Scumbag, Liar

"Mother!"

Nangong Meng and the little boy cried out in terror, trembling with fear!

Their faceless visages twisted together. One could only imagine how terrified they were inside, and how deeply they hated Zhao Han.

They couldn't understand how their family, perfectly fine just moments ago, could have been so cruelly killed in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Han slowly stepped forward, glaring at the little boy as he snarled, "You're next!"

"You're the one who caused all this, trapping my Xiao Meng in a nightmare."

"Once you're dead, everything will return to peace!"

A chill flashed through Zhao Han's eyes as he brought his hand down like a blade.

"Don't!" Nangong Meng cried out.

But Zhao Han acted decisively. With one swift, precise, and ruthless chop, he severed the faceless boy's head.

The bloody head rolled to a stop beside Nangong Meng. Trembling, she picked it up in disbelief.

"Waaah..."

A sob escaped her. Nangong Meng's faceless visage twisted horribly.

"Now, let me, the villain, save you, Xiao Meng."

Zhao Han turned to Nangong Meng and slowly walked toward her.

Then, in one swift motion, his hand came down like a blade, and he played the villain, chopping Nangong Meng to death in the dream.

As Nangong Meng's faceless visage rolled to the ground, countless distorted faces suddenly appeared all around them. They wore all sorts of expressions, each one terrifying and uncanny.

Then the faces vanished, and Zhao Han realized that he, too, was slowly disappearing.

When his vision cleared, Zhao Han had returned to the death point beneath the ancient well in the Yun Family ruins.

This place was still a dream.

What had just happened was only Nangong Meng's personal dream within a dream, and had little to do with the Nightmare.

Holding Nangong Meng