What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real?

Under the blood moon, Zhou Cong and Ye Yu played the game they loved most as kids: whipping a spinning top.

Each of them held a locust-wood switch and kept lashing the top on the ground, driving it faster and faster.

The fun was simple, and it was pure.

Zhou Cong laughed from the heart; his bright laughter carried far, far away.

At last, exhausted, they collapsed onto the grass.

"Little Ye, you know what? This is the happiest I’ve been in years. Just like those two words you told me before—dream. You helped me fulfill a dream."

[System: Detected completion of Zhou Cong’s dream. Difficulty: simple. Duration: two and a half years.]

[System: Reward — early-stage Golden Core Realm cultivation.]

[System: First completion of another’s dream — spiritual energy doubled.]

[System: Final reward — peak Golden Core Realm cultivation.]

In the next second, a surge of spiritual energy flooded his body.

Ye Yu flexed his fingers with quiet satisfaction.

This feeling of holding power in his hands—that was what made him feel alive.

Even if the power was still faint, it was a good beginning, wasn’t it?

But why is the duration two and a half years?

Is it counted from when Zhou Cong’s dream began?

Mm. That works out well for me, too.

At least the duration is long.

Ye Yu smiled slightly, looked at Zhou Cong again, and asked softly, "What’s your uncle’s name? What realm is he?"

Meanwhile, in a cave at the outermost edge of the mine.

A glutton was wolfing down food like mad.

It was Zhou Cong’s uncle, Luo Jiange.

Years ago, quick-witted and capable, he clung to the thick thigh of a big shot and rose with a roar.

He became the overseer of a mine.

Mining was already a very profitable way to earn ghost stones.

But the greedy Luo Jiange wasn’t satisfied; he had to squeeze every last drop of profit.

So he started kidnapping ghosts with no strength and no backing, throwing them into the mine as free labor.

It cost him nothing, but it couldn’t last.

Mining was heavy labor. The weak ones, after a stretch of work, ended up with thinned-out soul bodies and couldn’t keep going.

So they had to work one batch, rest one batch, taking turns in rotation.

Which meant he needed even more ghosts.

After stripping the countryside within a hundred li of every unconnected bumpkin ghost, he set his eyes farther afield.

He summoned his elder sister and brother-in-law to help.

He wanted them to scout and bring back suitable ghosts.

But they refused to the death, saying they would not harm others.

So Luo Jiange locked them in the dungeon to “cool off.”

As for his little nephew Zhou Cong, that fool turned into a godsend.

Every year he brought in more than a hundred ghosts for him.

You want to know what a genius looks like? That is a genius.

So Luo Jiange doted on Zhou Cong.

He even made up a beautiful lie to get him to keep luring people.

He said that ghosts who worked in the mine would, after a thousand years, prove the Dao and ascend to become ghost immortals.

"But it’s a secret. Don’t tell anyone, or they’ll think you’re an idiot.

"You just need to go out there and bring back the people who are good to you.

"A thousand years from now, they’ll thank you."

With that lie, Zhou Cong brought them in even faster.

Just a couple of days ago, he even brought his childhood friend over.

"Good nephew—with you around, it’s hard for your uncle not to get rich!"

Every time he thought of this, Luo Jiange couldn’t help but laugh.

"Hahaha—"

[bang]

The heavy wooden door was kicked open.

A stranger led Zhou Cong inside.

"This is your uncle?"

"Yeah, that’s my uncle, Luo Jiange! Uncle, this is my childhood friend Ye Yu. You can call him Little Ye. He’s the best!"

Zhou Cong grinned as he did the introductions.

Ye Yu patted his shoulder and said softly, "Alright, step outside for now. I have something to discuss with your uncle. We’ll meet in a bit."

He snapped his fingers and beckoned toward the door.

Luo Jiange’s gold-medal enforcer, Akun, came over, face like ice, and led Zhou Cong away to play.

He never so much as glanced at Luo Jiange.

That left Luo Jiange utterly baffled.

What was going on? Akun was supposed to be loyal unto death—how was he obeying this kid?

And something about his state seemed off.

Before Luo Jiange could think further, Ye Yu shut the door and, without the slightest concern, walked up and sat down in front of him.

Eyeing the spread on the table, he couldn’t help a quiet laugh. "Well, you do eat well. So—how do you want to die?"

"Kid," Luo Jiange sneered, "I don’t know who you are or where you crawled from. But you’re just at the Golden Core Realm, and you dare spout off to me, a Nascent Soul Realm? Where do you get the nerve? Believe it or not, I could—"

He would never finish that sentence as long as he lived.

Ye Yu had already seized his mind with Servitude of the Gods.

Truth be told, Ye Yu had intended to torture him properly, to show him what it meant to beg for death.

But on second thought, not yet.

There were too many ghosts in this mine. What if someone wanted to lay hands on him personally?

So Ye Yu chose the simplest way to restrain Luo Jiange.

There was another reason for doing it this way: he wanted to read the man’s memories.

To see exactly what part Zhou Cong had played in this mine.

Soon, Ye Yu sifted through Luo Jiange’s memories.

As Wu Dingxuan had said, Zhou Cong had been used through and through by his own uncle.

He had no idea what he’d really been doing.

In that case, Zhou Cong could go on living.

As for Luo Jiange—beast that he was, locking up his own sister and brother-in-law—he deserved to die.

Ye Yu slapped him, casually, to take the edge off his anger for the moment.

Then he dragged the glutton straight outside.

In the mine, the overseer Li Bo—who’d been about to flog Ye Yu earlier—was chatting with a coworker when he saw Ye Yu walking straight toward him. Instinctively he tightened his grip on the whip.

He was ready to throw his weight around, but before he could take a step, a strand of sword-qi punched through his body.

Li Bo’s soul scattered on the spot.

For ants like that, Ye Yu didn’t spare the time for a second glance.

Around them, the overseers’ faces changed in an instant.

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