Chapter 112: The Sister-in-Law in Need of Treatment

The bloodstained pencil suddenly floated up into the air, as if drawn by an inexplicable force, shooting outward through the void—and was finally caught by a pale, slender hand.

Camon stared at his empty grasp, and at that moment, a surge of anger welled up inside him like a roaring tide.

"Damn it!"

A cooked duck flying right before one's eyes—who wouldn’t be furious?

After planning for so long, finally about to obtain this mysterious forbidden artifact, only for someone else to snatch it away—this feeling was utterly unbearable.

Killing intent surged fiercely. Camon spun around abruptly, his golden hair flying, his beard twisted into a grimace of ferocity.

In the distance, a tall, slender figure clad in a black trench coat strode along a hallway lined with luxurious carpet, examining the bloodstained pencil that had suddenly landed in his hand.

In truth, Du Fang himself was a little stunned.

He hadn’t expected a pencil to suddenly dart into his hand without explanation.

But soon, Du Fang recovered.

After all, in his dream-spirit perception, the pencil radiated a familiar aura—that of his sister-in-law.

In other words, this pencil was the forbidden artifact carrying the will of his sister-in-law?

Du Fang glanced to his side.

His sister-in-law, with long straight black hair, linked her arm through his, blinking her pure, wide eyes and smiling, “Thanks to you, brother-in-law, for saving me from danger.”

“I was so scared just now.”

“That bearded man was so ugly. If he caught me, I’d have no choice but to kill him—I was really scared.”

She spoke timidly.

Du Fang: “…”

Where on earth do you look scared?

His sister-in-law… was seriously unwell.

Still, as the forbidden artifact carrying her will, Du Fang naturally could not let it go.

So, he slipped the bloodstained pencil into his pocket.

A look of falsely relieved ease appeared on his sister-in-law’s pure face.

Du Fang smiled faintly and paid no attention to Camon at the other end of the corridor, whose face twitched with fury.

With a slight movement of his mind, a panel suddenly popped up in his retina.

…

A Loving Family

Head of Household: Du Fang

Age: 20

Dream Spirit: 10,000

Items: Aunt’s Playing Cards, Aunt’s Tea, Sister-in-law’s Pen

Skills: Wild Slash, Red Robe Form (usable), Little Pig Qiqi (usable)

Members: Luoluo (daughter), Yaya (wife, 10% completeness), Susu (sister-in-law, under treatment), (missing), (missing)…

Mission: Strive for family reunion and happiness; please locate the missing family members

…

Looking at the information that popped up in his retina, Du Fang first checked his basic stats and couldn’t help but feel delighted.

After this sudden dream calamity, his dream spirit intensity had directly soared from 9,000 to 10,000 points.

This meant his dream spirit strength could now rival that of a genuine upper-tier Dreamwalker.

Furthermore, in the family members section, there was now an entry for his sister-in-law—not in an incomplete form like his wife’s, so no need for collection, though she still required treatment.

Du Fang thought that made perfect sense.

The bloodstained pencil he had just caught became his new item, just like the aunt’s playing cards and tea…

Tools he could use anytime.

Without a doubt, this dream calamity had slowly increased Du Fang’s power.

This gradual strengthening made him feel fulfilled… genuinely happy.

The only pity was that he hadn’t yet extracted any skills from his sister-in-law.

That puzzled Du Fang.

He then opened the sister-in-law’s information panel.

…

Sister-in-law: Susu

Age: 18

Dream Spirit: ???

Affection: 30/100 (↓)

Item: Cursed Pen

[Susu’s small wishes: 1. To have a candlelight dinner with brother-in-law atop the tallest building in the world; 2. For brother-in-law to one day paint a picture for her; 3. To stand with brother-in-law on the moon and pluck stars]

…

Du Fang: “???”

Was he seeing things?

What the hell?

Why was the affection between him and his sister-in-law only 30 points?

Thirty?!

This was unreasonable!

He felt the bond with this sickly sister-in-law was nearly corrupted.

She seemed ready to devour him…

Suddenly, Du Fang understood.

His sister-in-law truly intended to eat him!

His face darkened. He had thought their affection might reach a high level, but this was utterly absurd.

“Looks like… I need to properly nurture the affection with my sister-in-law.”

“And speed up her treatment!”

Du Fang muttered.

Fortunately, he could improve their bond by fulfilling her wishes.

But after reading them, he quickly covered his face.

The first two wishes were somewhat normal…

But what was that third wish?

Standing on the moon to pluck stars…

Could it not be so overwhelmingly romantic?

Should he add one about holding hands and standing shoulder to shoulder with the sun?

Du Fang’s expression flickered as he turned to the sister-in-law holding his wrist, her pure face twisted with an impulse that screamed “I want to eat you”…

The world of the sickly beloved…

Impossible to understand.

…

Step by step, Camon advanced, staring coldly at Du Fang calmly pocketing the pencil, his face twitching with rage.

“Hand over the forbidden artifact!”

“This pen… you can’t control it!”

Camon said darkly.

Yet…

Du Fang said nothing, standing there with vacant eyes, his expression shifting constantly.

Camon’s mouth twitched more and more.

What was this guy up to?

Ignoring him?

Had the will inside the forbidden artifact possessed Du Fang’s body?

Impossible…

No one had heard of such a thing.

“Seeking death!”

Killing intent surged again.

No longer wasting words, Camon charged.

He sensed the dream spirit fluctuations around them rapidly fading—meaning the dream calamity engulfing the entire estate was lifting.

His greatest advantage was gone!

Camon’s ability allowed him to walk through dream calamities without being consumed.

But if the calamity vanished, so did his edge.

Besides, maintaining the calamity shield for his squad had drained him immensely.

His power was now cooling down.

Still, looking at Du Fang’s slender frame, Camon didn’t take him too seriously.

He also sensed no strong dream spirit fluctuations from him.

Clearly, he wasn’t a powerful Dreamwalker.

If not powerful, then just trash!

Boom!

Camon lunged forward, swinging his saber, spinning blade flowers.

As he neared Du Fang, he reversed the grip, wielding the saber like a dagger, slashing fiercely.

Dream spirit spread from his brow, enveloping the saber and boosting its destructive force to the level expected of an upper-tier Dreamwalker.

Camon was an upper-tier Dreamwalker himself.

Even lacking strong auxiliary abilities, this strike’s killing power was explosive and deadly.

Sneaking up on a daydreaming youth—

Almost guaranteed success!

No way!

Du Fang’s eyes snapped open, clear and focused.

He watched Camon’s saber, wrapped in dream spirit, swing down hard.

Du Fang frowned slightly.

He lifted a finger and lightly tapped forward.

Air manipulation!

In an instant!

Camon felt the air ripple like a stone dropped into a pool.

The air before Du Fang stacked up with a dull roar—

It transformed into a transparent wall!

Compressed air gathered, forming an air shield!

Camon’s saber struck it, sounding like chopping against a solid concrete wall!

“Defensive Dreamwalker?”

Camon’s eyes narrowed sharply. He swiftly pulled back and lunged for Du Fang’s back, aiming to bypass the air wall and strike from behind.

Yet no matter how he swung, the air wall perfectly blocked every attack!

Camon desperately hacked away.

Du Fang paid him little mind.

Putting aside the sister-in-law’s situation, the sudden dream calamity and the appearance of these foreign Dreamwalkers had already aroused Du Fang’s suspicion.

Most importantly,

Du Fang looked at the Dreamwalkers and guards whose throats had been mysteriously slit in their sleep.

His gaze toward Camon grew colder.

Battle experience was the fastest way to improve skill!

Though Du Fang was still unfamiliar with air manipulation, after repeatedly forming air walls, he had grasped the ability.

Du Fang raised his hand and clenched it tightly.

He compressed the surrounding air and hurled it at Camon.

Camon, mid-dive, suddenly felt the oppressive weight of the air, slowing his movements as if sinking into quicksand.

His eyes narrowed—this was a tough opponent!

Especially since this young Dreamwalker was an upper-tier one!

Damn!

Such a young upper-tier Dreamwalker?!

Pfft!

Du Fang didn’t even need the wife’s hand embedded tool.

Using pure body techniques, he pummeled Camon, stuck in the air swamp and moving sluggishly, until his face was bruised and swollen!

Finally, he snatched Camon’s saber, pressed it against his neck, and pinned him to the ground.

It was effortless—he didn’t even use his full strength.

No Red Robe Form, no perfect body technique from the wife’s hand.

Du Fang had simply relied on his own strength to defeat an upper-tier Dreamwalker.

Camon knelt face down on the ground, unable to move.

“Who sent you to kill?”

Du Fang held the saber against Camon’s neck, drawing a thin, bleeding cut as he asked calmly.

Cold sweat dripped from Camon’s forehead.

“I won’t say… It’s the professional code of a hired Dreamwalker.”

Camon gritted his teeth, refusing to yield.

Du Fang tilted his head.

“Good you won’t talk—it’s easier for both of us. Besides, I’m not interested anyway.”

“Leave.”

Camon: “...?”

Not going to interrogate me further?

If you did, I’d say it!

Hired Dreamwalkers still have some pride!

“You can’t kill me! I’m a foreign Dreamwalker from the Federation! I’m here on a registered mercenary security mission. If you kill me, the Federation won’t let it go!”

“Also, my brother is a national-level Federation Dreamwalker. Killing me will cause big trouble!”

Camon hurriedly threatened.

Du Fang expressionless.

He glanced at the two guards at the door, their throats slit.

Then, with a sudden force, he dragged his saber across.

Splat!!!

Blood sprayed.

Camon’s eyes widened as he clutched his neck, life rapidly draining away.

Du Fang felt little discomfort.

He casually tossed the saber aside and said coldly, “You come to our land and kill our Dreamwalkers, and we’re not allowed to kill your Federation’s Dreamwalkers?”

“What were you thinking?”

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