Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 2 A visitor arrives at midnight.

Looking at the old and mottled booklet on the table, Zheng Que's consciousness was hazy and he just sat there in a daze.

A cold wind wrapped in a chilly fog poured in continuously from the breach, visibility dropped rapidly, darkness surged like a tide, shouting and swallowing up the surroundings bit by bit.

Gradually, the remaining outline of the main hall disappeared; the armchair disappeared; the long table disappeared... Only the book with the words "Book of Life and Death" was floating alone in the darkness.

Zheng Que felt confused and thought that he should do something, but his thinking was extremely slow, and every thought was very difficult. He could only stare blankly at the three blood words.

I don’t know how long it took, but darkness climbed up the cover of the booklet like smoke, quickly soaking the yellowed pages into ink, and then swirled around to the bloody words.

When the last bloody word was submerged in darkness, Zheng Que suddenly sat up from the bed. In front of him was a familiar room with a bed, a table, a chair, a cabinet, and a bamboo clothes hanger in the corner with two coats on it. It was his bedroom.

There was no light in the room, and the moonlight shone in through the back window, covering the ground with clear frost.

He was breathing heavily, cold sweat quickly sliding down his forehead, soaking his inner clothes in the blink of an eye.

Looking around, Zheng Que frowned.

It’s this dream again…

After crossing into this world, he often had this dream.

Everything in the dream was very vague, only the yellowed book of life and death left him with a very clear memory.

But every time in the dream, his consciousness was very unclear, like a piece of wood, not knowing what to do, just sitting in front of the table until he woke up.

In addition, perhaps because of this dream, he has been particularly sensitive to "death" since he was a child.

He was able to choose the right one from the seven bowls of wine during the day because of his extraordinary intuition about death...

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a knock on the door.

Boom boom boom!
"Disciple, come out quickly and follow me back to the mountain!"

A familiar voice came from outside the door.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Que immediately recognized that this was the voice of the gray-robed old man who had accepted him as his disciple during the day.

He came to his senses and did not dare to neglect it. He quickly responded, "Yes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Que suddenly felt his heart sink, as if a strong chill descended from the darkness and tightly enveloped his entire body.

He was about to get out of bed and put on his shoes when he froze.

He was very familiar with this sudden coldness.

This is the breath of death!
next moment……

creak.

The door, which was locked tightly, was pushed open by something. The moonlight outside the door was like water, and no figure could be seen. Only a gust of cold wind was blowing and whistling into the room.

Tap, tap, tap... The sound of footsteps can be clearly heard, coming from far away, but there is clearly nothing on the compacted mud ground.

"Disciple, follow me quickly."

"Disciple, where are you?"

"Disciple, stop hiding, come out!"

A familiar voice and footsteps approached, and the surroundings became colder and colder, as if falling into an ice cellar, almost boiling over.

Zheng Que sat on the bed, not daring to move. He stared at the cloth shoes placed right side up and upside down in front of the bed, his pupils dilating wildly, his heart beating like a drum. The thing that kept calling him "disciple" was not his master!
He shouldn't have answered just now!

"Disciple! Come out quickly!"

"Hurry! Time is running out!"

"Disciple...disciple..."

The voice continued to urge, becoming more and more anxious and irritable.

Zheng Que's scalp tingled, and he slowly raised a hand to cover his mouth tightly. He didn't know what that thing that had entered the room was. But one thing was certain: if he answered again, he would surely die!

Even if the shoes in front of his bed were placed one right side up and the other upside down, it would be the same.

Time passed slowly, and the familiar voice and footsteps circled around the bed, round and round, seemingly to no avail, and gradually faded away. Slowly, the footsteps became farther and farther away.

After a while, the door closed again and the surroundings fell into dead silence. It seemed as if the noises just now had never existed.

The moonlight outside the window is desolate and empty, as if everything has returned to normal.

However, the chill that felt like death coming from Zheng Que did not subside at all.

The danger is not over yet, the thing that impersonates Master's voice is still in this house!
really!

Not long after, a familiar voice with a hint of smile suddenly sounded close to his ear: "Disciple, I found you!"

Zheng Que's blood instantly froze and his heartbeat almost stopped!

But he quickly suppressed the fear in his heart and stopped the urge to desperately escape from the house.

A cold wind blew in from the window, lifting my clothes and making them flutter.

In the darkness, his whole body was motionless, and even his breathing rate dropped to the lowest level.

After a long period of dead silence, that familiar voice sounded again: "Disciple, the master will eat you now!"

This time, the voice clearly came from about a foot from the end of the bed, filled with undisguised rage.

Deng Deng Deng!
The footsteps in the room suddenly became heavy, as if many people were running around.

The ground was shaking unbearably. Tables, chairs, and other household items began to tremble. Bottles and jars gradually fell to the ground. There was a dull thud amidst the ping-pong sounds: BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
It was as if something was banging against the wall desperately.

The sudden noise was so deafening that the whole house seemed to be jumping up and down. Only the bed and the shoes placed one right side up and the other upside down in front of the bed were not affected.

Zheng Que watched all this with a tense mind, and gradually calmed down.

Now, as long as he doesn't make any noise or get out of bed, the thing that enters the room seems unable to find him!
The moonlight outside the window is pale white, and it will take some time before dawn.

Zheng Que didn't dare to close his eyes. He just sat motionless on the bed, waiting patiently.

The cold wind twisted and turned in the not-so-spacious room, howling and whistling, sometimes sweeping up pots and pans and smashing them to pieces; sometimes pushing down furniture and slamming it repeatedly on the ground; sometimes shaking the doors and windows, making the whole house groan in danger... and the sound of sharp claws scraping against wooden boards continued to be heard.

Time seemed to be stretched out at this moment, and every bit of it was extremely slow.

While he was half asleep, the moonlight faded, the dusk disappeared, and a rooster crowed in the distance. Zheng Que suddenly came to his senses and immediately turned his head to look out the window. He saw a hint of pale sky in the east, and the morning light was wrapped in scattered rays of light. It was dawn!
He was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but he immediately realized that the tangible coldness lingering around him had not subsided.

Zheng Que frowned immediately. It was already dawn and the sun was about to rise, but the thing that entered the house had not left yet!
This is trouble!
However, just as he was thinking this, he suddenly felt the end of the bed sink slightly, as if something had crawled onto his bed...

(End of this chapter)