Don't Lie to Your Therapist—She Already Knows Your Fate

The agitated monkey went rigid and fell back stiff as a board. With its eyes closed, its condition was unknown.

Little White glanced over. ’It must have fainted from the extreme shock.’

But it had also hit that large tree earlier, so it had external injuries as well.

The whimpering sound vanished. It seemed to have appeared for only a moment, like an attack from all directions.

But now, it was gone without a trace.

’I should go check it out,’ Little White thought, but remembering its master’s instructions, it stayed put.

Although a new guest had gone missing, the production team still posted the behind-the-scenes footage they had shot of Little White on their official social media account.

Netizens, who had been unhappy with the production team’s sudden announcement of a hiatus, all flocked over to see. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

#LittleWhitesOwnShow

Under this simple hashtag, they released the video of Little White writing.

In the video, Little White had an air of disdain.

Its disdainful little expression toward the staff and the words it ultimately wrote were all on full display for the netizens.

The production team thought this topic would shoot to the top of the trending charts. But two hours later...

#StupidHumans

A hashtag started by netizens who reposted the official video went viral instead!

[Little White is truly sentient! Do any other animals know how to write?]

[This is beyond just being sentient, isn’t it? How could any animal, no matter how smart, learn to write? I think this fox has become a full-blown spirit!]

[Doctor Wen’s pets are all so incredible. I wonder if Doctor Wen is taking in any more pets. I’m an expert at acting cute!]

[This has to be a doctored video from the production team, right? Do they really think we’re all idiots? No matter how smart it is, it’s still an animal! Who’s ever seen an animal write? Has the show’s crew gotten arrogant just because they’re popular now? Why would they pull a stupid stunt like this?]

[I agree. If a fox can write, then shouldn’t our loyal companions, dogs, be able to write too? Has anyone ever seen a dog write? This is obviously just a marketing ploy!]

[If it could really write, the relevant government agencies would have already been in touch. Use your brains, people!]

["Stupid Humans"? Just because your show blew up, you don’t think you’re human anymore? You’re giving an animal a persona? How ridiculous!]

[Little White belongs to Doctor Wen. If they say Little White can write, I believe it!]

[There’s nothing Doctor Wen can’t do! I’m siding with Little White on this one! To everyone claiming it’s fake, show your proof!]

The arguments on the trending list were fierce, which only further proved the topic’s popularity.

The production team was delighted to see the buzz. Their only complaint was that their original video’s popularity was dwarfed by the reposted hashtag!

On what grounds!

Their hashtag was about Little White too, and they didn’t even try to promote the show with it!

*

In the mist, it was impossible to get one’s bearings. There was no signal, either.

Wen Ying held Little Kongjian’s hand as they walked, step by step, deeper into the mist.

"Kong Jian, can you see what’s around us?"

"Liger, Kong Jian can."

Wen Ying was a little surprised, yet it also felt perfectly natural.

Ordinary people who entered the mist would feel as if they had walked into some kind of magnetic field, losing all sense of direction and even finding themselves supernaturally walking in circles. But such things were not an issue for Wen Ying.

’I didn’t expect Kong Jian would be unaffected too.’

"Did you hear the crying?"

Kong Jian hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Liger, I know where it is. Are... are we going?"

This was the first time Kong Jian had taken the initiative to lead Wen Ying somewhere.

Wen Ying nodded.

Kong Jian took Wen Ying by the hand and headed in a specific direction through the mist. He moved as if he were familiar with the place, as if he knew exactly where the path was.

Wen Ying didn’t ask any questions and simply followed him.

The scenery within the mist barely changed, but the aura grew more and more distinct.

Wen Ying could feel a foreign, repulsive presence that grew stronger the further they went.

Kong Jian’s expression showed no change.

He was too calm for a child.

But before they reached their destination, two other people appeared in the mist.

The two of them looked dazed, and it was unclear if they were even conscious as they walked toward them from the direction they were headed.

"Liger."

Kong Jian had met Xie Fu Yao once, so he remembered his face.

"Xie Fu Yao, Xu Yiran?"

’Why are they together?’

’And why have they appeared here together?’

The pair were like mindless zombies, shuffling toward Wen Ying.

Due to their height difference, they seemed to completely overlook the little monk, Kong Jian, standing beside Wen Ying.

Xie Fu Yao suddenly lunged at Wen Ying, his face contorted, and opened his mouth wide.

It looked like he wanted to bite Wen Ying’s head.

Xu Yiran, who had appeared behind him, was the same. Her once-beautiful face was now like that of a television zombie.

THUD! THUD!

Wen Ying frowned but hadn’t made a move yet.

Little Kongjian grabbed one of each of their legs, and then, one in each hand, simply flung them away.

They hit the ground with a rather loud thud.

’That must have hurt,’ Wen Ying thought.

"Kong Jian, be a little more gentle with the pretty lady."

Kong Jian gave his Liger an innocent look and nodded. "Kong Jian got it."

And so, Kong Jian walked toward Xie Fu Yao. Xie Fu Yao scrambled up and saw Kong Jian.

His face grew even more ferocious, and he was about to attack Kong Jian.

What awaited him was, of course, a brutal beating and a one-sided thrashing.

Even after being beaten until it felt like every bone in his body was broken, Xie Fu Yao still tried to crawl up and bite Kong Jian.

Unfortunately, his body was no longer able to support him.

Xie Fu Yao lay sprawled on the ground, baring his teeth at Kong Jian and letting out a guttural GROWL from his throat.

Like an animal.

After being thrown, Xu Yiran also got up. As if she couldn’t feel any pain, she charged toward Wen Ying.

"Don’t worry, your Liger has a way."

Kong Jian was very worried, but he didn’t intervene.

He only saw Wen Ying reach out and grab both of Xu Yiran’s arms. Then, with her other hand, she took out a yellow piece of talisman paper from her pocket and slapped it directly onto Xu Yiran’s forehead.

Xu Yiran suddenly froze, standing on the spot like a puppet.

Wen Ying let her go, took a red string from her pocket, and tied it around Xu Yiran’s wrist.

She furrowed her brow slightly.

’Why are Xie Fu Yao and Xu Yiran here?’

’Didn’t Xie Fu Yao already leave?’

’Shouldn’t a staff member have been with him?’

’Xie Fu Yao has been here for what looks like several hours, hasn’t he?’

’Why does no one outside know he’s missing?’

’Is it possible that once a person is no longer useful, no one even bothers to look for them when they die?’

Pathetic and pitiful.

As for Xu Yiran, she must have been here to participate in the show.

’But how did she end up here?’

Kong Jian walked over, looked at the motionless Xu Yiran, and asked eagerly, "Liger, is this an immobilization technique?"

"An immobilization technique? You know about Magic?"

Kong Jian hesitated for a moment but still nodded. "Kong Jian knows."

Seeing Little Kongjian’s timid expression, Wen Ying didn’t press him.

Instead, she looked at the two people before her. ’What should I do with them?’

’I can’t just leave them here, can I?’

’What if something happens?’

’Even though Xie Fu Yao is detestable, he doesn’t deserve to die.’

’And besides, there’s still poor little Xu Yiran.’