472: Chapter 461: Nightmare 472: Chapter 461: Nightmare Song Yun was completely oblivious to the events transpiring in the outside world.
Because of the battle and physical exhaustion, he had fallen into a dream from which he could not extract himself.
In the dream, countless bits and fragments flickered, encompassing events related to various people, while Song Yun stood from a god-like perspective as a bystander viewing all that had occurred.
Suddenly, the entire world came to a halt.
Song Yun looked around and found himself stranded in an unfamiliar world, surrounded by creatures with elongated legs, arms, and fingers, all intent on entangling him.
He would chop off one limb only for another to take its place, an unending cycle, as if they were determined to strangle him alive.
Those damned arms slithered across the ground like leather belts, winding their way to grab at his ankles and neck, refusing to let go.
Song Yun didn’t know where the swords in his hands came from, but with them, he felt confident as if he owned the world, as he continued to valiantly fight the monsters.
The severed arms and legs on the ground gruesomely sprouted into other types of creatures.
“Ah, all of you buggers go to hell.” Song Yun, leaning on his swords, roared, and the world quieted down.
The monsters had disappeared without a trace at some point, and Song Yun laughed proudly, realizing his words still wielded some power.
Looking at his surroundings to ensure the monsters wouldn’t return, Song Yun, holding the swords, headed towards a direction.
The road here was extremely uneven; every few steps, there was a massive hole, sometimes he could crawl through, and other times he had to take a detour.
Unsure of how long he walked, Song Yun finally saw signs of civilization in the distance and rushed towards it, but the scenery ahead of him started to blur.
Shaking his head to maintain his spirits, he moved towards the populated area.
To his surprise, halfway there, he saw a man in a suit driving a Ferrari zoom past him.
Song Yun gazed at the man’s face and felt a moment of recognition.
He realized this was the first person he had assassinated during his time as a hitman.
“Ding ding ding ding”
Another sports car flew by him, its occupant yet another person who had died by Song Yun’s own hands.
After the first came the second, and the third and fourth were sure to follow.
In a short time, this little road filled with countless drivers, all heading for the city ahead.
“Damn it, isn’t that city up ahead Hell?” Song Yun muttered, only to find that the people who had passed him were now walking toward him covered in blood.
Song Yun licked his lips, tightened his grip on his swords, and bellowed, “I was able to send you to Hell once, and I can do it again.
Come at me if you’re not afraid of dying.”
The people kept rushing at Song Yun, relentless.
Initially, he managed with ease, but the blades of his swords began to bend from the onslaught.
They seemed unsatisfied, some pulling at his arms, others at his legs, as if they wanted to tear him limb from limb.
“Ah!”
Song Yun abruptly sat up to find a group of women looking at him in surprise, and he realized it had all been a dream.
Taking the towel Xiao Qing handed him, he wiped the sweat off his face.
He felt utterly drained, as weak as one could be.
“Did you just have a nightmare?” Li Shishi asked, pouring a glass of water for him with concern.
“Ah, it was just a bad dream,” Song Yun downed the water and asked, “Where’s the old man?”
“Master said he had some matters to attend to, so he left earlier,” Qingluan, peeling an apple, replied.
“When I asked Master where they were going, his answer was rather vague.”
“It’s okay, he’s gone, so he’s gone.
There shouldn’t be any issues.” Song Yun sat up with his head in a haze.
The old man used to be the Black Night Demon, and with two nearly invincible immortals by his side, going anywhere was like cutting through rot.
He didn’t need to worry excessively about him.
“Brother, you can’t do this anymore; it scared me to death,” Song Yuxue came over, holding onto Song Yun’s arm.
“Seeing you covered in blood and carried in by Master, I thought something terrible had happened to you.”
“Don’t worry, your brother is Xiao Qiang, the indestructible.” Song Yun comforted her by patting her head.
“Wang Wang Wang.” Wangcai ran in from the backyard, squatting next to Song Yun and licking his hand.
“Sorry, Wangcai, for bringing you back and not taking good care of you,” Song Yun said as he rubbed the dog’s head.
“Tomorrow, I’ll get someone to make you a nice comfortable bed, how does that sound?”
“Wang Wang Wang.”
After consoling the women, Song Yun sat alone on the sofa lost in thought.
The dream had been too realistic, as if he had lived through it.
Damn it, it seems like when people are kind, they are taken for granted, and when horses are gentle, they are ridden hard.
It had been so long since he had followed his old profession, and it felt like all sorts of demons now dared to trouble him.
However, ‘daytime thoughts become dreams at night’, what exactly was he pondering?
Meanwhile, at Sunan City Airport, a runway had been cleared.
Before long, an Airbus A380 appeared in the sky; no domestic airline had yet acquired this behemoth of a plane.
This Airbus A380 bore no marks of any airline company; evidently, it was a private jet.
In the country, nobody had yet flaunted wealth to the extent of owning an A380 as their personal craft — not for lack of funds, but because showing off too openly was asking for trouble.
As the Airbus A380 settled onto the runway, a luxurious fleet of cars was already waiting beside it.
Soon after the doors opened, several scantily clad flight attendants emerged, lining up by the stairs to await someone.
After a while, a silver-haired man around 1.8 meters tall with sickly pale skin walked out of the cabin.
“Ah, Huaxia is truly a wonderful place,” the man took off his sunglasses and casually tossed them to a flight attendant.
“Li Ya, is this the city where he currently resides?”
“Yes, boss,” the flight attendant replied respectfully.
“According to Mr.
Tom, who’s responsible for Southern China, Mr.
Song Yun has already established a base in Sunan.”
“Not bad at all.
He’s just returned and already set up a base,” the man whispered into Li Ya’s ear smilingly.
“You did well with your response just now; tonight, you’ll serve in my bedchamber.”
Li Ya was briefly shocked, but then, with a blooming smile full of happiness, she replied, “Yes, boss, I’ll be ready.
I mean, I am already ready.
Oh gosh, I’m too excited; I don’t even know what I’m saying.”