Li Jintang opened her eyes and was shocked to realize she had transmigrated into a storybook she had never read before.
The bad news was—evil spirits were rampant around her, currently besieging a defenseless young boy. By the looks of it, she was going to be the next victim.
The good news was—she obtained a “Book of Fate.”
The Book didn’t specify who the protagonist was, but seeing how unusually the boy appeared, she assumed he must be the lead. So she rescued him, kept him by her side, and hoped to bask in the halo of the protagonist.
Not long after, she met two others who had also stumbled into this place. Li Jintang waved her hand:
“Come on, let’s all hold onto the protagonist’s thigh and get home together.”
But… after countless dangers, why did it feel like the thigh she was clinging to was more and more suspicious?
Where did the wary, cold-to-others but always able to turn the tide sickly boy go?
Who was this fellow who, whenever she said she wanted to go home, would pretend to be pitiful—and even personally lock iron shackles onto her wrists?!
Oh… turns out she mistook the villain for the protagonist. The one before her was actually the big bad!
The trembling Book of Fate spoke:
“Child, quick, think of a way—how do we escape from here?”
Knowing he couldn’t hear the Book, Li Jintang devised a little trick and barely managed to escape from him alive.
Who would have thought—the next day, that boy stepped over a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, smiling as though he belonged to an entirely different world than the dead all around.
“Ah Tang, you want to leave? Why not take my corpse along with you?”
At first, when Xie Changyan was rescued, his spiritual power had not yet recovered. To continue receiving her care, he had no choice but to feign obedience and cling to her side.
When his power returned, he abandoned her without a backward glance.
He prided himself on being ruthless and cruel, a master of disguise, never caring about anyone else’s life or death. Leaving came without a shred of attachment.
Yet he never expected—that for the first time, someone would shed tears for him when he was gravely wounded and near death.
For the first time, when he was imprisoned, someone would pierce through the clouds and mists, coming toward him—telling him that she wouldn’t let him die.
But why was there another fool coveting her?
How annoying.
The youth smiled, but his eyes were cold. Very well, then—let them all die.
As long as she had him, that was enough.
When he finally tricked her home, Xie Changyan narrowed his eyes, listening as the girl whispered with that ragged Book, plotting how to escape from him.
