Chapter Four: No Rent Charged in Dreams

people who knew too much tended to become dead people. “Then I'll listen for myself.” Su Li pressed a hand to the ledger. Centuries of laughter, sobbing, and clattering bowls surged into her mind. Xie Chenzhou pulled the book away and touched her brow with one cool finger, suppressing the pain. “Yesterday you learned to find one grain in a basin,” he said. “Today you want to hear several centuries?” “A streamer's habit. The louder the comments, the farther I scroll.” “That habit will kill you.” The bell rang. A round-faced man entered in a wrinkled suit and cloud-patterned tie. He sat down and instantly fell asleep. White mist descended from the ceiling. Tables became school desks, and Mo Tuan appeared at the blackboard in a uniform.