After the death of the host: the tyrant cried red eyes

"Madam Zheng does not need to worry about my future."

Madam Yu remained calm and ignored Madam Zheng's threats.

"you!"

Madam Zheng was furious. "Then let's wait and see who will have a more miserable end in the end."

Madam Zheng walked away, and her personal maid, Huamei, could not help but complain: "Madam Zheng is really going too far!"

Madam Yu looked at the fish swimming leisurely in the lake, took a sip of her fragrant tea, and a barely perceptible gleam flashed in her eyes. "She won't be able to stay arrogant for long."

On the other side, in the majestic palace of King Wei, Pei Jiangli knelt on the cold stone slabs, his voice trembling slightly: "My Lord, all the assassins we sent out have lost contact."

Wei Yuanxu casually blew out the candle in front of him, slowly sat down in the upper seat, and a faint sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "This is within my expectations. If Xiao Yi could be solved so easily, he would no longer be Xiao Yi."

Pei Jiangli asked respectfully, "Do we need to send more assassins to continue this mission?"

"No need for that. I am not the only one who wants Xiao Yi's life."

Wei Yuanxu pondered for a moment, then changed the subject, "But I don't know if he can successfully reach the underworld this time."

After saying this, Wei Yuanxu's emotions suddenly fluctuated, a feeling of suffocation surged in his chest, and breathing suddenly became difficult.

Seeing this, Pei Jiangli hurried forward and carefully helped his master take the special pills.

As the drug gradually took effect, Wei Yuanxu's chest oppression gradually disappeared. He waved his hand to signal Pei Jiangli to leave, and asked casually: "Where is the third brother now?"

There was a hint of concern and calculation in his words that was difficult to conceal.

Pei Jiangli answered calmly, his voice a little hoarse after a long journey: "The Third Prince has set out from the territory of Chu, and is eager to return home. It is expected that he will set foot on the solid land of Wei soon."

Wei Yuanxu's fingers gently stroked the edge of the envelope, as if he was thinking about some important decision. Then he threw the letter hard, and it fell to the ground, right next to Pei Jiangli's boots.

"Pass on my order. There is no need to rush back. Do something for me first."

Upon hearing this, Pei Jiangli immediately bowed, his eyes flashing with determination and loyalty: "I obey your orders and will live up to your trust."

On the other side, due to the limitations of the ox cart's range, Shen Bingning had to unload her luggage halfway and walk alone on the ancient road leading to Biancheng.

She turned around and bowed deeply to an elderly couple with wrinkled faces but sweet smiles, thanking them for their care and companionship along the way.

As the old couple's backs gradually walked away, Shen Bingning found a bustling tea stall on the side of the road and decided to take a rest.

The tea stall was bustling with activity. The two simply built awnings were packed with people. The aroma of tea mixed with the bustling noise of people created a unique atmosphere of urban life.

Shen Bingning looked around and finally chose to share a desk with a young man who was holding a book and exuding the scent of scholarly ink.

The young man's jet-black hair was blown gently by the breeze. On the cover of the simple book in his hand, three seal-style characters "Records of the Gods" were clearly visible. The handwriting was simple and crude, revealing a sense of antiquity. It was obvious that this was a book about ancient myths and legends.

Sometimes he lowered his head to savor the fragrance of tea, and sometimes he immersed himself in the world of books, his expression focused and leisurely.

When Fu Yun finally pulled himself away from the wonderful world in the book, he looked up and was surprised to find a beautiful woman sitting opposite him. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he asked in a gentle tone: "Excuse me, have we met before?"

At this moment, Shen Bingning was trying to dilute the sweetness of the slightly rough snack she had just tasted with a sip of tea. When she heard the question, she raised a sly smile and said, "We are not old acquaintances. It's just that there are no extra seats here, so I shamelessly borrowed your seat."

Fu Yun was amused by Shen Bingning's frankness, and noticed her subtle expression towards the snacks, so he took the initiative to push his pastry over and introduced himself: "My name is Fu Yun, may I ask your name, young lady?"

"My surname is Shen."

Shen Bingning's answer was brief and reserved, and she was unwilling to say more.

Fu Yun understood and did not force her to do anything. Instead, he responded with an appreciative smile: "Miss Shen is really witty and interesting."

Shen Bingning tried Fu Yun's snacks and her taste buds were satisfied. She tapped her chin to show her approval, picked up another piece, and continued, "Brother Fu is also an interesting person, and the snacks you chose are really good."

Fu Yun's face flushed slightly, and he was obviously not used to such direct praise from women. He asked shyly: "Then, Miss Shen, what do you think is so funny about me?"

Shen Bingning was stunned for a moment by the question. It was just a joke, but she didn't expect Fu Yun to take it so seriously.

She looked at the sincerity in Fu Yun's eyes and pursed her lips, as if looking for a suitable answer: "Well... for example, do you like to read this kind of mythological story?"

Fu Yun pondered for a moment about the "myth story" mentioned by Shen Bingning, and suddenly realized that she was referring to the "Records of the Gods" that he had just read.

So, he gently pushed the book towards Shen Bingning: "If Miss Shen is interested, you may want to read it."

However, after a quick glance, Shen Bingning was obviously disappointed.

Rather than being a mythological story, this "Records of the Gods" is more like an academic work that rigorously records the origins and duties of the gods. It is like an encyclopedia of the world of gods and lacks vivid storytelling.

Seeing this, Fu Yun quickly took the book back and explained apologetically: "The gods in "The Records of the Gods" may not exist in the eyes of ordinary people. Some even regard them as heresy and fear them. It is normal for Miss Shen to be uninterested."

Shen Bingning shook her head slightly and clarified, "It's not that I don't like it, it's just that this type of book focuses too much on describing the origins and duties of the gods, but lacks stories that can touch people's hearts and give the gods a vivid image."

Fu Yun seemed a little confused and asked quickly, "What does Miss Shen mean by that?"

Shen Bingning took a sip of tea and asked, "For example, how do people know about the existence of Yue Lao and believe that Yue Lao can help people find a happy marriage?"

"Thanks to the beautiful stories that have been passed down, depicting lovers being together forever, tied together by the red thread of Yue Lao."

Fu Yun replied.

"So, are the stories of the gods in The Gods' Chronicles also widely known to the world?"

Shen Bingning asked further questions.

Fu Yun shook his head regretfully: "No."

Shen Bingning spread her hands and spoke earnestly: "It is precisely because of this that without widely spread stories as a carrier, people neither understand these gods nor have any faith in them, so they naturally think they do not exist."

Fu Yun pondered for a moment and suddenly realized: "What the girl said makes sense. If we want people to believe in God, we really need to create stories for each god."