A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

"What's so good about a dead person? Just take him home!" Shui Qinglian said coldly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised with a hint of disdain.

"But I suspect that the little prince is not there at all!" The Imperial Master said viciously. His voice trembled in the cold wind, but it still revealed ferocity. "If the little prince is lost, each of you will be guilty of the crime of confiscating your property and exterminating your clan!"

The curtain slowly opened, making a rustling sound that sent chills down one's spine. "Oh, that's enough. If he wants to come in, let him come in! Although we are all just following orders, this is a quarrel and a genocide, which sounds really weird!"

Xiao Sizhe sat on the edge of the coffin, swinging his feet. He was wearing a plain linen cotton coat, which looked particularly strange under the light of the snow. His face was pale, but his eyes were so deep that people could not see through them, as if they were hiding endless secrets.

The Imperial Master looked at him and suddenly felt his scalp tingling. Xiao Sizhe's cold expression looked even more terrifying in this gloomy environment. The Imperial Master always felt that Xiao Sizhe was the ghost messenger who would lure people into hell. He couldn't help but shudder, and an inexplicable fear surged in his heart.

At this moment, the sound of the wind around seemed to be even louder, as if countless wronged souls were crying. The Imperial Master looked at Xiao Sizhe and involuntarily took a few steps back, the snow under his feet making a "crunching" sound.

Xiao Sizhe jumped down from the coffin and walked slowly towards the Imperial Master. His footsteps were light, but they left deep footprints on the snow, as if carrying an invisible pressure. The Imperial Master's heartbeat accelerated rapidly, and his breathing became rapid.

"Master Imperial Master, don't you want to see it? Then please come in." Xiao Sizhe's voice floated in the wind, sounding ethereal and eerie.

I'm still afraid of a little "ghost" The national teacher gritted his teeth, pretended to be calm, and approached the hearse step by step. With every step, he felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet and rushing straight to the top of his head.

When he finally reached the hearse and looked inside, it was pitch black and he could not see anything. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew over and blew out the lanterns in the carriage. The sudden darkness made the Imperial Master scream with fear.

Looking at the panic-stricken look of the Imperial Master, Xiao Sizhe could not help but sneer, and pushed him out with both hands: "I've seen it! Please go back!" After that, the curtain covered the carriage with a "rustle", and the movement was clean and neat.

The Imperial Master blinked and slowly came back to life from his shock. His eyes were filled with confusion and doubt, and he muttered to himself, "What did I see just now? I saw nothing! It was pitch black."

After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly shouted in surprise: "The young prince is missing, come here, arrest all these people!" His voice became sharp and piercing because of anger, and it was particularly abrupt in the silent snowy night.

At this moment, a small foot suddenly stretched out from the curtain and kicked him in the buttocks. The imperial teacher was caught off guard and flew off the carriage and fell face first on the snow, leaving a big "人" character in the dark. His hat also flew out and rolled several times on the snow.

"This is nonsense. I think you are blind! The little prince was clearly lying in there, but you said he disappeared?"

The fire in the car suddenly lit up, and Xiao Sizha poked his head out from the car curtain with a smile, his face full of mischief and cunning. His eyes curved into crescents, and the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing two cute dimples.

He reached out and picked up a piece of black cloth from the coffin. Under the flickering candlelight, Sikong Yan's face, as red as the bottom of a pot, was revealed.

Sikong Yan couldn't help but smile at this moment, revealing a row of neat white teeth. The smile was particularly eye-catching on his dark face.

The imperial teacher was not convinced and stood up suddenly from the snow. His hair and clothes were covered with snowflakes and he looked disheveled.

His face turned red, his eyes widened, and he roared angrily: "You said it was inside, then dare you let me see it again!" His voice trembled with anger, as if he wanted to erupt all his anger.

"Okay!" Xiao Sizhe poked his head out from behind the curtain with a sly look on his face, his smile becoming even brighter, his eyes revealing a hint of pride, "Ten thousand taels for one look!"

When the Imperial Master heard this, he jumped wildly on the snow, waving his hands and roaring, "What, you want money again? You greedy guys are simply lawless!" His body was shaking with anger, and the snow under his feet was crunching under his feet.

The soldiers around could not help laughing. When the imperial teacher heard the laughter, he became even more angry and embarrassed. He turned around and shouted at the soldiers: "What are you laughing at? Hurry up and arrest them!" However, the soldiers just looked at each other, and no one dared to act rashly.

Seeing this, Xiao Sizhe laughed even more happily. He made a face at the Imperial Master and said, "Master Imperial Master, you'd better pay quickly, or you won't be able to see it!"

The Imperial Master was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do. He stood on the snow, gasping for breath, but the anger in his heart could not be calmed down.

The snow fell heavily in the cold night, as if covering the whole world with a layer of cold silver. The biting cold wind whistled, making the branches creak. In this silent and gloomy snowy night, there was a chilling atmosphere.

The Imperial Master had a gloomy face with a vicious expression that seemed to freeze the air around him. His eyes narrowed into a slit, flashing a sinister light, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I won't read it. I will write a letter to the Emperor and tell him that you guys have lost the little prince! Guess what the Emperor's reaction will be?" The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a smug sneer, thinking that this move would definitely make these people in front of him submit obediently.

The Imperial Master thought that they would not dare to do anything to him after he threatened them, and he could not help but feel proud. He had already begun to imagine these people trembling in fear and kneeling down to beg for mercy in front of him. However, before he could even blink -

Xiao Sizha raised his head and laughed, and the clear laughter was particularly loud in this cold night. His face was filled with a fearless expression, and his eyes were shining brightly. He said loudly: "Write it, write it, and then the emperor will send someone to investigate and see whether to execute my entire family or your entire family?"

Seeing his unscrupulous look, the Imperial Master's heart trembled. His originally smug expression froze instantly, his brows knitted, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

Yes, I haven't even seen the body, so I wrote to the emperor like this, isn't it too reckless? What if they hid the body, wouldn't I fall into their trap? No, no, I must see it clearly and investigate it first?

Thinking of this, the Imperial Master couldn't help but shudder. His body trembled slightly, as if he was shrouded by an invisible fear. It was a close call. If he didn't provoke the tyrant, he would have a good life. If he provoked the tyrant, his death would be even more tragic!