I Only Sell Murder Houses

When I saw the huge hole burned into the bed, I nearly jumped out of my skin.

No wonder Song Xiaotian had dumped water on me. If he hadn’t thrown that basin of water, I would’ve been cremated tonight.

But I’d been sleeping just fine. When the hell had I set anything on fire?

Then I remembered the dream I’d had. In the dream, I’d burned down Du Ruhai’s house.

Had I sleepwalked and burned my own bed, thinking I was burning Du Ruhai’s house?

But I looked left and right and didn’t see a cigarette butt or a lighter anywhere.

So this hole in the bed… had been burned while I was dreaming!

No, not just while I was dreaming. I had burned it with magic while I was dreaming!

All at once, I felt a little excited.