Chen Wenjian chuckled. "Okay. You get to choose the beginning of this dream. What do you want to do first?"
Chen Yunli stood up, glanced at Chen Wenjian who was still squatting, and reached out to help him up.
"First, get out those guys who helped the evil god return to his position and give them a tour of hell."
…
The twelve "saints" who made indelible contributions to the return of the evil god were hung in two neat rows on the street lamps, with their hands and feet tied and their mouths blocked with towels. It was a very primitive method of confinement, but it brought with it an absolute deterrent that could destroy the world.
They stared in horror at the two figures standing in the middle of the road. The once blood-stained, insolent villains were now terrified. A single glance from Chen Wenjian could render them powerless to even struggle, leaving them hanging rigidly like strips of dried bacon.
Chen Wenjian was deeply impressed by these twelve "saints" and was particularly careful when he "dreamed" them, so they appeared particularly "spiritual", just like old friends reborn.
If the evildoers still have souls wandering around in the world, they would have probably fallen asleep by now, locked in these bodies tailor-made for them.
Chen Wenjian didn't even look at them, and asked Chen Yunli, "Are you satisfied with the quality?"
Chen Yunli looked at them one by one, identifying their identities.
The two demon hunters who murdered Chen Wenjian's family and tortured him for fun, the demon hunter neighbor who deliberately caused his escape to fail, the high-ranking officials of the Spiritual Ministry who aided and abetted him, and the butcher who skinned and dismembered him alive...
All the enemies he never mentioned were gathered together.
"It's good. The boss is really a conscientious businessman."
Chen Yunli turned around, grabbed Chen Wenjian's hand, and pressed it between his eyebrows: "Read my thoughts."
"What?……"
Chen Wenjian was puzzled, but the next second, he "saw" a detailed graphic explanation of the Eighteen Levels of Hell emerging from the depths of his memory.
"Did you see that?"
“…I saw it, it’s quite interesting.”
"Then send them on their way." Chen Yunli released his hand. "You've run into all sorts of human trash, and this world is doomed to be doomed. But whether it's fate or not, these twelve 'saints' are the culprits. For you, the unfortunate one, to do it yourself is revenge for a vengeance, a grievance for a grievance."
Chen Wenjian couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Well, this poor fellow is happy to do it."
As he spoke, he looked at the twelve people for the first time. In response to their reactions of fear and despair, he casually waved his hand to create a second dream, in which there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, gory storms, evil spirits and vicious officials sharpening their knives, exactly the same as what Chen Yunli had imagined.
He condescended to stretch out his foot and kicked people in one by one, then listened to their screams for a moment before closing the entrance with satisfaction.
"How is it? Did you vent your anger?" Chen Wenjian gently combed the loose hair on Chen Yunli's forehead.
"Almost."
Chen Yunli nodded, changed his mind, and couldn't help but curl his eyes.
But before Chen Wenjian could ask curiously, he put away his smile and said seriously, "Since you want to relive the old dream with me, then restore the other characters in the dream as well."
"Other characters?"
Chen Wenjian was stunned, and after thinking about what he said, his face instantly darkened.
"I think... some people don't need to be restored..."
"Other people don't have to restore it, but Yufa, you must restore it for me. He treated me to several meals!"
“…”
"Why do you look like you want to eat someone?"
"Let me restore him? Humph, dream on."
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