Free Web NovelChapter 295: Chapter 293: The Book of Life and Death is Made Up?
Prompted by the director, Zhao Qi could no longer stay silent. "The Qin Family is a large, prestigious clan. To ordinary people, they’re seen as a prominent family—the top-tier kind."
Xu Jiali listened in surprise. Although she knew they were rich, she hadn’t expected them to be a prestigious, top-tier family.
"If this Qin Yun has such a powerful background, why is she targeting Sister Wen Ying?"
No one knew the answer, but everyone could tell she seemed very interested in Doctor Wen.
’Or maybe she came specifically for Doctor Wen?’
’People from prominent families are just that capricious.’
"I really don’t know about that, but how could a figure like Doctor Wen be affected by such trivial matters and small-time people?"
Director Wen said with a smile. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
After the topic was dropped, the atmosphere on set shifted again.
"Xu Yiran is missing, and we can’t get in touch with Doctor Wen. I don’t even know if we can start filming tomorrow."
The director was melancholic.
Meanwhile, Wen Ying had met up with the monkeys and squirrels, with Little White and Kong Jian in tow.
They were heading in the direction the Monkey Boss had pointed out.
Along the way, Kong Jian held tightly onto Wen Ying’s hand.
They walked for about fifty minutes along hidden paths that ordinary people wouldn’t be able to find.
It was a dense forest, with branches intertwined overhead. Occasionally, a sliver of sunlight would pierce through the gaps.
The air was also somewhat muggy.
This seemed especially pronounced in their current location.
"Fog! Does everyone see the fog?" Little White was the first to speak.
A light mist appeared before them—a thin, sparse fog, advancing very slowly.
It only shrouded a small area in front of them, but it was definitively there.
The mist was very thin and about three meters away from them.
They could clearly see the environment around the mist, and it didn’t seem any different from the rest of the forest.
Nevertheless, everyone cautiously came to a halt.
The squirrels and monkeys, perched on the branches of a large tree, also stopped advancing.
"I’ll go take a look. You all wait for me here," Wen Ying said, preparing to step forward.
There was no poisonous gas in the mist; Wen Ying had been able to sense and determine this the moment they saw it.
’So the danger is likely something else, something that exists within the mist?’
Wen Ying had only taken two steps when Kong Jian, refusing to let go of her hand, said, "Liger, I’m going too."
"Master, I’m going too," Little White chimed in, not wanting to be left behind. "I’m a Fox Immortal. A small problem like this won’t be any danger to me."
But Wen Ying had told him that if anything happened, she would need Little White to go inform the film crew.
So naturally, Little White had to wait outside.
Wen Ying looked at Kong Jian. She had originally intended to persuade him to wait here for her, but his glistening eyes were filled with determination and a fear—a fear that his Liger would abandon him.
Wen Ying couldn’t bring herself to say the words of refusal.
Taking Kong Jian’s hand, they walked together toward the thin mist.
"Immortal Xiao Bai, your master will be alright, won’t she?"
The Monkey Boss had just voiced the question when he was rewarded with a ’loving’ slap from Little White—right on the back of his head!
"Say something auspicious, you hear!"
Honestly, Little White was also a little uneasy. The mist didn’t look dangerous, but for some reason, he had a nagging feeling that something was lurking deep within it.
The monkey clutched the back of his head. A squirrel standing nearby saw this and immediately shut its eyes.
’I saw nothing, I saw nothing. I did not see the Monkey Boss’s embarrassing moment.’
"But there really is something in the mist! One of our monkeys, Little White, wandered in by mistake, and when he came back, he was driven mad. He kept muttering ’I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die,’ and something about the underworld’s Book of Life and Death."
The first part of his story was true. The part about the underworld’s Book of Life and Death, however, was something the Monkey Boss had just made up.
A mysterious legend had long been passed down among the monkeys.
According to the legend, the progenitor of all monkeys was an incredibly powerful monkey—a stone monkey, but a monkey nonetheless.
This monkey ancestor possessed heaven-defying abilities; he could blot out the sky, swap out the sun, and overturn rivers and seas.
The legend said this ancestor even descended into the underworld, found the Book of Life and Death hidden there, and struck out the names of all monkeys.
From that day forward, monkeys were able to live forever.
They had always treated this legend as just a story.
After all, the old monkeys around them grew old and died, one by one.
The same happened to their friends and family.
It was like a cycle, so the legend remained just a legend.
He had just recalled the legend a moment ago and decided to make use of it.
He hoped his ancestor would forgive him for this necessary embellishment.
"The Book of Life and Death?" Little White, who had been completely uninterested, froze upon hearing those words. ƒreewebɳovel.com
What was the Book of Life and Death?
Perhaps in the eyes of most creatures, the Book of Life and Death was just a story—a tale elders told to amuse their children.
A work of fiction.
As the legend goes: if King Yan decrees you die at the third watch, no one dares keep you alive until the fifth.
This meant that the dates of every person’s birth and death were fixed and recorded in the Book of Life and Death, and no one could escape this fate.
On the day of your death, the underworld’s Black and White Impermanence, or perhaps other Yin Cha, would come to reap your soul.
Once any living thing lost its soul, its body would decay, becoming an inanimate object.
As Great Immortals worshipped by the common folk, Little White’s clan naturally knew things that ordinary animals did not.
They also knew some of the secrets of the Mortal World.
Although Little White was young and had been asleep for so many years...
...as a kit, he had heard this kind of story a hundred times over.
The Book of Life and Death... no creature could escape it.
Of course, becoming a true Immortal might be an exception.
’But becoming an Immortal?’
In Little White’s memory, there were no Immortals.
Even if they were called household gods like the Fox Immortal or the Yellow Immortal.
They weren’t true Immortals. They were just beings with a few tricks who, in their desire to achieve immortality, had taken on a delusional title.
’But if the Book of Life and Death truly exists, does that mean the legendary Immortals exist as well?’
"Immortal Xiao Bai knows about the Book of Life and Death?"
The Monkey Boss’s body trembled. He asked the question, afraid but forcing himself to appear calm.
"I do."
Those two simple words made the Monkey Boss’s body tremble once more.
’It’s over, it’s over. If Immortal Xiao Bai finds out I was spouting nonsense, will he even let me live?’
’If I confess now, will Immortal Xiao Bai forgive me?’
’I can take a punishment, just please don’t kill me!’
Just as the Monkey Boss was lost in his fearful, wild thoughts, he heard Little White’s voice. "That monkey who went crazy, is he still around? I want to ask him some questions."
The Monkey Boss: "..."
’Is it too late to say he’s already dead?’
But looking into Little White God’s eyes, the Monkey Boss burst out crying with a WAH.
"Shut up!" Little White roared.
The Monkey Boss immediately fell silent.
"Don’t stand here chirping and yelling before Master gets back!"
The Monkey Boss nodded, trembling.
After a moment of silence, and then another, the Monkey Boss finally succumbed to the immense pressure in his heart. With a THUD, he fell to his knees in front of Little White.
"Bai Daxian! I... I... The part about the Book of Life and Death... I made it up!"
