A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

The night was getting darker and darker, and the snow was falling, as if covering the silent world with a layer of cold gauze. The camp looked eerie and strange under the dim moonlight, and the shadows around seemed to hide countless unknown fears.

Xiao Sanlang, who had been silent all the time, added indifferently: "It may still be in time. Look around in the various camps to see if there are any vacant beds. It may be warmer if we squeeze together..."

As he spoke, he casually touched the long sword in his hand. The blade reflected the faint moonlight, revealing a hint of coldness. There was no expression on his face, like a cold statue, but he frowned slightly, and his eyes looked deep and elusive in the darkness.

"What?!" The national teacher was greatly shocked, his eyes widened like copper bells, his mouth opened wide, his face was full of disbelief, and his face turned ashen in an instant.

Asking him to squeeze in with the soldiers was really frustrating. He had never been treated like this before, and the veins on his forehead were bulging with anger.

Shui Qinglian glanced at him sideways and said in a teasing tone, "If it's any later, I'm afraid there won't even be room to squeeze in!" He had a sly smile on his face, his eyes narrowed into slits, and there was a hint of gloating in his eyes.

The Imperial Master was furious and anxious after hearing this. His face turned from blue to purple. He shook his hands and fiercely threw down his sleeves. He snorted coldly. The sound was particularly harsh in the quiet snowy night. The corner of his mouth was twisted to one side in anger. He turned and walked towards the tent. His figure looked lonely and angry in the snow, and his steps were hurried and messy.

Shui Qinglian looked at the back of the national teacher going away, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud. The laughter echoed in the empty snowy night, which seemed particularly abrupt. He pointed at Xiao Sanlang, laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist, and tears were about to come out: "Hahahaha... You really are worthy of being General Xiao, absolutely, absolutely, I'm afraid I'll find it tomorrow after this search, hahahaha!"

Various types of laughter also came from the coffins in the carriage -

“Hahahaha…” The laughter was hearty and unrestrained, and the person who laughed had his mouth wide open.

“Wuwuwu…” The crying sound was somewhat weird, and the person crying had a furrowed brow and a face full of pain.

"Quack, quack, quack..." This strange sound is even more creepy, and the person who makes the sound has a distorted expression.

The wind blew harder and harder, making the tent whistle. The snow fell heavily, as if to bury everything in the world. In the woods in the distance, the sound of branches being broken by the snow could be heard from time to time, as if something was quietly approaching in the darkness.

Suddenly, a night owl let out a shrill cry, breaking the tranquility of the night sky. Shui Qinglian's laughter stopped abruptly, and he couldn't help but shudder. An inexplicable fear surged into his heart, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly, becoming extremely frightened.

Xiao Sanlang also subconsciously tightened the sword in his hand, looking around vigilantly, with a frown and a serious expression.

The imperial teacher shuttled between the tents. Every time he opened the curtain of a tent, it was dark and silent inside, with only the snoring of the soldiers. His heart beat faster and faster, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, as if he could feel a pair of eyes watching him in the dark, his face was full of panic, anger and anxiety.

The entire camp was shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere, as if it was hiding endless dangers and unknowns.

The night was dark, and the cold wind howled through the entire camp. Snow flakes fluttered down, covering the ground with a layer of silver gauze.

The Imperial Master shuttled back and forth between the tents, looking for a place to rest until his eyebrows were burning. His originally calm face was now full of anxiety, and his brows were tightly twisted into a big knot.

There were thunderous snoring sounds in every tent. The deafening sound made him restless and drove him crazy.

He searched dozens of tents in a row, the candlelight in his hand flickering in the cold wind, reflecting his increasingly ugly face. But no matter how hard he looked, there was not even half a seat.

"Damn you guys! How dare they tease my master!" The master cursed in his heart, his anger was so intense that he had no place to vent it. He rushed out of the tent, gasping for breath, as if he wanted to vent all the anger in his heart.

His chest was heaving violently, his eyes were full of anger, and at this moment, the strong wind blew the snowflakes against his face, causing him to feel a stinging pain.

"You bastards, how dare you coax me one by one." The Imperial Master gritted his teeth and thought angrily. Suddenly, he thought of Han Mingguang. Aren't they all in the same tent?

"There is always a way out, there is always a way out!" Thinking of this, his eyes lit up, hope rekindled in his heart, and a hint of excitement appeared on his face.

He walked excitedly on the snow to the command tent and saw that the carriage carrying the coffin was several feet away from the tent.

There was silence all around, with only the rustling sound of falling snow. A sly look flashed in his eyes, and he secretly thought: Taking advantage of their nap is a good opportunity to strike!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel ecstatic, and his expression was as if he had seen the dawn of success.

There was still a dim light on in Han Mingguang's tent, and the national teacher barged in without even saying hello.

Then a woman screamed from inside the house: "There's a thief in Mingguang!"

The Imperial Master stood at the door in a daze. After a moment, his face became as gloomy as the sky before a storm, extremely ugly.

He said in a blaming tone: "Minister Han, how can you bring women into the military camp! This is not good. If the emperor finds out, you will be beheaded!" His eyes were full of jealousy and dissatisfaction, and he was thinking of bad ideas.

Han Mingguang was stunned at first, and secretly annoyed in his heart: This national teacher is really rude and arrogant. Then he laughed and said: "National teacher, you are too suspicious, these are soldiers from our military camp!" Han Mingguang's face showed some helplessness and some dissatisfaction with the national teacher.

The national teacher came forward, curled his lips, and looked disdainful: "He can only hold a needle, how can he fight a war? Don't joke." He looked at the woman up and down with squinting eyes, but he was thinking about other things in his heart.

Han Mingguang became more and more angry, wondering why this national teacher was so unreasonable. But he still suppressed his anger and sneered, "He is a logistics soldier!"

"Logistics soldier, are you serving a man?" The national teacher looked at this kind of woman who seemed hard to find in the world, and couldn't help but have the thoughts that a man should have! His eyes became greedy and obscene, and even a trace of saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Ming Yuexin was so angry that her face turned red. She slammed the scissors heavily on the table and glared at him: "Don't think that you can disrespect others just because you are the national teacher!" Her eyes were full of anger and humiliation.