The Pitiful Little Thing of the 1980s Compound is a Metaphysics Tycoon
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“No, don't come any closer...”
“Help! Help!”
Wang Shusheng, whose life had been a beautiful dream just seconds ago, suddenly cried out in terror. Aside from his eyes remaining closed, the expression of horror on his face was enough to make anyone's skin crawl.
“Wang Shusheng, wake up! Wang Shusheng!”
Realizing something was wrong, Li Qiuhua hurriedly shook him violently.
But no matter what she did, Wang Shusheng would not wake up.
His movements were so violent that even Su Mo, who was sleeping in another room, was awakened. She pushed the door open and walked straight in.
“What’s wrong with him?”
“Mo Mo, come quickly and look at your father. It looks like he’s having a nightmare.” Li Qiuhua was drenched in sweat.
Su Mo frowned, thinking it was just a nightmare, and still didn't take it seriously.
She lit the kerosene lamp in the room, which revealed Wang Shusheng's deathly pale cheeks.
“How could this happen?”
“I don't know, he was fine just a moment ago...”
Li Qiuhua continued to shake him.
“What are you? Don't come near me, ah!!!”
“I was wrong, I was really wrong! Someone help me, help me!!”
Wang Shusheng's muscles began to spasm—a condition that only occurs under extreme terror.
Su Mo finally realized the gravity of the situation.
How could a mere nightmare scare someone this badly? And why wouldn't he wake up no matter what?
“Mom, go get a needle and prick his finger.”
She estimated that only pain could wake him up now.
Li Qiuhua searched frantically, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. In the end, Su Mo took the needle and stabbed his finger hard.
Wang Shusheng gave a sudden, violent shudder.
Just when the mother and daughter thought he was about to wake up, he let out another heart-wrenching scream.
Each scream sounded like the cry of someone being executed by death by a thousand cuts.
Even Su Mo felt a chill she had never experienced before.
Li Qiuhua didn't even dare to look at Wang Shusheng's face anymore.
“Ah!!”
With Wang Shusheng's final scream, his entire body lost all signs of life.
The room and the space outside fell into a suffocating silence.
After an unknown amount of time, Li Qiuhua's trembling hand reached out and placed it under Wang Shusheng's nose.
One second.
Two seconds.
Ten seconds.
“He’s... he’s... stopped breathing...”
***
The Su Family.
Su Yan opened her eyes in the darkness, a cold smile appearing at the corners of her mouth.
Wang Shusheng was the first person to make her use the Dream-Killing Technique.
She hadn't completely killed him, but Wang Shusheng would never wake up from his nightmares for the rest of his life.
***
Two days later.
Xinghua High School.
Su Mo appeared in the classroom looking haggard.
She hadn't closed her eyes for two days and two nights. They had sent Wang Shusheng to the hospital. He wasn't dead, but after the examination, all his vital signs were alarmingly low. The doctors had even told them to prepare for the possibility that he would become a vegetable.
She simply couldn't understand how a perfectly healthy person, who had just eaten dinner with them that night, could undergo such a bizarre turn of events just from having a nightmare.
She and her mother simply couldn't afford the continuous hospital fees, so after weighing their options, they had no choice but to bring him back home.
The current Wang Shusheng lay on the kang like a dead man, making her feel as though her entire life had turned gray.
Aside from that, she was more concerned about whether Su Yan was alive or dead.
Before the incident, Wang Shusheng had vowed that Su Yan was a dead woman this time. However, she hadn't heard any news in the city about a girl's corpse being found in the streets, so she had forced herself to come to school today to see for herself.
Ma Chulong was already in his seat, but Su Yan's spot was empty.
A flicker of hope immediately rose in Su Mo's heart.
Perhaps that gambler had finally accomplished something!
Time passed bit by bit; there were less than five minutes until class started.
Su Mo's spine was taut with tension as she prayed over and over again that Su Yan would not appear.
Looking at her, Ma Chulong was full of mockery.
Encountering Su Yan would undoubtedly be this girl's tragedy.
Just as there were two minutes left before class, when all the students were impatiently returning to their classrooms, Su Yan's figure appeared.
At this moment, Su Mo could no longer describe her feelings.
Despair, rage, distortion.
If looks could kill, Su Yan would have been torn to pieces by her long ago.
Yet, Su Yan was perfectly fine from head to toe, without even a single hair out of place.
Under Su Mo's hateful gaze, she walked over with an air of nonchalance.
*Snap.*
The pen in Su Mo's hand snapped in half.
Had Wang Shusheng deceived her, or had Su Yan done something again?
“Su Mo, your hand is bleeding. Are you okay?”
Her deskmate noticed her abnormality and was startled.
Su Mo used all her strength to control her emotions; what was this little bit of pain compared to what she had already endured!
After Su Yan sat down, Ma Chulong immediately lowered his voice and said, “Su Mo has been constantly worrying about whether you could make it here.”
“It is indeed rare to find someone who cares about me so much,” Su Yan actually teased back.
“A pity that the girl still hasn't figured out the situation. But do you really intend to just let her run wild like this?” Ma Chulong's stance remained clear: pulling the weeds out by the roots was the only solution.
Su Yan took a deep breath.
She simply hadn't decided how to deal with this person yet.
“How is Ghost Shadow doing?”
There were only a few days left of the month he had mentioned before.
“Its condition is even more serious than I imagined, but don't worry, everything is stable for now. If you have time today, you can go back with us. I'll try to see if I can wake it up.”
“Alright.” Su Yan cared about Ghost Shadow's safety, and she also wondered who exactly had injured it to this extent.
When the bell rang for the end of school, Su Yan and Ma Chulong walked out of the classroom together.
Su Mo suddenly blocked their path.
“Su Yan, was it you?”
Her opening words were an angry interrogation.
Behind the black cloth, Su Yan's gaze looked at her as if she were an idiot.
“What exactly did you do to Wang Shusheng?” Su Mo felt that this matter was entirely the work of her demonic arts, though she had no evidence. “If you have even a shred of conscience, then own up to what you've done!”
Hearing her words, Ma Chulong actually became more animated.
He understood almost immediately: Su Yan must have made a move.
That was much more in line with her personality.
Su Yan had no intention of getting entangled with her.
Su Mo was completely ignored. Her face burned with humiliation, and she didn't even realize her nails were digging deep into her palms.
“Don't get cocky, you monster! Sooner or later, I will make everyone see your true face!”
Su Yan didn't even look back as she walked away.
Looking at Su Mo, who was already blinded by hatred and jealousy, Ma Chulong felt a rare moment of kindness.
“Little sister, why bother? Let me give you a piece of advice: you and Su Yan are worlds apart. You can never compare to her. If you tuck away those twisted thoughts, you might still live a peaceful life.”
He had intended it as a well-meaning warning, but in Su Mo's ears, these words became another form of insult, driving her toward an abyss of no return.
(End of Chapter)