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

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Chapter 97.4 The Extraordinary Power Of Resonance

Sang Yuanyuan knows that this is excessive mental overdraft——This man is really different from ordinary people. Perhaps it is just as he said, he is a genius. If he wants to know the answer to something, he will think frantically until he is overloaded and overdrawn. It must be said that this is also an extraordinary ability.

When she was still taking exams at school, no matter how much she thought about ‘racking her brains’, her brain just pretended to be dead and didn’t want to move at all.

Now, looking at him.

You Wuming’s eyes became red, while blood and tears came out slowly along the deep corners of his eyes.

Sang Bujin and Yun Xuzhou had never seen such a scene before. They are so surprised and think that his mind is caught in a nightmare and wants to come forward to help.

Sang Yuanyuan hurriedly stopped the two people and quietly shook her head.

She picked up the small faced flower with her fingertips, dispersed the spiritual vine into a mist that is so dense that it is imperceptible. Then she tried the temperature, adjusted it for a moment, and then sprayed the mist gently and slowly towards You Wuming when she determined that it would not be noticed at all.

He still stared at the cauldron in front of him without any distractions at all.

Sang Yuanyuan didn’t disturb him with her gaze. She knows that if she watches the bloody tears seep out of his eyes, she would be worried and distressed. It is inevitable for something unusual to appear in her eyes by then, which will cause him to be distracted.

This road that they stepped on, they can not retreat, can not turn back, and can not be weak. They must go all out at every step.

The time of suffering always feels particularly long.

After an unknown long time had passed, they finally heard You Wuming make a faint ‘tsk’ sound disdainfully.

Suddenly, there was a flash in Sang Yuanyuan’s eyes. She threw the small faced flower at him, rushed forward, and resolutely wiped away his bloody tears with her sleeves.

You Wuming looked at her weirdly.

He grabbed her sleeves, pulled it under his eyes and had a closer look at it.

“Little Mulberry,” he said, “does such a little blood scare you so much?”

Sang Yuanyuan: “… I am so scared.”

“Pfftt!” He embraced her happily, turned his head to look at Yun Xuzhou and Sang Bujin, and asked, “Who is going to help me catch a mouse?”

“Let’s go together!” Sang Bujin smiled heartily, “Old Yun, do you still remember that time in Zhao state when I took you to steal the bamboo rat raised by Zhao Heng?”

Yun Xuzhou burst into tears: “I remember. You can really eat.”

The two went hand in hand.

You Wuming holds Sang Yuanyuan’s shoulders, presses her lower and motioned her to look at the cauldron.

“Have you found anything?”

She shook her head resignedly.

You Wuming smiled tolerantly and said: “If you found nothing, that is the right thing then. If you can find it, do I need to think about it for so long?”

Sang Yuanyuan: “… If you have something to say, be quick!”

Did he think that others couldn’t tell that he deliberately distracted Sang Bujin and Yun Xuzhou away.

“This is that thing.” You Wuming smiled mysteriously.

Sang Yuanyuan was at a loss: “What thing?”

“The source of all evil.”

She was stunned for a moment and then jumped up. Jumping halfway in the air, she covered her mouth and landed on the ground, stretching out her fingers and pointing it to the ground under her feet.

“That… thing?!”

“Yes.” You Wuming said understatedly.

Sang Yuanyuan stared at the cauldron in horror. After a long time, she looked at him even more blankly: “I still don’t understand. How can it be that thing?”

Sang Yuanyuan asked a question that normal humans would also doubt.

The big thing under the ground is so big that one can’t even see the whole picture. It is more than 1,500 li in diameter and spans a full three states. What does it have to do with such a small black iron cauldron in front of them which is only half-a-person high?

You Wuming smiled proudly: “If you don’t understand it, that is also a right thing.”

Sang Yuanyuan: “… Then tell me quickly!”

Such a big man already but still keeping people in suspense. He is actually childish, isn’t he?

You Wuming paced two steps and said: “I am calculating it just now. I recalled the direction of the decorative patterns we saw underground, the traces carved on the glacier, its various arcs and details, and then compared them with the one in front of us.”