Chapter 90: Corpse Revival part 1
Yun Wuxiang stood silently by the coffin. “A-jie, how did he die?”
Yun Tianqing pursed her lips, feeling an unspeakable sense of frustration. “I killed him.”
“I did stab him with a spear, thatâs true. But… he didn’t dodge.” Yun Tianqing looked like she had been framed, full of grievance and confusion. “You can check. He only has one wound on his body. I didn’t even think I could hit him when I stabbed.”
Heaven knows how panicked and helpless she felt after stabbing the Songxuan Emperor to death. How could he die by her hands?! How was she supposed to face her little brother in the future?
Yun Tianqing felt this whole thing was absurd. What was the Songxuan Emperor after?!
Why didn’t he dodge!
After agonizing for days and receiving Yun Wuxiangâs letter asking about Song Yilouâs whereabouts, she finally brought the corpse to him.
“I understand.” Yun Wuxiangâs reaction was very plain. Song Yilou had simply exited the Small World.
To comfort the uneasy Yun Tianqing, he gave a gentle smile. “Thank you, A-jie, for bringing him back.”
The smile made Yun Tianqingâs hair stand on end. She had never felt this creeped out even when she slept with corpses on the battlefield. “Little Brother, if you don’t want to smile, then don’t.”
Yun Wuxiang was puzzled. Is my smile that ugly?
Feeling that she shouldn’t stay longer, Yun Tianqing took her leave to give Yun Wuxiang some personal space to calm down.
Yun Wuxiang looked at the icy corpse in the coffin. “How should I handle your corpse?”
He had never handled Song Yilouâs corpse before; the living Song Yilou would always clean up his dead self.
After thinking for a while, the sky darkened. Yun Wuxiang decided to go to sleep first and handle it tomorrow.
A yellow leaf floated into the coffin, covering one of Song Yilouâs eyes.
Yun Wuxiang reached out to pluck the withered leaf. As the leaf rose, the eye beneath it suddenly snapped open. A crimson ghost pupil looked straight up. A cold and stiff hand burst through the ice and, with a startling sound, grabbed Yun Wuxiangâs wrist.
The level of horror could be put into a scary movie as a classic scene.
“A ghost can even form in this Small World?” Yun Wuxiang tugged at his wrist. “Let go. Your hand is very cold.”
It was frozen meat that had been in ice for half a monthâcold and hard.
Song Yilou looked at him for a while, then stiffly released his hand. Like a puppet that didn’t quite know how to use its limbs, he crawled out of the coffin full of ice. His voice was raspy, like a player with a bad signal, as he said word by word: “Guan… zhu.“
Yun Wuxiang tucked his frozen wrist back into his sleeve and took two steps back, away from the ice coffin radiating a chill. He sat on a chair not far away and asked, “You remember now?”
The “revived corpse” in the coffin seemed dissatisfied with his retreat. He stepped out of the coffin, but he vastly underestimated the stiffness of his body.
CLANG!
Song Yilou fell face-first onto the ground. He took the opportunity to roll and eventually, slowly and clumsily, sat up against the chair. His frozen face was expressionless.
A light chuckle drifted through the air.
“Guan… zhu…” Song Yilou turned to look at Yun Wuxiang, his terrifying blood-red eyes full of resentment.
He was sulking. Yun Wuxiang walked to Song Yilouâs side, looked down, and kicked the obstructive thigh on the ground to the side. He asked, “What happened to you?”
“Saw… Tianqing… Shuji… woke up… I… spaced out.” Song Yilou used that tattered, frozen throat to barely squeeze out words.
Yun Wuxiang roughly translated.
Song Yilou had obtained Daozun Shujiâs inheritance. He likely had something like the Demon Phoenix Seal on him that reacted upon seeing Yun Tianqing. Song Yilou had spaced out because of it and didn’t dodge Yun Tianqingâs attack, getting stabbed to death by a single spear.
His death was truly a bit of a joke.
“Since youâre dead, why haven’t you left yet?”
The muscles on Song Yilouâs face twitched weirdly, as if he wanted to smile, but it was too frozen. “Came back… for… Guanzhu.”
If Song Yilouâs body were still fresh and lively, this sentence would have sounded playful and cute.
Coming back for you even after deathâdoesn’t that sound very devoted?
Yun Wuxiang lowered his gaze, his hair swaying before his eyes. “Coming back to kill me?”
Song Yilou blinked slowly. “Not killing… out there… waiting for you… to consummate.”
If he took Yun Wuxiang out right now, forget consummatingâheâd just get a beating.
A pale, cold finger hooked onto a corner of Yun Wuxiangâs robe, pleading, “Guanzhu, hurry up and come out.”
“Don’t make me… wait too long.”
The farewell over, the revived ghost closed his eyes.
Yun Wuxiang kicked his leg again. “Don’t die yet.”
Song Yilou opened his eyes, a questioning look in his gaze.
Yun Wuxiang tilted his chin toward the coffin. “Crawl back in yourself and bury yourself in the ice.”
If the corpse in the coffin ran outside, how would he explain it to Yun Tianqing?
Yun Wuxiang scanned Song Yilou with a look of disdain for someone who was looking for trouble. “You only had these few words to say; why did you crawl out?”
The “disdained” Song manipulated his uncooperative body and crawled back into the coffin with difficulty, leaving his final words: “Guanzhu… remember… to close the lid.”
It was quiet all around; no response came.
A white thread floated into the coffin, the lid closed, and the night became terrifyingly still.
Moon set and sun rose. The news of the Songxuan Emperorâs death finally reached everyoneâs ears.
Firecrackers and drums sounded together, white robes were worn, and the nation mourned… uh, there was a lot of faking going on.
During the funeral, the Songxuan officials wanted to look sorrowful, but they couldn’t help but want to smile. Their lips would quirk up halfway before they forced them back down; every one of them had a distorted face.
“My little brother should have suppressed the news of the Songxuan Emperorâs death for a bit longer,” the observing Yun Tianqing said with worry. “Songxuan is after all a foreign nation to him. How can these officials be convinced by an Emperor with a different surname?”
Lin Yue: “General doesn’t need to worry excessively. His Majesty has divine weapons in hand, and most of the Songxuan officials are cowards who fear death. They are not a concern.”
“Maybe I should just kill the Songxuan royal family,” Yun Tianqing said to herself.
Lin Yue was shocked. “That move is improper, General!”
Yun Tianqing: “Whatâs improper? A new dynasty killing the old Emperorsâthatâs the tradition of changing dynasties.”
“This…” Lin Yue still felt there were issues, but faced with Yun Tianqingâs matter-of-fact attitude, he couldn’t say exactly what was improper.
“A weed must be pulled up by the roots.” Yun Tianqing was determined.
Lin Yue finally found a reason: “But those are, after all, the Grand Ancestorâs relatives. His Majesty still has some feelings for him.”
Having accidentally killed her brotherâs partner, Yun Tianqing felt guilty and lost her confidence. She immediately changed her tune: “Letâs keep the Song royal family for now. My little brotherâs body is weak; being an Emperor is exhausting. If he gets tired one day, itâll be good to have someone to take over.”
The bead curtain swayed as Yun Wuxiang, dressed in white mourning robes, entered the room.
Lin Yue bowed. “Your Majesty.”
Yun Wuxiang waved him off and looked at Yun Tianqing. “A-jie, what kind of future do you want for these two nations?”
“The future of the two nations?” Yun Tianqing was stunned. She hadn’t expected Yun Wuxiang to ask her such a question.
After thinking for a moment, she said, “If we could just stop fighting, that would be good.”
Yun Wuxiang: “Only that?”
“A temporary peace is not difficult, but maintaining it for a long time is a luxury.” Yun Tianqing shook her head. “Yuâan and Songxuan have been at war for years, and the resentment is deep. Even the common people of both nations fight if theyâre in the same place.”
“While you and I are here, there is a possibility of friendship, but we are neither surnamed Song nor Yu. Forget the long termâright now, both royal families see us as thorns in their eyes. They surely curse us in private.”
At this point, Yun Tianqing gave an arrogant sneer. “They can only complain to the heavens in their own little corner. Any who actually dare to rush in front of me possess at least a shred of brave spirit amidst their foolishness.”
Yun Wuxiang: “Anything useless and obstructive, just remove it.”
Lin Yue, standing to the side, felt that this sentence was very similar to Yun Tianqingâs “just kill them all.” Truly siblings.
Yun Tianqing: “Little Brother, I still feel you are isolated and helpless in Songxuan. Those officials still miss the Song royal family; I really can’t be at ease leaving you here alone.”
Lin Yue stared gloomily at her back. What, am I not a person?
“If you really want to be Emperor, why not be the Emperor of Yuâan? You sit in the high hall, and Iâll conquer Songxuan for you, completely changing the imperial surname so we can rest easy,” Yun Tianqing advised seriously.
In her eyes, Yuâan was much safer than Songxuan.
Just look at those Songxuan officials, each of them suppressing a laugh at the Emperorâs funeral.
Yun Wuxiang: “Didn’t A-jie say she didn’t want to fight?”
Yun Tianqingâs expression turned solemn. “Some wars are unavoidable. As long as there are more than two nations on this land, they are destined to fight.”
“In that case, itâs better for me to lead the war and for you to rule the world.”
“That way, we can minimize the losses caused by war.”
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