A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

"His cold and ruthless look was out of tune with the sad atmosphere around him. At this moment, snowflakes were falling on the shoulders of the national teacher, but they did not make him feel cold at all.

Shui Qinglian silently chanted: "Smirk once, roll your eyes once..."

Hearing this, the National Master suddenly turned his head, his eyes widened like copper bells, and asked his disciple fiercely: "Evil beast, what are you doing? This National Master is your master!" His voice was like thunder, and everyone around him couldn't help but tremble.

Shui Qinglian was not frightened by his aura. She straightened her chest, looked directly at the Imperial Master and said, "Master, you are too cold-blooded. The Crown Prince did so many good things in his life. Now that he has met with misfortune, it is natural for everyone to feel sad. Not only do you not show any sympathy, but you also despise me. I cannot bear to see this."

The Imperial Master was so angry that his face turned blue. He raised his hand to hit Shui Qinglian: "How dare you, you ignorant person, teach your master a lesson!"

The people around him also cast dissatisfied glances at the Imperial Master. Seeing that the situation was not good, the Imperial Master could only snort and said nothing more, but in his heart he was full of anger towards Shui Qinglian. And the snowflakes in the sky continued to fall, as if they were also weeping for the departure of the prince.

The Imperial Master was really annoyed by this disciple's behavior. He thought bitterly in his heart: "If I had known that he was so rebellious, I should have killed him when he first came to become my disciple. I would not have to suffer his anger here and he would always be thinking of harming me."

At this time, the wind was howling, and the snow was flying all over the sky. The face of the imperial teacher was so gloomy that water could drip out of it, and the look he gave Shui Qinglian was full of disgust and anger.

He didn't want to stay in this freezing cold place for a moment. The biting cold wind blew on his face like a knife, making him feel uncomfortable all over. The surroundings were white, and the heavy snow was falling, as if it was going to bury the whole world.

So when he saw the quilt covered, he couldn't wait to shout, "Close the coffin!" The voice sounded particularly loud and urgent in the empty snowfield, and was instantly swallowed up by the whistling wind, as if suppressed by this gloomy environment.

When Xiao Sizhe heard this, he immediately climbed out of the coffin like a nimble monkey, and pointed his finger at the Imperial Master in the coffin and said, "Why are you covering it? Do you want to suffocate me to death?"

His little face turned red with anger, and his eyes were wide open, as if they were about to spit fire. At this moment, the snowflakes hit his face mercilessly, melting into water droplets in an instant, and then quickly condensed into ice on his cheeks.

The Imperial Master opened his eyes wide and raised his voice, shouting, "How can we return to the capital without closing the coffin? We have encountered so many setbacks along the way, how can we not close the coffin?"

His voice became a little sharp because of anger. The snow around them piled up thicker and thicker, as if to trap them all in this cold and despair.

"Brother Yan and I are sleeping in here, what are we covering ourselves with?"

Little Sizhe was not afraid of the wrath of the Imperial Master at all. He turned around and said to the people from the north who came to see him off, "My fellow villagers, the Crown Prince is just asleep. He will wake up after sleeping for 49 days. He is now going to Youbulao Township! When he wakes up, he will be a lively and energetic Crown Prince again!"

His voice was clear and loud, full of confidence. However, in this eerie snowy scene, his words seemed a little lonely and ethereal.

"Really? Really?" The people were immediately excited when they heard this. The originally sad and heavy atmosphere was instantly broken, and people whispered to each other, with the light of hope in their eyes.

But the strong wind blew their bodies swaying, and snowflakes kept getting into their collars and cuffs, bringing biting cold.

The soldiers were also shocked, they looked at each other, some doubtful, some expectant. In the snow, their figures seemed blurry and small.

"Young Master, please don't lie to me!" Everyone cried with excitement, and the tears on their faces were instantly frozen by the cold wind. The sky and the earth were all pale, and only the white breath exhaled by people appeared briefly in the air, and was quickly swallowed by the cold.

The Imperial Master laughed out loud, his laughter sounding particularly harsh in the cold wind. He felt that this madman was so crazy that he could say such absurd things.

He said sarcastically: "Humph, you are just a young boy, and you dare to make such a boast? You really don't know your place!" The whistling wind sounded like the roar of a devil, which made people shudder.

Xiao Sizhe ignored the ridicule of the national teacher and looked at the people and soldiers firmly, as if what he said would come true. The scene seemed chaotic and full of strange expectations in the flying snowflakes.

Then, Xiao Sizhe turned around again and said to the Imperial Master in a menacing manner: "So the coffin cannot be closed now no matter what. Just move it to the carriage! I will give him air every day. The coffin must not be closed!"

His eyes were firm and his hands were on his hips, as if he had made up his mind and would not allow anyone to refute him.

At this time, the strong wind was carrying a heavy snow, tearing the sky and earth wantonly like the claws of a devil. In the vast snow curtain, the national teacher was stunned when he heard it, his eyes wide open, and his heart was full of disgust and anger.

He thought to himself: "Why, there is such a method? This kid is not doing anything strange! It is not so easy to bring the dead back to life in this world. There is a time limit and it depends on the situation. This lunatic must be completely crazy. Humph, humph! No matter what tricks you play, Sikong Yan is dead!"

But the Imperial Master did not reveal much on his face. He just stood there calmly, letting the cold snowflakes hit his face.

The Imperial Master pinched his chin and fell into deep thought. He was thinking, "Forget it, if you don't want to cover it, then don't cover it. If you don't cover it, it will be easier for me to do it. Humph! But this Sikong Yan looks dead but alive. Is there really something strange about him? Could he really be brought back to life by this little lunatic? No, I have to be careful."

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible sly smile. However, the whistling cold wind seemed to be able to see through his thoughts, and emitted waves of eerie whistles.

He walked over and carefully searched for Sikong Yan in the coffin. Although Sikong Yan had no breath, his face looked alive. Under the pale snow light, he looked particularly strange.

The Imperial Master's heart suddenly jumped, and he secretly said, "Oh no! Could it be that this kid really has the trick of bringing the dead back to life? If so, then my plan will be ruined, and I will not be able to explain myself to the Emperor."

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he began to feel uneasy. He squinted his eyes again, looking up and down at the little lunatic in front of him, trying to find some clues from his expression and demeanor.

The snow around was piling up higher and higher, like white graves, exuding a suffocating oppression.

"What are you looking at?" Xiao Sizhe noticed the Imperial Master's gaze and shouted fiercely. His eyes seemed to be spitting fire, full of anger and dissatisfaction. He knew what he was planning!