Dreams Spill into Reality

The question was, what could satisfy the other side?

Lao Xia looked at his empty hands, then at his surroundings.

His hands were empty, while all around him lay a farm.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "I understand. I'll work on the farm for free for three days as an offering to the god."

He had actually wanted to say that he would offer the other four people he had brought along as laborers to the god. But once the words reached his lips, he feared he would be beaten senseless by the group after waking up, so he decided against it.

"Three days is far from enough. The five of you combined must work here for a month," the Puppet Man statue said flatly.

"What? A month of hard labor? No way! Why should I? I'm waking up right now. I'm not having this dream anymore!" Yang Xu, the young man from earlier, suddenly flew into a rage.

It was just a dream, yet he had to do a month of hard labor here? He had never even washed a bowl at home!

In the end, he had never truly taken the others' advice to heart. He still thought this was just an ordinary dream where he could mess around as he pleased.

The Puppet Man statue turned to look at him. "Silence. Making a clamor before the god is the crime of disrespect..."

"Oh, what a crime of disrespect. You really think you're something, huh? I'm leaving right now. What can you do to me?" Yang Xu's rebellious temper flared up. He immediately slammed his head hard into the ground.

I'll kill myself! The sight gave everyone a headache.

Then, with a loud bang, the young man's figure gradually began to turn translucent.

"I knew you