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Du Rui, an exceptionally forgetful reader, finds himself transmigrated into one of the top male harem stallion novels, but as the antagonist. Now inhabiting the role of Xue Xinyu, the cunning villain, Du Rui struggles to maintain his s...
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They didn't need to say it; Xue Xinyu could already sense their unspoken desire—they wanted their general back. But before he could even consider attempting such a feat, there was something he needed to know.
"How did he die?" he asked, his gaze fixed on the general's coffin, the stillness of it unnerving.
The answer was critical. Of all the soldiers here, the general was the only one who hadn't risen from death.
"We don't know," they answered in eerie unison. One stepped forward. "I was the last to see him, but just before my death, he disappeared."
Xue Xinyu's mind whirred with the implications. If their stories had clashed, suspicion would have clouded everything. But this unified response, the strange consistency, made the truth even more haunting. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to fall into place, revealing something far darker. This wasn't just a resting place—it was a cage, a meticulously constructed prison. Cultivators had built it, no doubt, knowing full well that even in death, this army posed an unimaginable threat. If the general were revived, their control would crumble.
They must have done something to the general's body, something to keep him sealed away.
The possibility of his resurrection weighed heavily in the air, a looming shadow that haunted both the trapped souls and those who had trapped them. Another thought, wild and unsettling, flickered at the edge of Xue Xinyu's mind—what if even Ende had forsaken its own general, abandoning him to this tomb for reasons lost to time?
Regardless of what truly happened, one thing was certain: some powerful qi, or perhaps an artifact, was involved in binding the general here.
Xue Xinyu stepped cautiously toward the coffin, each movement slow and deliberate, tension crackling in the air. The undead shifted, sensing his intent, and tried to intervene—but it was already too late.
Suddenly, arrows shot from the walls, swift and deadly, aimed straight at them. But Liang Zhiguan, always alert, raised a barrier just in time, the arrows splintering harmlessly against the invisible shield.
They stood there, poised on the brink of something unknown. The coffin, the soldiers, the deadly trap—it all pointed to one undeniable truth: the key to everything lay just ahead, waiting within that coffin.
With steely resolve, Xue Xinyu pried open the coffin lid, his heart pounding in anticipation. As the lid creaked open, what met his eyes was not the decayed remains of a long-dead general, but something far more perplexing.
The general's corpse lay peacefully, his face untouched by the ravages of time. Though his skin had the pallor of death, there was an unsettling warmth to his features, as if he was merely sleeping and could awaken at any moment. It was a contradiction—life and death intertwined, an enigma that defied the laws of nature.
Xue Xinyu's fingers lightly brushed the general's form, his touch respectful, not intrusive. He wasn't trying to force the dead to stir; he was searching for answers. His hands moved carefully over the body, feeling for any hint of necromancy or arcane tampering that could explain the strange preservation. But there was nothing. No signs of forbidden magic, no lingering aura of undeath. The general's body was pristine, as though time had not dared touch him.
