[3] Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight, had a HE with the Villain

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Chapter 76.1 Who Is The Hero

Sang Yuanyuan looked at the scene in front of her and her heart was in an emotional churn for a moment, not knowing whether to be shocked or angry.

The tunnel opened by You Wuming was connected to a hall that was half built.

There are five large braziers that were lit in the hall. With the lighting from the spiritual flames, the brightness was almost equal to the twilight hours after the setting sun.

There are about three to four hundred craftsmen in the hall. They are leaning on the high and low wooden ladders, carefully chiseling the walls of the hall, and carving intricate patterns on the stone walls. The formed half of the hall is beautiful and gorgeous, and looking at that half alone, it is impossible to imagine that it was actually several zhang deep under the ground.

But when the eyes were turned to the unformed half, it can be seen that it was originally just a rough-cut big stone cave.

Looking out along the open door of the hall, the exquisite and gorgeous hall is lined up to the end of the field of vision. The craftsmen are like ants, crawling on the sides of the walls and climbing the pillars and domes.

This beautiful and grand underground royal city was really built with countless people’s blood, sweat and tears, because those craftsmen that were leaning on the wooden ladder, each of them had their legs broken and twisted on the wooden ladder in a very strange posture.

There was a sudden big hole that broke on the wall and two strangers, one cloud beast and one strange puppet appeared. The craftsmen couldn’t escape and could only open their mouths and stared at Sang Yuanyuan’s party in horror.

Judging from their movements and expressions, these people may have lost the ability to make sound.

Sang Yuanyuan unconsciously clenched You Wuming’s hand.

He gave a soft ‘tsk’ and said regretfully: “It seems that the plan has to be changed.”

Although he had long thought that the craftsmen who built the underground royal city must have been kept underground for a long time without seeing the sun at all, he did not expect that the Qin clan would have done such a great job like breaking their leg and throat so as to prevent any leakage of news.

“What was the original plan?” Sang Yuanyuan’s voice trembled slightly.

He curled his lips: “Drive the people away, let the underworld demons fill this place, and give Qin Yuquan a big surprise.”

Sang Yuanyuan looked at these craftsmen in front of her, who were extremely frightened but couldn’t move too far, for a moment and slowly pursed her lips. These people simply don’t have the ability to escape, and if the underworld demons come in, they will undoubtedly die.

This is just one of the palace halls.

Outside the open door of this hall, the sound of ‘ding ding dong dong’ was endless, echoing back and forth in an empty space. Obviously, the underground royal city was already quite large.

There are at least tens of thousands of people in this underground.

Saving so many people with limited mobility, how could it be an easy task?

Suddenly, she is stupefied, and then looks at You Wuming.

This lunatic who can bring the underworld demon into Tiandu, now considers the life and death of the craftsmen?

He knew what she was thinking as soon as he saw her expression.

He said impatiently: “If I let the underworld demon bite them to death, you will definitely get angry with me, Little Mulberry.”

After thinking for a moment, he jumped out of the hole and cut off a huge stone about the same size as the entrance of the tunnel with his sword, and blocked the tunnel with it.

“Let’s go.”

Amidst the horrified gaze, You Wuming leisurely took the head and walked out of the hall.

Sang Yuanyuan sighed, followed behind him and walked to the outside of the hall——It was difficult for these craftsmen to move and make a sound, so there was no need to worry about them informing others.

“There should be an overseer in this underground place?” Sang Yuanyuan asked while suppressing her voice.

Before her voice fell, they heard a crisp sound of a whip hitting someone ahead.

The craftsmen were mute, and they couldn’t make a sound even if they were beaten.