A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

The Imperial Master curled his lips and said sarcastically, "It's really nothing to see. It's crazy and insane!"

His tone was full of disdain and sarcasm, trying to hide his inner panic.

"However, this little lunatic is so sure, could there really be some secret method that I don't know about? No, I can't take it lightly."

"The auspicious time has arrived, why don't you quickly announce your departure! If you delay, you won't be able to afford the consequences for your life and property!" After saying this, Xiao Sizha no longer paid attention to the imperial teacher and lay down in the coffin by himself.

When the Imperial Master heard that this was about money again, he was so frightened that he quickly shrank his neck, fearing that he might really cause some disaster.

He straightened up quickly and shouted at the top of his voice: "The auspicious time has come. Let's set off--"

His voice echoed in the ice and snow, with a hint of trembling and urgency.

At this time, the heavy snow was still falling, and the cold wind was howling, as if it was going to swallow everything.

The people who saw them off stood in the snow, watching the team slowly depart, their hearts filled with mixed emotions. The whole world seemed to be frozen by the blizzard, falling into endless silence and terror.

The team moved forward arduously on the snow, leaving deep ruts and footprints. The wheels made a "crunching" sound in the snow, like the groan of death.

The Imperial Master rode on his horse, looking back at the coffin as he walked, his doubts about Sikong Yan still lingered in his heart. And the little Sizhe lying in the coffin was close to Sikong Yan, and Sikong Yan's mouth curled up.

Along the way, the snowstorm became stronger and stronger, and the sky and the earth were in chaos. The snowflakes flying all over the sky were like white ghosts, dancing wildly.

But the team was still advancing with difficulty, moving slowly towards the direction of the capital, as if carrying everyone's hopes and expectations, and moving forward firmly in the snow and wind.

Snow fluttered all over the sky, and the whole world seemed to be covered by a layer of white velvet blanket. Sikong Yan's coffin was placed steadily in the spacious carriage, and the heavy curtains were tightly drawn, so that the situation inside could not be seen from the outside.

The coffin was pulled by two BMW horses, Sikong Yan's Taxue Wuhen and Xiao Sanlang's Pipi Heiliu.

Taxue is worthy of the reputation of "Snow White Prince", with his fur as white as snow without a trace of stray hair, his body is agile and his steps are light; Pippi is the "Dark Horse Princess", with his fur as shiny black as silk, and his eyes are smart and playful.

The two horses got along quite well and were extremely intimate along the way. You licked me and I kissed you. Their intimacy made Shui Qinglian and Xiao Sanlang, who were driving the horses, feel embarrassed.

Their bodies were covered with snowflakes, as if they were wearing a layer of crystal armor.

The Imperial Master walked in front, his figure hunched in the cold wind. The raging wind blew snowflakes, scraping his face like a knife, but his eyes kept turning back, with calculations in his eyes, always looking for the best time to implement his unknown conspiracy.

In the carriage, Sikong Yan and Xiao Sizhe were wolfing down the fire dragon fruit, and the delicious soup passed in from the rear window exuded an alluring aroma. In this cold weather, the steaming broth was simply a delicacy.

With her mouth full, Xiao Sizhai mumbled, "Brother Yan, this broth is so delicious!"

Sikong Yan smiled and replied, "Eat slowly and don't choke. No one is going to snatch it from you."

The two of them ate until their faces turned red and beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

Outside the car window, snowflakes kept hitting the car window, making a slight "rustling" sound. This kind of weather is just right for eating this hot and spicy meat soup. After eating, lying in the warm quilt, I just felt warm from my body to my heart.

The two of them thought it was boring to eat one bite at a time, so Xiao Sizhe blinked his eyes and suggested mischievously: "How about we eat a big piece of meat together?"

When Sikong Yan heard this, he thought it was interesting and immediately nodded and agreed: "Okay, let's try it!"

When they bit the piece of meat at the same time, they were so eager that their foreheads hit each other.

"Ouch!" They both cried out at the same time.

Xiao Sizhe rubbed his forehead and said with a smile: "Brother Yan, we are so stupid!"

Sikong Yan also laughed: "Haha, but it's quite funny."

But then, they thought the situation was hilarious and laughed happily at the same time: "Hahaha..." The laughter echoed in the carriage, full of childish joy.

The Imperial Master happened to turn his head to look, and heard laughter coming from the carriage.

This sudden laughter startled him, and he thought to himself: "How is this possible? Sikong Yan is obviously dead, how can there be laughter? Could it be..."

He didn't dare to think any further, so he quickly reined in his horse, turned around, and ran over anxiously.

At this time, a thick layer of snow had accumulated on his body, and his eyebrows and beard had turned white.

Shui Qinglian saw the National Master's sudden action and shouted, "Hey. Master, just go your way. Why are you running back?" His voice was a little vague in the wind, but it was full of doubt and dissatisfaction.

The Imperial Master ignored Shui Qinglian's call and went straight to the front of the carriage to find out what was going on. His heart was beating fast and his hands were shaking unconsciously.

"Could it be that Sikong Yan is not dead at all? Or is there some unspeakable secret in this carriage?" The Imperial Master's mind was full of various speculations. He rushed over and asked: "Who was laughing just now?"

At this moment, the laughter in the carriage stopped abruptly, leaving only an eerie silence. The Imperial Master stood outside the carriage, hesitating whether to lift the curtain.

And the snowflakes that filled the sky were still falling, as if to bury everything in the white silence.

He didn't care about anything else and rushed over to pull open the curtain - the movement was so swift that it seemed as if he wanted to reveal all the secrets before him in an instant.

Sikong Yan and Xiao Sizha were lying in the coffin peacefully. However, the scene was a little weird.

Their faces looked pale in the dim light, especially their mouths, which were red and bright, much brighter than before, as if they had just gone through some mysterious ritual.

"This..." The Imperial Master's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, and he took two steps back in shock. His heartbeat instantly accelerated, and his breathing became rapid. The scene before him was completely beyond his expectations, leaving him at a loss for a moment.

The Imperial Master lowered the curtain in confusion, muttering to himself, "Is it really as he said that if I give him air every day, he will wake up after sleeping for forty-nine days?" His voice trembled with deep doubt and fear.

At this time, the cold wind whistled past, lifting the corner of the imperial teacher's clothes. He stood there, his body shaking involuntarily, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind. If Sikong Yan could really be resurrected, then his conspiracy would be exposed, and the consequences would be disastrous.

Thinking of this, the state teacher's face became more gloomy, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and decided not to let this happen, and he must find a way to stop it.

However, faced with this mysterious situation, he felt powerless and confused, not knowing what to do.