C3 (1/2)

Jun Mohan who was walking in the secret passage felt a chill down his spine. How cold, could it be that the poison is going to spread again?

He quickened his pace and disappeared into the darkness.

White Brook lay on the cold ground, his entire body dizzy. In the cold wind, he seemed to shiver a little. She only felt very tired, she really wanted to sleep like this for a long time.

But no, because she heard people coming, and there were quite a few of them.

”Reporting to the commander, they've been apprehended!”

White Brook's voice rang out like a bell. She suddenly looked up and discovered that she was surrounded by a group of uniformed men. A shining saber was placed against her neck. With just a slight movement, she would die.

”Men, take this spy to prison and guard him.”

A spy? Prison?

What are you playing at?

White Brook looked at the blurry figure in front of him, pain written all over his face. His head seemed to be about to explode, as memories that didn't belong to her appeared in his mind …

How could that be?

She actually transmigrated?

Or was it an idiot who could not speak and had the same surname?

It can't be?

So ungrateful?

But before White Brook could even react, he was dragged out of the Yellow Tomb by the arms of two guards. The area outside the Royal Tomb was covered in pure white snow. Snowflakes rolled down from the sky like goose feathers that fluttered in the wind. He gently landed on the grass, on the garden's rock garden, the snow fell on the ground, it was so pure and crystalline, it was really hard to bear stepping on it.

The front of White Brook's chest was soaked in fresh blood, making his clothes particularly bright and eye-catching.

Wherever White Brook passed by, the ground would be stained with blood, ruining this beautiful scenery.