Courtyard House: My Long and Hard Body Makes Me Play with All the Women in the Courtyard

She stood barefoot in the middle of the road, and the traffic around her automatically moved around her, as if she didn't exist in this world at all.

She looked up at Su Ting, a slight smile playing on her lips.

“You’re braver than I thought.” Her voice was as soft as a dream. “They all ran away, but you came.”

"You fucking—" Su Ting took a step back, his throat tightening, "Lin Xing? Didn't you disappear? Didn't Lin Wan... didn't she push you out of the dream?"

“He pushed me out of ‘his’ dream.” Lin Xing smiled and took a step forward. “But there’s never just one dream.”

Chen Mo suddenly grabbed Su Ting's arm: "Run! This isn't reality! This world has been corrupted too!"

"Pollution?" Lin Xing tilted his head, his smile deepening. "You call this pollution? But this is the truth."

She raised her hand and gently hooked her fingertips.

Su Ting's cell phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

He pulled it out, his hands trembling—

On the screen was a photo of Lin Wan.

It wasn't the current Lin Wan, but him as a child, with pigtails, being held in Lin Xing's arms, grinning foolishly.

Below the photo, a line of text slowly appeared:

"Brother, I've found her."

"This is impossible..." Chen Mo stepped back, his voice trembling, "Lin Wan's memories have been mostly erased, he shouldn't... he shouldn't still be able to influence the present—"

"Influence?" Lin Xing chuckled. "He's not influencing reality. He's... writing reality."

She slowly raised her other hand, and a silver pen appeared in her palm.

It's exactly the same as Lin Wan's.

"You think he burned the Dream Source?" she said softly. "No, he just... moved to another place to continue writing."

Su Ting's breath almost stopped: "So... Lin Wan, he..."

“He hasn’t woken up.” Lin Xing looked at him, her eyes so tender it made one’s heart tremble. “He chose to become the new Dream Core. He’s using his remaining memories to support a new dream—a dream that allows me to live ‘truly’.”

"You're both insane! You're both insane!" Su Ting roared. "Does he even know what he's doing?! He's turned himself into nourishment!"

“He knew,” Lin Xing nodded. “That’s why he kept that talisman.”

She waved her hand gently.

Su Ting's phone screen flashed and jumped to a new interface—

That was a map.

Chapter 1295 Tiny Symbols

The city was divided into countless blocks, each marked with a tiny symbol. In the center, a red dot flashed, displaying two words:

"Anchor point"

"This is..." Chen Mo stared at the screen, his voice hoarse, "...the coordinates of a dream?"

“It’s the exit,” Lin Xing said, “and also the entrance. Lin Wan buried 365 ‘doors’ in her dream, each one connected to different fragments of memory. As long as you’re willing, you can go in and find him.”

"Find him, and then what?" Su Ting sneered. "Watch him trapped in a dream like a god, living off the obsessions of others?"

"No," Lin Xing shook his head, "It's to give him... a chance to wake up."

She finally walked up to Su Ting and looked him straight in the eyes.

He said that if one day you burn the talisman, it means you no longer want to live in this fake world. Then he'll give you a choice—

"What choice?"

“Go in and pull him out,” she whispered. “Even if the price is that the whole dream collapses, and I…disappear.”

Su Ting was stunned.

"You... didn't you want to keep him?" he asked hoarsely. "Didn't you say he was proof of your existence?"

Lin Xing smiled, a glint of light in the corner of his eye.

“I want to keep him here. But I also want... him to truly live.”

She reached out and gently touched Su Ting's forehead with her fingertips.

In an instant, countless images flooded my mind—

Lin Wan stood in the endless silvery-white space, a silver pen in his hand, writing continuously. Page after page of memories transformed into rules, and streets sprang up out of thin air. His body grew increasingly transparent, yet he never fell.

Behind him, countless eyes opened—

They are those who died in the Tower of Dreams.

It was Cheng Yuan, the missing night watchmen, and all the experimental subjects who were devoured.

Lin Wan rewrote them from the ashes of memory, stroke by stroke.

"He's creating a world," Lin Xing's voice rang in his ears, "a world that can 'resurrect' everyone. But the price is that he can never leave it."

Su Ting shoved her away abruptly and staggered backward.

"You fucking... you planned this all along, didn't you?! You made him sacrifice himself just so you could 'live'?!"

“I didn’t.” Lin Xing shook her head, her voice as soft as the wind. “I was just… waiting for him to make a decision. And now, he has.”

She turned around, her white dress fluttering, and walked towards the center of the street.

"Where are you going?!" Su Ting roared.

Lin Xing turned around and smiled slightly.

“I’ll wait for him at the last anchor point,” she said. “If you go in, bring him back—and I’ll disappear. If… you can’t find him, or he won’t leave…”

She gently closed her eyes.

"Then I'll continue to dream his dream."

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure vanished like smoke, leaving only the silver pen, which hovered silently in the air.

Su Ting reached out his hand, trembling, and grasped the silver pen.

It was cold, yet it pulsed like a heartbeat.

Chen Mo stared at him, his voice low and deep: "You really want to go in?"

Su Ting looked down at the map on his phone; the red dot was flashing, like a heart that refused to stop beating.

He slowly raised his hand and placed the silver pen between his eyebrows.

"Lin Wan," he said softly, "you fucking...just you wait."

With a stab of the pen tip, a burst of silver light erupted.

The city, the sky, and the crowds were all sucked into that slit of light.

At the last moment, he heard Lin Xing's voice coming from a great distance—

This time...

You are the one.

The person who needs to be saved.

Chapter 1296 A Faint Silver Light

dark.

The boundless darkness was like being trapped upside down in a deep well, where even breathing became a hollow echo.

Su Ting opened his eyes, but couldn't tell if he had really opened them. He was suspended, weightless, directionless, with only a faint silver light in the distance, flickering like a firefly.

"Lin Wan?" he called out, but his voice was completely swallowed up.

no respond.

Only that silver light slowly, very slowly, approached him.

Gradually, he saw it clearly—it wasn't light, but a line of words floating in the void, composed of countless tiny strokes:

"You shouldn't have come."

The handwriting trembled, crumbled into tiny silver flakes, and then reformed itself:

"Once you come in, the dream can never be closed again."

"Bullshit!" Su Ting roared, "If you can't shut it off, you can't shut it off! I'm not here to indulge your dreams, I'm here to drag you back!"

The silver light suddenly trembled violently, as if torn apart by something invisible. Then, a voice rang out, weary and hoarse, yet so familiar that it made his heart clench—

"Su Ting... let's go."

Lin Wan emerged from the light.

But he's no longer human.

His body was translucent, as if pieced together from countless flowing words. With each step he took, the void beneath his feet would reveal streets, streetlights, his childhood courtyard, alleyways in the old city... those images would flash by and then quickly vanish.