Bibi Dong's Nightmare: The Child from Long Ago Came for Revenge

"You had things in a bit of a mess, so I helped straighten them up."

Although Qian Renxue had not refused, Xue Tianyu still felt that he ought to explain himself.

"Thank you."

Qian Renxue mimicked the tone Xue Tianyu had used with the young bartender earlier.

The lifelike imitation immediately made Xue Tianyu laugh out loud.

Seeing Xue Tianyu's smile, Qian Renxue felt as though she, too, had been healed.

Ever since she was little, seeing other people smile had always made her feel awkward without realizing it.

She had never felt happiness herself, so she did not understand why anyone would like smiling.

Wasn't a smile simply a way to disguise one's emotions?

Such pretense was exhausting.

But only after meeting Xue Tianyu did she learn for the first time that a smile could be truly sincere.

Only in front of Xue Tianyu had Qian Renxue learned how to smile happily.

This was also the first time she had truly been happy.

Only by Xue Tianyu's side did she feel as though she were with family.

It was comfortable, and relaxing.

So whenever unhappiness built up inside her, the first person she wanted to see was Xue Tianyu.

It was as if Xue Tianyu were a miraculous cure for her heartache.

And as for Xue Tianyu, no matter what he did, as long as he stayed by her side, she felt content.

Qian Renxue did not know why she felt this way, but she was gradually becoming dependent on that feeling.

"I'm leading the team this time to win the championship." Xue Tianyu raised his wineglass. "The next time we drink, it should be after I win."

"If you run into a Spirit Hall team, don't hold back. Fight however you should fight." Qian Renxue clinked glasses with Xue Tianyu, then tipped her head back and drained it in one gulp.

"Once you win the championship, we'll drink for three days and three nights to celebrate!"

Xue Tianyu emptied his glass as well. "Definitely."

Qian Renxue's slightly tipsy, unfocused eyes swirled as the smile at the corners of her lips refused to fade.

The team Spirit Hall had sent this time was the Golden Generation, personally cultivated by Bibi Dong and carrying all her pride.

Qian Renxue was truly looking forward to the look on that woman's face when the Golden Generation she took such pride in was utterly thrashed by Xue Tianyu!

How would she feel when her pride was crushed beneath her feet before her very eyes?

Thinking of this, Qian Renxue's mood soared, and she immediately waved the bartender over.

"Come on, refill ten more glasses for us!"

The bartender approached, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "What's got you so happy?"

"Why are you asking so many questions? I need to cherish the days I get to drink with Tianyu." Qian Renxue made no effort to hide her delight.

Xue Tianyu shrugged helplessly.

"It's fine. Just bring the wine."

Since his sister was in such high spirits, he could only keep her company for a few more rounds.

Night.

Spirit City.

The Pope's bedchamber.

Bibi Dong was already asleep.

Though her eyes were tightly shut, her brows were knotted as if being tugged together, and her face was filled with disbelief.

"No... Impossible..."

"You're already dead!"

In her dream, she saw the son she had strangled to death the moment he was born.

Could his resentment have been so deep that he had turned into a vengeful spirit to claim her life?

In Bibi Dong's dream, she had originally been holding a baby boy in her arms, but in the blink of an eye, his neck snapped and frost began spreading across his body.

She was so frightened that she flung the baby far away.

Yet no matter how far she threw him, the baby would always teleport behind her, crying as he grabbed her dress.

Then the baby's eyes sank inward as pitch-black blood gushed from his eye sockets.

"Waa..."

"Mommy~~"

At first, the baby could still make normal sounds, but as the black blood appeared, his voice became terrifyingly hateful.

"Mommy... Why did you kill me? Why did you kill me?!"

"A life for a life!"

"Give me your life!"

The Bibi Dong in the dream seemed bound by something. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not break free from the resentful infant.

"You're already dead! Stop bothering me!"

Bibi Dong let out a roar and fiercely slapped at the baby rushing toward her, its entire body covered in black blood.

Bang!

The sound of shattering porcelain jolted Bibi Dong awake.

Another nightmare?

"Huff... Huff..."

Bibi Dong sat up. Everywhere her palm touched was drenched in the cold sweat she had shed during the nightmare.

The sweat had soaked through her blankets, leaving her whole body feeling somewhat cold.

That slap had shattered the decorative porcelain jar beside her bed.

Everything in the dream had felt so real.

So real that even now that Bibi Dong was awake, lingering fear remained in her heart.

"Impossible. He's already dead. I strangled him to death with my own hands!"

Bibi Dong kept muttering to herself as she gasped for breath.

Ever since becoming Pope, she had not felt such palpitations in a very long time.

If she had spared that son back then, would things have...

As she recalled the choice she had made, Bibi Dong faintly felt a thorn pierce her heart.

Did she regret it?

Perhaps, a little.

After all, he had been flesh of her flesh.

If time could turn back and everything could begin again...

Bibi Dong pressed a hand to her pounding heart and took a deep breath.

Even if she were given another chance, she would still strangle him to death!

What use was regret?

Only when his son was dead could it count as revenge against him!

At that thought, Bibi Dong's gaze gradually hardened.

Yes, she had done nothing wrong back then.

These nightmares were merely her conscience stirring.

She had already lost Xiao Gang. This heart of hers should have died long ago!

It was still the middle of the night. Since she could not sleep, there was no need to sleep.

With icy eyes, she rose from bed, changed into her Pope's robes, and left the bedchamber.

Spirit City, Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu was offering his final prayer of the day before the Angel God statue.

Yet just as he clasped his hands together, the Angel God statue lit up with a faint golden glow.

As the glow shone upon Qian Daoliu, it gave him a warm and comforting sensation.

"Hm? What's going on?"

Qian Daoliu frowned.

He had not formed a connection with the Angel God. Under normal circumstances, the Angel God statue would not react at all to prayers that were merely part of his routine.

If the Angel God statue had lit up today, then the Angel God could only be seeking him for something!

With that thought, Qian Daoliu hurriedly knelt devoutly before the Angel God statue.

"O God, what instructions do you have for your faithful believer?"

Sure enough, after he asked, the familiar voice of the Angel God slowly emerged in his mind.

"Find... the heir to the Angel God Seat..."

"As soon as possible..."

Qian Daoliu froze.

The heir to the Angel God Seat had always been a member of the Qian Clan. In the past, there had never been any need to search for one.

They had been passed down from generation to generation.

But now, in the generation when Qian Renxue was supposed to inherit it, a problem had arisen.

Someone had intercepted the position of heir to the Angel God Seat.

Yet despite searching for so many years, Qian Daoliu still had no idea who that person was...