Evil People Have Their Own Evil Mothers [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 14: Please Don’t Casually Harbor Hatred in Dreams

Chapter 14: Please Don’t Casually Harbor Hatred in Dreams

The dull, questioning gasps echoing in his ears, the scalding sweat beads trapped beneath his palm, the neck-snapping pain from pressing fingertips—all felt exceptionally real.

Xu Jiu could no longer distinguish whether his hands were truly clamped around his own neck. If not, then who was touching him now?

He was losing grip on reality, unable to tell illusion from truth. All he knew was that he had become a specimen easily snapped in Cao Weidong’s hands.

This Cao Weidong didn’t feel like an illusion—it felt exactly like him, every touch vivid and warm, as though real.

The delusion seemed to have taken root long ago, lurking in the shadows like a malevolent spirit, waiting for Xu Jiu to willingly step into its trap.

The karmic debt from once raising a hammer to shatter those specimens now fell entirely upon him, and the vengeful ghost’s retribution arrived in waves.

Xu Jiu’s mind felt as though it had been wrung out. He could no longer think clearly, staring bewildered into the hallucination before him.

He had become a parasitic ghost clinging to Cao Weidong, desperately feeding on the other’s malice and resentment, transforming it into desire to fill his own emptiness.

[Answer me.]

Cao Weidong’s voice jolted Xu Jiu awake.

Awakened, Xu Jiu began to feel the pain in its full intensity.

He started to loathe himself like this.

When suffocating, he thought of Cao Weidong; when in pain, he still thought of Cao Weidong.

Hard or soft, all he could think of was Cao Weidong.

It was as if a tumor named Cao Weidong had grown in his mind, fused with his flesh, blood, and bones.

In that illusion named Cao Weidong, a frantic obsession suddenly surged in the eyes. The hands around his neck launched another fierce assault—this time not limited to his neck, but spreading across his face and body—naked and unrestrained.

In his own delusion, Xu Jiu was wrenched apart by the very illusion he had conjured. Like a dead bird, his wings were torn off, his feathers plucked one by one, until only a bare, bloody carcass remained, submerged in a glass jar of formaldehyde.

Xu Jiu felt the hallucination had grown too terrifying, completely out of control.

He began to resist, until those hands covered his mouth and nose, pressing him back into the darkness. Then, he chose to surrender.

Above him hung a rusty, worn-out hammer, its red paint obscured by thick, dripping blood. Drip by drip, it fell onto Xu Jiu’s face, tracing a path like a tear beneath his eye.

The blood was blindingly crimson, flooding his vision. Just as he managed to look away, Cao Weidong’s pitch-black pupils seized him, stripping him bare.

Extreme red and black overwhelmed Xu Jiu’s reason.

The hands around his neck loosened, offering a sliver of a chance to survive.

But Xu Jiu, in turn, gripped the other’s arm and let out an unrestrained roar:

Kill me! Kill me! Kill me!

In Xu Jiu’s hallucination, Cao Weidong still wore that calm expression—only this time, beneath the calm lay a hint of mocking scrutiny.

Summoning his courage, Xu Jiu actively grabbed the cold, illusory cheeks and tugged them upward, forcing a strained, ugly smile onto Cao Weidong’s face.

The illusion froze for a moment, briefly dazed. That smile, forcibly stretched by Xu Jiu, clung to the phantom’s face like a grotesque mask, lingering for a long, long time.

[Answer me.]

The illusion, growing impatient, now demanded an answer from Xu Jiu.

Xu Jiu paid no heed, completely immersed in self-satisfaction.

He tilted his head back, tightening his grip around Cao Weidong’s hand as it constricted his throat.

The passage of time was indistinct in the darkness—it felt like both an eternity and merely a moment.

Yet Xu Jiu dared not open his eyes, remaining steadfast in his inner darkness while fixating on that illusion.

The illusion stared back at him, more like a venomous spider lurking in the shadows.

Two entities—or perhaps one human and one ghost.

Even now, separated by distance without physical contact, their gazes remained tethered like spider silk buried deep within each other’s pupils.

And so, for the first time in ages, Xu Jiu naturally drifted into tranquil sleep without needing so-called love and care.

Wake up.

Hearing the voice, Xu Jiu wearily opened his eyes to dancing spots of light.

Amid the kaleidoscopic stars, he discerned the tall, dark figure hiding behind them.

This was no dream.

The figure wore garments of black, white, and gray, spoke in clipped tones, stood tall and broad-shouldered, with scar-riddled forearms visible beneath the sleeves—

Suddenly, Xu Jiu couldn’t bring himself to look up.

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