Chapter 131 How Ironic

Xihe and the other two arrived shortly afterwards. She had vomited blood and was a little weak. At this moment, she was leaning weakly in Xiao Minxuan's arms.

Nangong Yan had gone completely mad. He grabbed a random person and yelled, "I'm asking you! Was there a body delivered the day before yesterday? It was a beautiful woman, about this tall."

The man was startled, his mind racing with fear, and he suddenly realized, "Yes, the afternoon before yesterday, a man brought a woman's body here. The woman looked exactly like what you described: tall, thin, and quite pretty."

"Yes! Where is she?"

"Yes, I burned it. That pile of ashes behind you, along with some unwanted debris and straw."

Nangong Yan was stunned. It was as if time had stopped for a moment, and only the man's words remained in his ears.

The hands that were tightly grasping the man fell limply to the sides of his body. Nangong Yan knelt on the ground with a numb expression. His black robe was covered in dust. He kept repeating a few words, "Burned? How could it be burned? How could such a living person be gone? She was right next to me. Look, she was talking to me."

The man looked around but didn't see the person the other party was talking about. He thought he had seen a ghost and walked away cursing, "Psycho!"

Xihe let go of Xiao Mingxuan's hand and walked over to the pile of ashes. She gently scooped up some of it with both hands, as if she was afraid it would break if she used a little more force. After a moment, she burst into tears, "It's my aunt, it's... her."

Everything should have settled. The person they had been searching for for more than half a month was found buried here, turned into ashes, and could not be found anywhere.

Everyone looked at the ashes scattered on the ground in silence.

I don't know when the wind started to blow, and the breeze blew away the dust on the ground.

"Ah Wan, Ah Wan..." Nangong Yan seemed to have gone mad. He called Zhao Wanyu's name over and over again, "Ah Wan, are you angry? Then... I'll atone for your sins, okay?"

Nangong Yan took out a dagger from his waist at some point and cut his wrist again and again without caring about his life or death. Blood gushed out, but he seemed to feel no pain.

"Nangong Yan, you can't die." Xihe suddenly said calmly, "If you die, there will be no more flesh and blood of your aunt in this world."

Nangong Yan suddenly stopped moving. He stared blankly at Xihe and asked, "What?"

Xihe smiled gently, but her words were cruel, like the whisper of a demon. "I forgot to mention that the Thousand Machine Powder has been absorbed into the blood since the moment it was contaminated. The only way to completely eradicate it is to exchange blood."

Nangong Yan was stunned when he saw the blood gushing out from his wrist. "What is this blood..."

"It's Auntie's." Xihe suddenly sneered. She looked up to the sky and sighed, feeling relieved. "You are Auntie's only flesh and blood in this world. With that said, do you still want to die?"

“No! No! Ah Wan’s blood!” Nangong Yan frantically covered his wrist with his sleeve, but he cut too hard and the blood seeped through his clothes and continued to pour out. “Why can’t it be stopped! Ah Wan! Why can’t it be stopped!”

Xihe started crying while laughing. She took a last look at Hui behind her, knelt down and kowtowed three times to Zhao Wanyu.

【Thank you for your love and care over the years. 】

Xihe walked out step by step without looking back, leaving Nangong Yan's crazy crying far behind.

She suddenly looked up at the sky.

Why did it turn out like this?

Her aunt was an invincible general and the guardian of the frontier.

The man who should have lived a glorious life became a rebel in the eyes of the public because of his lover's betrayal. He was suspected and insulted, and finally... died silently in an unknown desolate mountain.

Without a name, without memories, without past, he faced his own death with despair and emptiness.

The glorious ones die in obscurity.

How ironic.