[2] Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight, had a HE with the Villain

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Chapter 64.1 His Little Fangirl

The attack finally begins!

On the left and right sides, the You Army have already besieged Huangfu Xiong’s elite cavalry. They had pulled up the giant iron rope net horizontally across the north and south side, and set them around the cloud beasts that were equipped with excellent armor——These are all steamingly hot gold!

Huangfu Xiong realized that something was wrong, and finally began to try to break through.

But how could he still have the time?

The retreat was completely blocked, and the You state’s infantry formation was full of tricks. It was specially aimed at the cavalry. One by one, the Dong state’s cloud beasts were captured into the iron net. They fell to the ground and struggled, and many cavalrymen were unable to move. The rest of them died or fell down quickly like wheat being cut.

The two long lines of You state’s soldiers, like two black waves on the sea, quickly encircled towards the middle, crushing the last struggle.

Sang Yuanyuan exhaled a long breath, and finally put down the heart that had been hanging high for a long time.

Just waiting for the harvest!

Her mind wandered around.

All of a sudden, she leaned her ear to listen more attentively——There was a very unusual sound in the forest behind her.

The mountains were full of swaying green trees, and she heard a group of people walking in the forest.

The Suona is playing mournful music in a low voice, and a young woman’s sobbing voice came over——

“This wife, Qu Ya’er, set up a tomb with the clothes of the one she admired in this barren mountain today. When husband arrives on the road to the nether world today, she hopes he is still able to hear her voice, to wait a moment and don’t go on the road alone. When this wife has made arrangements for her parents and younger brother, and when the exact news of husband’s death is confirmed, she will leave the world and go together with husband, as a slave or a maid, to be husband’s companion.”

Hearing this, Sang Yuanyuan felt strange and said inwardly: ‘Since she hasn’t got the news, how can she know that her beloved is going to set foot on the road to the nether world today? She doesn’t even know if the person is dead or not, but already rushed to make a grave for him, and even an empty tomb on it? Is she so sure that she can’t collect the body for him?’

Every part of it seems really weird.

There must be something evil in abnormal things. Now that You Wuming is not by her side, Sang Yuanyuan decides to take the initiative to find out what’s going on. In case there really is a problem, she can take precautions against it.

She threw out a big faced flower, woven a thin spiritual thread, and let it sneak into the place where the group of people dug the grave and erected a monument on it.

The spiritual thread soon found the source of the sound.

Then she saw a beautiful woman wearing white mourning clothes. Looking at the appearance, it really looks very sad.

Those who dig graves and play music are all middle-aged men, looking numb and with the appearance as if they are only doing the job for the money.

Sang Yuanyuan thought for a moment, manipulated the spiritual thread and let it climb to the tombstone which was put aside to be erected later in front of the grave.

The tombstone is covered with white cloth. She doesn’t know whether it is a custom to do so or the other party doesn’t want people to see the words on it.

The spiritual thread quietly crawled into the white cloth and Sang Yuanyuan looked at the inscription.

Seeing things through the spiritual thread was like seeing through a thick layer of light in the water. Sang Yuanyuan could not see it clearly and was struggling to identify the swaying letters on the tombstone——

The letter size for the date of birth and death is too small, and she can’t read it at all. Only the name of the owner of the tomb can be identified.

She only saw that in the middle, on the left side, there is a vertical inscription: Qu Ya’er, The Qu clan’s daughter from Ji state.

Qu Ya’er. Just now, the woman in white clothes seems to call herself Qu Ya’er.

Sang Yuanyuan shifted her gaze to the right side.

Her pupils shrank instantly.

She saw the words that were vertically engraved on the right were unexpectedly——King of You state, You Wuming.

Sang Yuanyuan took a deep breath, stabilized her mind and looked at it again.

Letter by letter, very clearly.

King of You state, You Wuming.

You Wuming?

This woman in white clothes is making an empty tomb for You Wuming——A double tomb where she will be buried with his clothes after her death.

Sang Yuanyuan didn’t know which one to be shocked about for a while.

This name, Qu Ya’er, was a name she had never seen or heard of.

Why does this woman think You Wuming is going to die today?

Sang Yuanyuan’s heart couldn’t help feeling a little flustered, and felt that her back was chilly. She retracted her mind and turned her head to look at the battlefield.

The You state Army’s harvesting is coming to an end, and You Wuming handed over the battlefield to his subordinates. The distance is too far apart and the people looked like tiny little ants. He had stopped and no longer burst out the green colored light. Sang Yuanyuan focused and looked for him for a while, but she couldn’t find his figure.