UTDS – Vol 2 Book of Xun – Chapter 57 Mysterious Dream

Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits

Vol 2 Book of Xun – Chapter 57 Mysterious Dream

Translator: PandaWu

Editor: Drogan

QC: Dray

First Published on Chaleuria.


Chapter 57 Mysterious Dream

“It is true to some extent,” I muttered.

Wen Jiubo patted me, sighing, “Alright, it’s getting late, you need to catch some sleep.”

I didn’t know why, but what Wen Jiubo said made me a little anxious. “Erm, you do have a plan, don’t you?”

“A plan?” Unexpectedly, Wen Jiubo shook his head. “Why would I need a plan?”

I was dumbstruck by what he just said. “How are you going to exorcise the spirit without a plan?”

“Don’t worry. Exorcism uses the theory of Yin and Yang, the balance of the elements of nature.” Wen Jiubo smiled. “The only one who can fix a problem is the one who created it. Since I’m responsible for this whole thing, I’ll fix it.”

I stared at Wen Jiubo. “You once said that the demons were born from the human’s soul, especially the dark side of humans, didn’t you?”

Wen Jiubo nodded slightly. “Yes, I did.”

“So why did this spirit come after Su Xiaoyun?” I asked.

“Well, this is because…” said Wen Jiubo. “It is impossible to fully understand someone even if you’re their best friend. Humans always think a lot, and they believe they’re smart enough to know others think about. In fact, no one can truly understand another person.”

Wen Jiubo’s words made me a little upset. I didn’t want to think about how many things my best friend could hide from me. But thank God Wen Jiubo stood up and left the room before he could see my facial expression.

“Gu Yu, don’t overthink it. Get some sleep and go back to university tomorrow. No matter what happens, tomorrow is a new day.”

I nodded, but he had already left the room.

I lay curled up on the single bed in the guest room, thinking about the horrible and ugly demons and spirits I met in Devil’s Night, Su Xiaoyun’s sad face and the lifeless body of Liang Kaifeng and the girl majoring in Journalism. So many things flashed before my eyes, making me feel like my head was about to explode.

At about 4:30 a.m., I fell asleep. As I expected, I had another weird dream.

The dream began in darkness. At first, I couldn’t see clearly, my surroundings were whirling about. After about a few seconds, it stopped, and I could hear some sounds.

In front of me was a single story house with grey concrete walls. The house was old, the roof was in ruins and covered by thatched grass. In front of the house was a winding path.

Where…is this place? Before I could figure it out, I heard a woman’s high-pitched voice coming from inside the house.

“Er Gouzi! Why are you still like this? It’s been a long time, yet you’re still useless! Do you want every person in the village to laugh at our family?”

Who is this woman? Who is she scolding?

As I was pondering, the scene changed to the inside of the house. I could see their faces.

The woman with a high-pitched voice was about 50 or 60 years old. Her wrinkled face was pale. She was dressed in coarse clothes that were usually worn by rural villagers and a dirty apron. She was pointing a finger at the other person, scolding him.

“How many times I have told you? You are over twenty years old, you should get married instead of painting your stupid paintings! Those paintings are utterly useless! Look at the son of our neighbor Li, he has several cows and many girls want to marry him. What about you, huh? Which  girl would want to marry you?!”

The young man she was scolding looked around twenty years old. He had a crew cut hairstyle and wore a scruffy blue shirt. He kept his head down while listening to the woman yelling.

“Look at you!” The woman grabbed some rice paper on the table, waving in front of the young man, bawling, “Look at these stupid things you drew! Can you sell them for money? Can you use them to find a wife? You tell me!”

I saw the painting in her hand. Most of them were paintings of flowers, birds, and landscapes. A couple of them were of beautiful women. To be honest, I thought these paintings were great. I knew nothing about art, but I could feel the painter’s hard work through these paintings.

Those paintings, if they were sold in the city, with some luck, they could be worth a small fortune.

However, they were worthless in this woman’s eye.

“Zhao Xiangzhi, this is my last warning!” The woman slapped the table, giving the young man an ultimatum, “If you keep drawing this crap, you’ll never be allowed back in this house! Your father and I won’t recognize you as our son anymore! You, with your shitty paintings, can go anywhere you want, do whatever you like, and we won’t care!”

Why is it like this?…

I felt angry for him even though I was just a bystander.

They spat on their child’s dreams, broke all his future possibilities, just to make him an obedient child. Such parents are really horrible. I thought I could understand this young man because I went through the same experience.

On the other hand, it also made me curious about what kind of choice he would make.

As I was thinking, the surroundings blurred and my hearing became muffled. After a few seconds, the scene changed again.

This time, the young man stood in front of a brazier. The dim light inside the house suggested it was night time. The young man was silent as he threw his paintings piece by piece into the brazier, the jumping flames quickly burning them to ashes.

“…Well, he is a prodigal son. Thank God he is an honest child. He has always been obedient to his parents since childhood. He was only stubborn about this painting thing. I yelled at him two days ago and see, he listened. He agreed to go to a blind date. Now he is burning his shitty paintings. When he’s done, I will bring him to the matchmaker and ask her to find him a good wife.”

At that moment, I saw a gleam in his eyes, but it faded quickly as if nothing happened.

My vision became blurry again. This time, the main character of the scene was a young country girl. She braided her hair into two Dutch braids and had a beautiful oval face. Even though her clothes were old and shabby, it couldn’t hide her radiance.

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