Twisted Dreams

Qingshan Mental Hospital.

Chu Chenggong was locked up here.

Just as he said, mental patients wouldn’t be put in prison.

There are two beds in this ward.

Chu Chenggong’s roommate is very strange.

The roommate always hides under the blanket, afraid to interact with others.

Even during mealtimes, when the staff deliver meals to the room, the roommate takes the food under the blanket and eats underneath it.

"What a weirdo."

Chu Chenggong muttered to himself.

On second thought, everyone living in this place is severely mentally ill.

Severe mental illness, who isn’t strange?

Now, in the eyes of others, he is also a weirdo.

Chu Chenggong hugged his arms, curled up in the corner.

His wife was gone, his daughter was gone, only the most awkward corner could give him a little sense of security.

Night gradually deepened, the moon hung in the sky.

Chu Chenggong looked at the waning moon through the window, and the sight filled him with sorrow.

It’s all because he spoiled Nini too much, he bore direct responsibility for her death.

Chu Chenggong painfully grabbed his hair, unable to suppress a low sob.

The roommate heard Chu Chenggong crying, poked his head out of the blanket, hesitated for a moment, then got out of bed and came to Chu Chenggong’s side.

Chu Chenggong raised his eyes, looking at the weirdo in front of him.

The roommate asked:

"What’s wrong with you? Why cry so sadly?"

Chu Chenggong didn’t speak, he cried even harder.

Is it only mental patients that care about him now?

The roommate sat beside Chu Chenggong, and said softly:

"It seems your illness is just unstoppable crying.

That’s good, finally a roommate who makes me feel normal.

You know, I haven’t talked in a long time."

Chu Chenggong stopped crying, choking with sobs.

It was nice to have someone to chat with.

Even if it’s a mental patient.

The roommate started talking non-stop:

"My first roommate was an old lunatic who claimed to be a Daoist, saying he would save me once he escaped.

But he lied to me, I waited for two years and he never returned.

After that I had it rough, they moved other patients into this room.

Every time, I’d be beaten half to death by the mental patients, only then would they move them to other rooms."

Chu Chenggong was stunned for a moment.

This person was coherent and didn’t seem like a mental patient.

But if he wasn’t a mental patient, why was he locked up here?

He said he hadn’t talked in a long time, judging by him always hiding under the blanket, maybe he was afraid to speak.

Could it be that he gets beaten for speaking?

Impossible, right?

Is he possessed or sick?

The roommate exhaled:

"It’s really nice, it’s been so long since I talked normally, it’s really nice."

The roommate looked at Chu Chenggong:

"Even though I don’t know why you’re crying, I think you have your reasons, hang in there, fellow traveler."

Chu Chenggong pondered for a moment, wanting to share his pain with the roommate, he said:

"My daughter died."

The roommate said:

"Oh? Died? Was she raped and murdered?"

Chu Chenggong fiercely looked at the roommate:

"Yes, how do you know?"

The roommate gave Chu Chenggong a sneaky look:

"I figure you raped and murdered your daughter!

Your daughter must have been a slut.

It takes two to tango, you know?

You and your daughter are both sluts!"

Chu Chenggong’s eyes bulged, instantly bloodshot.

His body trembled violently, he grabbed the roommate:

"What the hell are you saying!"

The roommate kept rambling:

"Hehe, was I right?

You raped and murdered her.

Was your daughter pregnant with your child too?"

Chu Chenggong’s mind exploded.

He lost his senses.

He wanted to kill this foul-mouthed bastard!

As Chu Chenggong was about to throw that punch, he suddenly noticed the sadness and pain in the roommate’s eyes.

Chu Chenggong slowly lowered his fist, let go of the roommate, kept telling himself that the person in front of him was a mental patient.

After being released by Chu Chenggong, the roommate ran back to the bed without looking back, wrapped himself in the blanket, and refused to come out again.

Chu Chenggong picked up the roommate’s fallen name tag.

’Diao Haifan.’

Chu Chenggong tossed the name tag aside, curled up in the corner again.

Crying and crying, Chu Chenggong fell asleep.

In the dead of night, Chu Chenggong heard footsteps.

The footsteps came from far to near, each step was powerful and heavy, as if each step tread on his heart.

The footsteps stopped in front of him.

"Could someone be here? A doctor?"

Chu Chenggong raised his head, pupils slightly shrinking.

This was not a doctor, but a man he had never met.

The man wore a black suit, a round hat on his head, with the brim pressed low, obscuring his face.

Chu Chenggong was unsure if he was dreaming.

The door of the ward was clearly locked.

He swallowed and asked:

"Who are you?"

The man spoke, his voice hoarse:

"I’m surprised to find such a strong Desire Power in you."

Chu Chenggong didn’t understand what the man was saying.

The man continued:

"Let’s make a deal. You help me with something, and I’ll fulfill one of your wishes."

The man’s words sounded magical to Chu Chenggong, and indeed, the man’s entrance was also magical.

How did this man appear in this severe psychiatric ward?

The man linked it to the recent Spiritual Energy Revival.

In the past couple of years, whether on TV news or short videos, Spiritual Energy Revival had been covered and popularized.

There were also quite a few derivative films and TV works about Spiritual Energy Revival.

In fact, his daughter had a Cultivation Talent and was specially recruited by the Guardian Dao Major at Imperial Capital Foreign Language University.

Come this September, his daughter was supposed to start school.

Chu Chenggong looked seriously at the man:

"Are you an Extraordinary?"

The man replied:

"You could say that."

Chu Chenggong seized the lifeline:

"Revive my daughter, and I’ll help you!"

The man had a faint smile on his lips, his teeth looking ghastly white under the moonlight:

"Deal. Tomorrow, I will arrange for someone to get you out of here."

Chu Chenggong’s heart was pounding.

He didn’t know if the man was telling the truth, but at this moment, as long as someone claimed they could save his daughter, he was willing to believe!

Chu Chenggong asked:

"What do you want me to do for you?"

The man said:

"Help me host an auction."

Chu Chenggong was stunned.

This man knew his identity.

He had once sworn never to get involved with auctions again.

Now it was different; for his daughter, the oath was nothing!

The man lowered his head, eyes gloomy:

"If the auction doesn’t meet my expectations, you will join your daughter in Hell."

Chu Chenggong nodded repeatedly:

"Don’t worry, no matter what kind of auction, no matter what you’re auctioning off, I’ll help you get a high price!"

The man was satisfied.

He turned to leave, and Chu Chenggong’s roommate suddenly threw off the blanket, rushed to the man, and knelt down with a thud.

Diao Haifan had heard the man and Chu Chenggong’s conversation and clearly knew that this man in front of him was a powerful Extraordinary, strong enough to resurrect the dead!

Diao Haifan clasped his hands, face full of plea:

"Please, save me!"

Three years ago, Diao Haifan had been blabbering online to a mysterious individual with the username Cat King and was punished afterward.

Since then, he could only speak in obscene rhymes, telling crude jokes.

Because of that punishment, his girlfriend left, he lost his job, and he ended up in a mental hospital.

The man glanced at Diao Haifan:

"A curse from the Black Witch."

The man merely glanced at him.

He had no intention of helping Diao Haifan lift the curse.

The man walked toward the door, his silhouette passing through it.

Diao Haifan cried out in panic:

"Please, save me, I really know I was wrong!"

The man turned his head, looking at Diao Haifan’s mouth:

"You can save yourself."

With that, the man’s figure disappeared.

Diao Haifan burst into tears.

Only then did Chu Chenggong realize that Diao Haifan had become this way because of a curse, and he didn’t know how to comfort him.

After a long while, he patted Diao Haifan on the shoulder:

"Look on the bright side."

Diao Haifan opened his mouth:

"I’ll... your daughter..."

Midway through the sentence, Diao Haifan realized something.

He breathed rapidly, made a decision, and bit hard on his tongue.

In an instant, blood flowed.

Diao Haifan felt the pain, laughed foolishly, and picked up the half-tongue:

"Uh, uh, uh..."

He wanted to say that he succeeded in saving himself.

The damn curse was finally broken!