0p0 Chapter 218 The Return Is Too Late
Chapter 218 The Return Is Too Late
Shui'er pouted in dissatisfaction and snorted.
"Hmph, fine, I won't say then."
Wait until I meet Brother Xiao Lie.
I want him to tell me everything, in the most detail.
After resting for a while, the group dusted themselves off and resumed their journey.
The sun was gradually setting in the west, and the afterglow dyed the horizon orange-red, like a magnificent painting.
As time passed, night gradually fell, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in a huge black silk.
Shanzi and his companions trudged on under the moonlight.
The carriage wheels spun rapidly.
It even makes a "creaking" sound.
It was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.
The sound of the carriage rolling seemed to be a silent accompaniment to their long and arduous journey.
The stars twinkled in the sky.
They are like dazzling gems set against the black sky.
It exudes a mysterious and captivating light.
And in the direction from Nanyang City towards Huanling City.
The Spirit King and his troops moved forward quickly and in an orderly fashion.
The torches in the soldiers' hands were lit one by one.
The firelight flickered in the night sky.
From a distance, it looks like a winding, swimming fire dragon.
To carve out a path forward in the darkness.
King Ling sat on horseback with a solemn expression.
He was always concerned about the safety of General Yue Zhenfeng.
Therefore, they traveled at a rapid pace the entire way, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
They changed horses immediately upon arriving at each town.
We strive to travel as quickly as possible.
Finally, after more than half a month of traveling day and night, we finally arrived at our destination.
Ling Wang and his group arrived at Huanling City before Shanzi and the others.
Although they all looked exhausted at this moment.
But his eyes held a kind of majesty that made people afraid to look directly at him.
They rode their horses at a steady pace, slowly making their way into the city.
Upon entering the city, King Ling couldn't wait to lead everyone toward Yue Zhenfeng's residence.
The sound of horses' hooves echoed through the bustling streets.
Unfortunately, King Ling arrived too late.
When he arrived at the general's residence.
What comes into view is a pure white scene.
The once solemn and dignified general's mansion is now covered with layers of white silk.
It is like a giant cocoon of sorrow.
It devoured all life and vitality.
The King of Spirit felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer, and a sharp pain surged through him.
He tightened the reins, and the horse beneath him winced in pain.
It let out an uneasy neigh and raised its front hooves high.
It seemed to be infected by its master's sudden grief and anger.
King Ling stared blankly at the general's mansion before him.
There was a look of disbelief in his eyes.
Then a deep sense of regret washed over me.
"how so……"
The King of Spirits murmured to himself, his lips trembling.
The voice was filled with endless resentment and deep helplessness.
It was as if a sigh was squeezed out from the depths of the soul.
The servants of the general's mansion saw the arrival of King Ling.
He hurriedly ran into the mansion.
At this moment, the Spirit King was extremely anxious, and various thoughts were intertwined in his mind like a tangled mess.
But he had no room for hesitation.
He turned around and shouted orders to the soldiers behind him.
"The General's Mansion must be guarded strictly from now on."
No unauthorized personnel are permitted to set foot inside!
The soldiers responded in unison.
The voice was like a booming bell.
The sound instantly echoed all around.
They then acted swiftly.
The general's mansion was completely surrounded by people performing their duties.
But King Ling himself was in a hurry.
They rushed straight to the mourning hall like a gust of wind.
At this moment, the general's mansion was completely shrouded in an atmosphere of deathly silence.
The only sound was the increasingly loud crying.
It was like sharp knives piercing everyone's hearts.
It intertwined with the mournful music that seemed to weep and wail.
Like an invisible net, it spreads and echoes freely in every corner.
As soon as the Spirit King stepped into the mourning hall, a bone-chilling cold swept over him.
It sent a chill down his spine.
His gaze instantly fixed on the solemn and dignified memorial tablet of Yue Zhenfeng placed in the very center.
Incense smoke curled up in front of the memorial tablet.
It seems to bear endless sorrow.
In the center of the main hall, a finely crafted wooden coffin was placed quietly.
The coffin's dark color exuded a suffocating sense of heaviness.
Without needing to think too much, it's obvious that the person lying quietly inside is none other than Yue Zhenfeng, whom countless people admire.
Daya and Xiaoyue stood to the side, their eyes already red and swollen from crying.
Seeing this wooden coffin before me, a symbol of life and death, I felt a deep sense of loss.
A pang of pain shot through my heart.
It was as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping their hearts.
Tears welled up uncontrollably again.
The King of Spirit's legs felt as if they were filled with lead weights weighing a thousand pounds.
Every step felt incredibly difficult.
Madam Yue was supported by her son, daughter-in-law, grandson, and granddaughter.
Upon seeing King Ling rushing over...
Everyone's eyes were filled with sorrow.
They all came before the Spirit King.
They knelt down in unison.
They said in unison:
"Greetings, King Spirit!"
The voice was filled with deep sorrow and exhaustion.
King Ling hurriedly stepped forward to Lady Yue's side.
He gently helped her up with both hands.
"Madam, there's no need for such formality!"
"I am late, and I am truly ashamed!"
The old lady raised her tear-streaked face.
She said slowly, "It's not too late. With the Spirit King here, my husband's spirit in heaven can finally rest in peace."
As soon as Madam Yue finished speaking, King Ling felt even more guilty.
He nodded slightly, his eyes slightly red as he gazed at the old lady.
"The old lady is very magnanimous."
General Zhenfeng is a pillar of the nation and his family.
I will certainly hold a grand and glorious funeral for him.
This is to comfort the general's spirit in heaven.
King Ling turned and whispered a few words to a trusted confidant beside him. The confidant took the order and quickly left.
Before long, the entire Phantom City was bustling with activity.
The night before General Yue was to be buried.
The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the winding official road.
Shanzi and his group had endured a long and arduous journey.
The figure finally appeared in the direction of Phantom City.
As they got closer to the city gate.
They keenly sensed an unusual atmosphere permeating the city.
It was a depressing and heavy atmosphere.
It was as if an invisible boulder was pressing heavily on the entire Illusionary Spirit City.
Finally, the group arrived at the city gate.
The guards on the city wall held torches, their flames flickering in the night wind.
Their weary figures stretched out long.
Afu took the token out of his pocket.
The token, illuminated by the firelight,
It gleamed with a cold, sharp light.
The city's garrison leader's expression hardened when he saw the token.
He immediately saluted Afu and the others.
Don't dare to slack off at all.
Afu cupped his hands and nodded slightly in return.
He asked, "Greetings, General. May I ask if King Ling and the others have returned?"
The city's garrison leader quickly and respectfully replied.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, the Spirit King has returned."
They should be at the general's residence right now.
Afu: "Oh, the Spirit King is not in his Spirit King Palace at this time."
How did you end up at the general's mansion?
The city's garrison leader said, "My lord, you may not know this, but General Yue has passed away."
Upon hearing this, Afu felt a pang of anxiety and quickly said, "Thank you for informing me."
After saying this, he and Shanzi and the others hurriedly rode into the city.
The sound of horses' hooves echoed through the quiet streets.
It seemed to be knocking on everyone's anxious hearts.
Shanzi and the others arrived in front of the General's Mansion.
The soldiers initially tried to stop them.
Seeing that it was Afu, they chatted for a few minutes and then let them in.
Shanzi and the others hurriedly dismounted and stepped into the general's mansion.
Upon entering the mansion, a heavy atmosphere of sorrow immediately enveloped you.
The once bustling general's mansion is now shrouded in deathly silence.
Only a few unburnt white candles flickered in the wind, emitting a faint light.
Shanzi and his group entered the hall.
After exchanging greetings with everyone, the group offered incense to the old general.
White lanterns were hung inside and outside the general's mansion.
It swayed gently in the wind, making a rustling sound.
It seemed as if they were also mourning for General Yue.
The coffin, meticulously crafted by artisans, has been newly decorated.
Exquisite patterns are carved all around.
It symbolizes the general's illustrious military achievements throughout his life.
The mourning hall was filled with elegiac couplets and offerings from all walks of life.
The air was filled with the rich scent of sandalwood and an atmosphere of sadness.
Although the Yue family was immersed in grief.
But he still mustered his spirits and assisted King Ling in arranging the funeral.
On the day of the funeral.
The sky was overcast, with thick, leaden clouds.
It was as if even Heaven was mourning General Yue's passing.
The funeral procession stretched from the general's mansion all the way to the cemetery outside the city.
It stretched as far as the eye could see.
King Ling, dressed in plain clothes, rode a black horse at the head of the procession.
The soldiers, dressed in black, marched in unison.
Each step taken while carrying the coffin was steady and slow.
People along the way spontaneously took to the streets to see General Yue off.
Holding white flowers, with tears in their eyes, they shouted out the old general's achievements.
"General Yue dedicated his life to protecting our country and is our great benefactor!"
"The general's departure is a loss to our Illusionary Spirit City!"
The whispers of the people echoed through the streets.
Upon arriving at the cemetery, the coffin was slowly lowered into the grave.