All living beings in hell

Chapter 66 Revisiting the Nightmare

"I don't want to skydive anymore, I hate skydiving." I said to the succubus, "Let's change the activity."

I waved my finger, the scene changed quickly, and the succubus and I came to a Japanese-style izakaya.The master in kimono poured sake for us. The succubus did not pick up the cup, but just looked at me suspiciously: "Even if you want to direct, what happens is what happened, and the event cannot be tampered with."

"Not yet, we are now before I promise to hand over the emotions in my memory, the time has not yet come," I took a sip of sake and pointed to the clock on the izakaya.

The stopwatch ticked away every minute and then suddenly stopped moving.The movements of the surrounding masters also stopped and stayed in place.I waved my finger, the second hand moved again, and the movements of the masters slowly returned to their original state.

"Actually, there's no concept of time here, it's like hell," I said.

"What do you want to say?" The Dream Demon asked.

"Since there is no concept of time, it means that everything that happens here can be reversed or flowed to any place in all directions. Anything that has been done in the long river of time can be undone and restarted."

"Because there is no concept of time, you cannot undo the decisions you made in your dreams."

"Who said I'm going to undo the decision I made in the dream?" I drank the sake in the glass, and it was as light as water. "The first thought of making a decision was not made in a dream. It was when I was a blind young man, Decisions made while awake."

"But you signed the contract with me in a dream."

"Haven't you understood?" I put the wine glass back on the table, "What I want to revoke is not the contract with you, what I want to revoke is the idea I had in the beginning."

I tried to slow down my speech so that the succubus could hear each word clearly: "Because I wanted to see what the world looks like, I was willing to sacrifice the emotions in my memories. Now, I want to cancel this idea."

"How do you cancel this thought!" The Dream Demon shouted, "How can you cancel a thought!"

The blind young man appeared next to us in an instant, with a bloody scar on his neck: "Where am I?" He asked.

"You once had a thought, tempted by the succubi, and wanted to use all the emotions in your memories to see what the world looks like, right?" I asked the young man, and his face was indeed exactly the same as mine.

The young man was stunned: "Who are you, how do you know?"

"I am you," I replied, "I am you after a thousand years, after you have been tricked by the dream demon for thousands of years, but I am not you, don't worry about that. If I call you into this dream today, I will I want to tell you that this is a very bad deal."

"For...why?"

"One, you won't be blind every life, and this contract will affect you life after life. Do you hope that everything you experience in every life is nothingness? A lot of things happened, but you can't feel anything, you hope Is that so?"

"I... I don't know." The young man replied.

"Second, there are many different ways to experience the world. There are music to listen to, fingertips to touch, and food to taste... If you lose your eyesight, your senses in other parts should be more sensitive."

"Yes, I have a very keen sense of smell."

"Why do you want sight so much?" I asked.

"Because...because I've never seen anything...I just want to see what the sky looks like, what the rough bark looks like...that's all."

I took the young man's hand and put his hand on my face.The young man started to stroke the contours of my face, and then stroked his own: "You look a lot like me." The young man replied.

"How did you die?" I asked him, "Why did you have such a large scar on your neck?"

The young man hesitated and couldn't speak. I put my hands on his shoulders to let him feel my warmth: "Speak, you can say anything."

"I...I saw it. I saw it in a dream...but I was so scared...why the trees are like this...the clouds are like this...I dare not look at people's faces, I don't know what their expressions are It was laughing, and what expression was crying. I... I couldn't bear it anymore, I committed suicide."

"If you don't want to bear all this, you can withdraw your original choice." I said.

"Withdraw what option?"

"Retract the idea of ​​signing a contract with the succubus."

The Dream Demon silently watched the whole process without saying a word, until finally he couldn't sit still, pointed at the young man's nose and cursed: "He has no conscience! I have brought you so many beauties! Don't you think so?" Knowing how to cherish it scares me to death!"

Hearing the voice of the succubus, the young man trembled all over: "I didn't know it would happen... I didn't know it would..."

I chanted the golden light talisman in my dream, and the golden barrier unfolded, blocking the succubus from the barrier.The succubus knocked on the barrier angrily, I glanced at the succubus and ignored it.

"If you don't want to suffer the shock of vision and the pain of suicide, you can take back the original idea."

"How should I take this idea back?" the young man asked.

Follow me silently in my heart: "I withdraw the idea of ​​exchanging the emotions in memory for dreams every night. This idea has never existed, and this idea will completely disappear into nothingness. I will not make any contract with the succubus."

The young man's lips moved slightly, and he repeated this sentence silently following me.

"I withdraw the idea of ​​​​exchanging the emotions in memory for nightly dreams..."

"This idea never existed, this idea will completely disappear into nothingness..."

"I will not make any contract with the succubus..."

"I will not make any contract with the succubus."

After reading it countless times, the succubus outside the golden light barrier suddenly let out a scream.Countless white light spots floated from its body, and these light spots were like bright dandelion seeds, piercing through the golden light barrier and flying towards me.The dandelion seeds slowly fell back into the hollow in my chest. I seemed to hear the sound of stones falling into the pool, and ripples rippled away from my heart.

The scars on the young man's neck also gradually disappeared, and his appearance rapidly aged, gradually turning into the appearance of a gray-haired old man.

"This life! I've had a great time!" The old man laughed loudly, "In the next life, let's see it with our eyes!"

"It will," I said, "it will."

The figure of the old man gradually faded from the dream.

I put away the golden light barrier, and the succubus knelt down on the ground, looking at me resentfully: "I will not provide you with any more dreams."

"Maybe I don't need the dream you provided, and my director should be better than yours." I said.

"You will no longer get any inspiration from dreams, this is my curse on you."

"You can consider taking back the curse and accumulating virtue for yourself. Also, my inspiration doesn't all come from dreams. Life itself is full of inspiration."

"You don't have a life right now, you're in this hell, what inspiration do you have?"

The heart was gradually filled with ripples, and the waves of energy shook the body slightly: "Don't worry about the inspiration, you can think about whether you want to take back the curse for yourself."

The Dream Demon gritted his teeth: "I will remember you, writing."

"You have remembered me for thousands of years."

"It's different this time. I will keep you trapped in a nightmare forever, never waking up."

"Hey," I sighed, "humans don't make any artistic judgments on dreams, but I'm not human anymore. Horror movies combined with 'surrealism'? Look at my guests, I'm in It's like that in hell."

The Dream Demon slammed his fist on the ground: "I'm not reconciled!"

"Seventeenth, you have beaten me so many times, it's fine."

"But this time, I lost completely."

I walked over, squatted on the ground and looked at the succubus: "Do you want to consider changing jobs? After all, I have been doing this for so long, so I can give the opportunity to young people..."

"What job do you want to change?"

"Do you want to consider... going to the world to play? You can try to be a director."

"Surrealist horror director?"

"Maybe it doesn't have to be a horror movie," I replied.

The Dream Demon looked at me: "You won."

"You taught me a lot about the relationship between emotions and memory... about what I really care about, what makes sense, I have a little more clarity now."

I paused: "Thank you."

"I will consider the matter of going to the human world." The Dream Demon smiled, "What should I do, hold the pen, there is really nothing I can do about you."

"You can think about it slowly, I need to wake up."

"Hey," the succubus suddenly stopped me, "Surrealism is still cool."

I laughed: "Yeah, surreal, cool."

I woke up from the cold floor, only to find that my limbs were numb, only my chest was warm.All kinds of emotions suddenly surged out, piled up together, churned in the abdominal cavity, and the familiar feeling of emotional fluctuations reappeared—I was completely exhausted by the emotional surge, and I collapsed on the ground—I looked at the ceiling, while Crying and laughing.

——This time, I accept them all.

　Sorry readers, I missed an update yesterday because of my negligence, and today I will make up what I missed yesterday.After that, we will keep updating every day, thank you for your support all the time!

　　
　
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