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Chapter 111: The Shock in the Funeral Hall
"Master, since the wedding is a happy one, the Second Young Master and Yanran won't suffer any setbacks, right?"
After Zhang was happy, she finally thought of this.
Song Yannian snorted:
"If you are afraid of wolves in front and tigers behind, you can't accomplish anything!"
He lowered his voice and said:
"My sister entered the palace during the mourning period for the old prince's death. This trick always works!"
He bared his teeth and smiled disapprovingly:
"At that time, the prince was still unwilling, but the old princess forced him to agree by slitting his throat with a knife. At most, he was punished by the late emperor to march to the northern border three days later."
Zhang was a little nervous when she heard this:
"What if the Second Young Master is also punished by His Majesty?"
Song Yannian rolled his eyes at her:
"Are you out of your mind? As long as Yanran is carried into the palace, we will have wealth and prosperity in the future. Whether the second young master will be punished or not is none of our business."
"Anyway, the Prince of Dingbei and the Princess are in the Palace. Your Majesty still relies on the Princess to fight, so he will definitely not punish the Second Young Master severely."
Zhang came back to his senses and patted his chest:
"Yes, the palace now relies on the princess to fight, not the second young master. If she is punished, she won't die anyway!"
The couple were chatting and laughing when they saw a whirlwind suddenly blow up in the mourning hall, blowing up the unburned straw paper and paper money in the brazier.
Zhang had sharp eyes and noticed that the color of the flame on the straw paper in the air seemed to be wrong.
She tugged stiffly at Song Yannian's sleeve.
"Boss...Boss! Look at that toilet paper!"
Song Yannian glanced casually:
"What's the big fuss? Isn't it just a little windy?"
Zhang hid behind him in fear, her voice trembling:
"Why do I feel that the fire of the straw paper is green?"
Song Yannian sneered. He stood up and pointed at the flying pieces of flaming paper:
“Your eyes are covered with boogers, right? I see it’s clearly… green, ahhhhh it’s haunted, ahhhhhhh!!!”
Song Yannian opened his eyes wide and looked around. Not only was there green fire on the flying straw paper, but the flame in the brazier had also turned green at some point.
Zhang's face turned pale, and she was so frightened that she couldn't even speak straight:
"I heard that people who died unjustly on the seventh night would come back to see me. Boss, could it be that my sister has come back?"
Song Yannian's eyes suddenly widened, and he was so frightened that he turned around and slapped Zhang in the face:
"I can't beat you to death, you bullshitting loser woman, a gentleman should not talk about strange and supernatural things!!"
Zhang was stunned by the slap. Her ferocity overcame her fear. She put her hands on her hips and jumped three feet high:
"Song Yannian, you dare to hit me? I'll fight you!"
The couple started fighting in the mourning hall, and soon Song Yannian's face was covered with several bloody marks from nails.
Song Yannian was so angry that he grabbed Zhang's hair and slammed her to the ground.
The screams and shouts disappeared silently at the entrance of the mourning hall as if they had encountered an invisible barrier.
The mourning hall was set up in a remote side hall with no one guarding outside, and the entire palace had no idea what was going on in the mourning hall.
By the time both of them had bruises on their faces and heads, their faces were covered in blood.
The coffin where Song was lying in state suddenly made a creaking sound.
Song Yannian and his wife were awakened by this. They hugged each other tightly and looked at the coffin in horror.
I saw Song's coffin lid slowly, slowly moved away.
A dry, pale hand reached up to the edge of the coffin.
Zhang suddenly let out a shrill scream, her eyes rolled up, and she fell to the ground unconscious.
Song Yannian couldn't make a sound. He sat on the ground, moving his hands back and forth, leaving a large wet area between his crotch.
He also hoped to faint like Zhang, but he was extremely clear-headed.
In Song's coffin, following the hand, a woman's head popped out.
When Song was buried, she was already cleaned up, wearing funeral clothes, and her hair was full of pearls and jade.
What Song Yannian saw at this moment was Song's black hair with pearls and jade inserted in it.
If it weren't for the pale and shriveled skin on her neck, he would have thought that Song was not dead at all.
Then Song's head slowly turned around. On her pale face, there was no white in her eyes, and the entire eye sockets were filled with black.
Song Yannian stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face, burped in his throat, and fell down with his eyes wide open.
In Tingtao Garden in the distance, Yue Ran, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes.
Yuanbao made a sharp explosion in her mind:
"White Walker, it's a White Walker, get up quickly!!!"
Yue Ran immediately stood up, grabbed the long sword beside the bed, frowned and asked:
"Yuanbao, what are you talking about? What are White Walkers?"
Yuanbao was like a frightened child, crying in fear:
"White Walkers eat people. I've seen White Walkers eat a lot of people!"
Upon hearing this, the sleepiness in Yue Ran's mind immediately disappeared.
She quickly lit a candle, quickly tied her hair into a bun, and changed into clothes that were convenient for movement.
"Don't panic, Yuanbao. Tell me the characteristics of the White Walker and how to deal with it. Also, is it close to us?"
Yuanbao's panic seemed to be stuck, and he let out a puzzled sound:
"That's not right. There shouldn't be any White Walkers in your world..."
It grunted a few times and finally calmed down from its panic:
"I have been through many worlds. I am not bragging. I have walked sideways in most of them. There is only one world where I encountered monsters like the White Walkers."
Yuanbao's voice was filled with fear:
"They mutate from the bodies of the dead and devour everything with energy, whether it's humans, animals, or people like me..."
Yue Ran pursed her lips as she listened, and immediately grasped the key point in Yuan Bao's words.
"White Walkers, are they resurrecting corpses like we said?"
Yuanbao hummed again and emphasized:
"But I'm not afraid of ordinary zombies!"
"White Walkers are, White Walkers are..."
It took a deep breath:
"It can sense my presence!"
"Before it devours more lives and becomes stronger, you must destroy the corpse it is parasitizing and grind it to dust. Otherwise, your entire capital will be devoured by it!"
Yue Ran’s brows were almost twisted into a knot.
After the demon fetus, here comes another White Walker!
After she died in her previous life, did so many strange things happen in this world?
Also, the corpse!
Yue Ran suddenly looked towards the direction of the Song family's mourning hall, with a cold light in his eyes.
She pushed the door open and whistled to summon all the secret guards.
"Someone, come! Surround the mourning hall!"
"Prepare a large amount of bows, arrows and kerosene. If you see the body of Princess Song coming out, immediately use the kerosene bows and arrows to burn it!"
The secret guards were stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then responded in unison.
At the same time, the mourning hall in the side hall was as quiet as death.
Song lowered her head and walked out of the mourning hall stiffly.
The secret guards nearby have discovered Song's whereabouts.
A large number of secret guards carrying bows, arrows and kerosene rushed towards the Song family.
As the encirclement was formed, someone shouted, "Stop!"
Torches were lit all around, and the area around the side hall was as bright as day.
Yue Ran also arrived at this time.
Song stopped, slowly raised her head, and looked at Yue Ran with a pair of eyes that had only black pupils but no whites.
The people around couldn't help but gasp.
A strange smile appeared on Song's dry and pale lips.