HBWnovel Chapter 317: Coin's second use
Chapter 317: Coin's second use
Chapter 317: Coin’s second use
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“Why aren’t the painting and the Antique Clock in the dream?”
In the living room, Du Wei looked at the wall where the Antique Clock should have been and began to think incessantly.
Before entering the dream, he had made a wish with the Joker Card.
Items such as masks were brought into the dream by him; logically speaking, the Antique Clock and painting, being his possessions, should have also appeared.
But in reality, they did not.
It couldn’t help but cross Du Wei’s mind: Could it be that the Antique Clock and painting aren’t actually mine? Is my relationship with them not as I believed? Or is it that they are incompatible with my dreams and can’t be brought in?
It was possible that the Antique Clock might not belong to Du Wei, but rather, Du Wei belonged to it.
Yet the painting was different.
When Du Wei used the Joker Card, the wish he realized was to obtain the rights to use the painting.
The power of wishful thinking was the most bugged.
It completely disregarded any reason or logic.
There was only the outcome, no process.
Therefore, the answer might be the latter.
“Dreams are reflections of reality; dreams related to curses can indeed clash with the Antique Clock and painting.”
“If they really were to enter the dream, perhaps the dream itself would fail to take shape.”
With that thought, Du Wei’s gaze drifted towards the Annabelle Evil Spirit Doll at the side.
Perhaps it was a problem with the dream, but a layer of dust had settled all over the display cabinet, causing Annabelle’s doll body to appear somewhat blurred.
But Du Wei could feel that it had turned its head to look at him.
Grit...
Du Wei stretched out his hand to wipe the glass door of the display cabinet and said faintly to Annabelle, “Welcome to my dream. When I need to get out, you’ll also return to reality. Stay put for a while.”
The Joker Card was on Du Wei; if he wanted to leave the dream, he either had to wait until the dream naturally concluded or use the Joker Card to escape prematurely.
Leaving was easy for him.
But at the moment, Du Wei had no desire to leave; at the very least, he needed to find the nun and confirm her status before opting to escape.
“But where could you possibly be?”
Du Wei mused to himself and walked towards the doorway. On the shelf by the door, his black umbrella was resting.
The whole house gave him a bad feeling.
It wasn’t danger, but an eerie sense of unfamiliarity.
The floor was covered with mottled clots of congealed blood; the walls were crawling with damp green moss, and the home in the dream felt as if it had endured decades of the passage of time.
If Du Wei didn’t know this was a dream and that dreams were opposite to reality, he would’ve doubted whether he’d traveled decades into the future.
The obverse signified good luck, and the reverse represented misfortune.
Each side had its own Evil Spirit.
They would haunt Du Wei until the day he died; otherwise, it would never end.
“I need a bit of luck to help me find it faster.”
While talking, Du Wei tossed the coin.
He was still willing to bet on his luck, not too keen on wasting the uses of the Joker Card.
Watching the coin spin in the air, Du Wei caught it.
“It’s the reverse side, huh...”
Du Wei frowned but luckily, he was wearing a mask and cloaked in a shadow’s shell. Even if it was the reverse side, the misfortune would fall on the shadow, not him.
The next second.
Suddenly, behind Du Wei, a cloaked figure with a human silhouette appeared. It stood like the Grim Reaper, holding a black scythe, staring intently at Du Wei.
More accurately, at the shadow that enveloped Du Wei.
Crack...
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, causing an advertising board on the verge of falling by the roadside to smash into the ground. A small stone soaked in rainwater splashed right onto the mask Du Wei was wearing.
This...
Du Wei’s eyelids twitched, and he tossed the coin again.
Still, the reverse side...
The lighter fell out of Du Wei’s pocket and struck a stone on the ground when it hit the ground.
Flames ignited immediately.
The shadow covering Du Wei seemed to be scorched, boiling like hot water.
All the misfortune landed on the shadow.
It had nothing to do with Du Wei at all.
Watching this scene, he spoke in an exceedingly strange tone, “It seems I’ve found another way to use this coin. If I can make an Evil Spirit keep tossing the coin, and it turns up reverse every time, it might just die of misfortune unexpectedly.”
After that, Du Wei picked up the lighter, and nonchalantly tossed the coin again.
He was willing to bet on his luck, as the shadow could still hold on...
This time he really was fortunate.
It was the obverse side...
In the puddle on the ground, a broken plank drifted over, its jagged edge pointing directly toward Du Wei’s front-left position.
There, stood a house with an indistinct outline...
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