Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?-Chapter 1083 - 1079: Suffocation

"They’re fighting, they’re fighting!"

Dou Dou clung to Xiao Yue’s arm, her small face full of excitement, her eyes shining brightly as she watched the mother and son.

"What are you so happy about?"

Xiao Yue helplessly tapped her small head, "And from beginning to end, it was only her hitting."

Indeed, Jiakang in the dream just stood motionless in place, letting the middle-aged woman swing her slaps, landing on his face and back.

He neither dodged nor resisted, like an emotionless stone statue, allowing his mother’s anger to pour out on him.

The dream was so real, the punches from the middle-aged woman falling on him seemed to truly bring a dull pain.

She hit him for a full ten minutes, until panting heavily and completely exhausted, she stopped, gasping for air and cursing viciously, "You little beast, ungrateful brat, how could I have given birth to something like you."

As she cursed, she suddenly squatted down, slapping the ground with both hands and began to wail, her cries full of grievance and heartbreak, as if she was the one who had been greatly wronged.

"Mom."

Jiakang looked at her and called out again, his voice calm without a ripple.

"Don’t call me mom." The middle-aged woman suddenly looked up, eyes blurred with tears, glaring at him, "I don’t have a son like you."

"You always say that everything you do is for my own good."

Jiakang slowly opened his mouth, his gaze directly at her, "But are you really just doing it purely for my good?"

"What do you mean by that?"

The middle-aged woman instantly stopped her crying, her eyes turning fierce, "You are a part of me, would I harm you?"

"Yes, you wouldn’t harm me."

Jiakang tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing a cold smile.

"You just want to assert your authority as a parent over me. You always think you’re right. If I don’t listen to you, I’m ungrateful, if I don’t do as you say, I’m stupid, I’m dumb, I’m reprehensible..."

"Isn’t that true?"

The middle-aged woman suddenly stood up, pointing at his nose and shouting, "If you had listened to me earlier, would you have ended up like this? You don’t even have a decent job. What woman would want you? Are you planning to be single for the rest of your life?"

Jiakang’s expression remained calm. After she finished scolding, his long-dormant eyes suddenly lifted, carrying a hint of ferocious strength, and he retorted, "Mom, how many years did you study?"

Without waiting for the middle-aged woman to speak, he continued speaking to himself, his tone carrying a hint of sarcasm, "You, with a primary school education, who never left Qiong Province in your whole life, are trying to teach someone who graduated from a top university, has traveled through more than ten provinces, and visited over thirty cities, about life... don’t you think that’s ridiculous?"

"At that time, conditions didn’t allow for more!" The middle-aged woman, hit at her sore spot, turned red with anger, "And I’ve eaten more salt than you’ve walked roads!"

"Oh? Are you that amazing?"

Jiakang raised an eyebrow, the sarcasm in his tone becoming even sharper, "Then compared to your peers, are you the wealthiest, the most capable?"

"I..." The middle-aged woman was at a loss for words, then stiffened her neck and said, "But our family conditions aren’t bad. We raised you, this ungrateful brat. We provided for you, fed you, sent you to university. We’re no worse off, no better too."

"No worse off, no better?" Jiakang seemed to have heard a joke and began to laugh softly.

"You ask me to look upward, not to compare myself with people worse off than me. But what about you?"

His gaze gradually turned cold, "You only dare to compare yourself with those in worse circumstances, why not compare with those who are better off and more successful than you?"

"You... you’re being unreasonable!"

The middle-aged woman, rendered speechless by his question, could only cover her insecurity with anger, "I’m older now, and besides, can our time compare with now? If I had the conditions you have now, I’d be a hundred times better than you."

"Come on, you can keep lying to yourself."

Jiakang sneered, "Even with the same conditions, aren’t there still so many people living better than you? You also know the environment is different, so what gives you the right to use your past perceptions to guide present-day me? Don’t you think that’s laughable?"

"I might not be better than others, but what about you?"

The middle-aged woman, furious and ashamed, screamed to shift the topic, "Look at you now, no job, no wife. When I was your age, you were already in primary school."

"Don’t use your perceptions to measure my life."

Jiakang’s voice was as cold as ice, "I don’t have a nine-to-five job, but I’m not doing nothing, nor am I unable to earn money. I do livestreams, edit videos, take freelance gigs, not only supporting myself but also buying a house."

"I didn’t buy a car because I don’t have a need for one. I don’t get married because I don’t want to."

His voice suddenly dropped, carrying a hint of imperceptible exhaustion and despair, "I don’t want my children, in the future, to feel that their existence in this world is a mistake, just like me..."

"You say you’re tired, and I acknowledge that."

Jiakang’s gaze settled on his mother, complex and unreadable, "But is all your hardship entirely caused by me? You want a child who scores perfect on every test, who doesn’t cost a dime, and who listens to you explicitly—then you shouldn’t have had me at all."

"You keep saying it’s all for my good, now I just want to ask you,"

He stepped forward, his eyes sharply fixed on the middle-aged woman, "Your so-called ’good,’ where exactly is it good? You haven’t even managed to live your own life well, so why do you think if I follow everything you say, I’d end up well?"

"You... you unfilial son! Little beast!"

The middle-aged woman, shaken all over by his words, couldn’t say a word, only able to vent by resorting to her most basic curses, "Even when I die, you’d still anger me, your conscience has been eaten by dogs."

"You see." Jiakang looked at her coldly, his tone full of disappointment, "When reason can’t convince me, you resort to using ’mom’ to suppress and accuse me. So can you really say that everything you do is purely for my good, and not using me as a tool you can control at will, or as an outlet for your emotions?"

"The world is turned upside down, really upside down." The middle-aged woman shook all over with anger, no longer caring about any image, suddenly pounced forward, grabbing Jiakang’s collar and once again raining down blows and curses.

Tired of hitting, she simply sat down on the floor, starting to roll and writhe, crying and cursing like a shameless rogue.

And Jiakang stood there the whole time, looking at her coldly, without any expression on his face, as if he was long used to these tricks.

Xiao Yue and Dou Dou stood aside, like two quiet outsiders simply wanting to watch without getting involved in the mother and son’s grievances.

But as the middle-aged woman acted out, from the corner of her eye, she caught sight of them, as if suddenly grasping at a life-saving straw, crawling and tumbling to them, plopping to her knees with a thud, knocking her head.

"Little Immortal, Little Immortal." She sobbed, pointing at Jiakang and wailing, "You’ve seen and heard everything, this little beast is treating his mother like this, after all the hardships and torments I’ve endured for him, and now he’s treating me this way, does he even have a conscience."

"You must help me punish him, teach him a good lesson, make him remember this, see if he dares talk back to me ever again."

She cried breathlessly, cursing and pleading, pouring out all her grievances.

Jiakang also looked at the two suddenly appearing young girls with confusion, his brows tightly furrowed.

He couldn’t understand at all why two strangers would appear in his dream.

And this dream was just too real.

He wanted to wake up, to escape, but no matter how hard he tried, he felt nailed in place, unable to open his eyes.

At this moment, Xiao Yue suddenly spoke, her tone so calm it was without a ripple: "Alright, then I’ll cast him into hell, first pulling out his tongue so he can never talk back to you again."

Dou Dou heard this, her eyes widened in shock, thinking Sister Xiao Yue was terrifying.

And the middle-aged woman, crying and howling with all her might, was like someone had grabbed her by the throat, her voice abruptly cut off, her tears still hanging on her face, her mouth wide open, looking at Xiao Yue in bewilderment.