The mountain clouds and rain were fickle.
One moment there was a vast expanse of rosy light and the setting sun, the next, dark clouds pressed down and rain and thunder roared!
In the black forest.
The rain poured down, the wind blew the treetops in a cascade, and the raindrops stung when they hit your skin.
The heavy rain and the wind made it difficult to put up the tent.
A sharp and harsh voice, even the storm couldn’t hide it.
“Hurry up! All of you! Can’t even put up a tent, what use are you?”
Qian He looked at the coffin, the talisman on the coffin was blurred by the rain, the ink net was fading, he placed his hand under the coffin, and the water he touched was black.
His face was grim as he instructed his disciples in a low voice, “Southeast, Northwest, you help me put up the tent, if we don't strengthen and suppress it, this fiend might come out!”
“Yes, Master!”
Southeast and Northwest didn't dare to be careless, they went forward to help Qian He.
Even though their clothes were soaked, their palms were chafed, and they stumbled and fell in the mud several times, they didn’t dare to slack off for even a moment.
They knew how dangerous what was inside the coffin was.
With five cultivators helping, the first tent was quickly built.
Dong wiped the mud from his face, his weary eyes hid a hint of anxiety, he shouted to the soldiers, "Hurry, help push the prince in!"
However, the soldiers just stared at him blankly.
The harsh voice came from behind the soldiers.
“Of lowly status, yet you have the strength of an ox, go, build yourself another one, this one is for the young prince to rest.”
Wu, the steward, spoke coldly, with a single glance, a dozen soldiers knelt in a line from the sedan chair, reaching the entrance of the tent.
Wu, the steward, held up his umbrella and lifted the sedan curtain, a child of seven or eight years old, with a rattail braid and wearing a brocade robe, emerged from the sedan.
He stepped on the soldiers, strolling leisurely towards the tent.
Wu, the steward, hurriedly followed behind him, holding an umbrella.
“Young Prince, the ink net and talismans that are suppressing the prince have been soaked by the rain, can you please let the prince go in first, so that we, the master and disciple, can cast spells to strengthen and reinforce the suppression?”
Qian He came to the young prince's side, his face full of anxiety, he said.
The young prince remained emotionless, “I believe my uncle, with his spirit in heaven, will also be heartbroken for this prince, for letting this prince go in first.”
“This…”
“You dog slave, do you know what crime it is to obstruct the royal family?”
Qian He wanted to say something, but he was interrupted by the young prince’s narrowed eyes.
Through his eyes, Qian He saw a strong aversion and impatience, as if he were looking at an disobedient dog or a pig, Qian He knew the young prince's decision would not change.
Looking at the soldiers around him, who already had their hands on their weapons, Qian He sighed, he had come to a profound understanding on this journey that the Han people in the eyes of the Manchu Bannermen before them were nothing more than cattle, barely equal to pigs.
He could only help his disciples build the tent with all their might, and pray to his ancestral master that nothing would happen.
As the saying goes, what you wish for never happens, what you dread always does.
Just as they finished putting up the tent, they had just breathed a sigh of relief, the Manchu Bannermen were pushing the coffin towards the tent, when a clap of thunder roared, like the wrath of heaven, striking the coffin!
The terrifying power of the lightning, through the muddy ground, spread outwards, within a radius of ten meters, the soldiers were all like they had been hit by brute force, they collapsed on the ground!
The dozen soldiers pushing the coffin were even more charred black, their flesh carbonized!
“What... what happened?!”
The soldiers were in disarray, the smell of burnt meat that permeated the air made them uneasy!
Bang!
Qian He suddenly leaped, sat cross-legged on the coffin lid, using his weight to press down, “Quick, rope!”
Southeast and Northwest dared not hesitate, they quickly threw arm-thick hemp rope.
The fiend is born, it will be struck by heaven's wrath!
This is because the corpse energy can't be suppressed, leading to the corpse energy attracting a thunderbolt from the heavens!
If they can't hold it back, the fiend will be destroyed, if they can hold it back…
Southeast and Northwest shuddered, fear flashed in their eyes.
Qian He quickly wrapped the rope around the coffin several times, tying an evil-subduing knot!
Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he felt a tremendous force coming from below, a faint red light flashed on the ink net and hemp rope, then exploded, the coffin lid, along with Qian He on top of it, flew up, crashing heavily to the ground!
“Master!”
Southeast and Northwest rushed forward anxiously.
The lid of the hexagonal bronze coffin weighed hundreds of pounds, plus the momentum of the fall, it could crush a person into meat paste!
Qian He breathed a sigh of relief and comforted them, “It's fine, it only hit my clothes!”
After comforting them, he turned his gaze to the coffin, his face heavy with worry.
He saw a figure clad in a brocade robe standing up inside the coffin.
He had a green face and fangs, his hands were held out in front of his chest, his black fingernails were long and sharp, and they gleamed with a chilling light!
Southeast and Northwest, upon seeing this, turned pale.
It's over!
The zombie... has come out!
“Hoh ah~~!”
The royal zombie roared, its bloodthirsty instinct caused it to leap down and charge into the crowd!
The soldiers, seeing the dead come back to life, and so terrifying at that, didn't care about rank or status anymore, they swung their long swords and spears, trying to scare the zombie that was attacking them!
The royal zombie, instead of retreating, pressed forward, the swords and spears that landed on it didn't even leave a white mark.
But the soldiers' iron armor couldn't withstand its sharp claws.
In less than half a minute, nearly fifty people had been sucked dry by it, its speed was frightening!
Inside the tent.
The four great inner palace guards stood like iron towers, protecting the young prince.
The young prince said nonchalantly, “Wu, the steward, those few Han slaves outside are not very sensible, when we return to the Imperial City, you can take care of them.”
“This… wouldn't be good, would it?”
Wu, the steward, looked troubled, it wasn’t that he was kind, but transporting the prince was a merit, whether it was a reward or punishment, it was acceptable, after all, they were just lowly Han people, but directly killing them might affect the young prince’s reputation.
The young prince smiled faintly, teasingly said, “What’s wrong? Do you think there’s a chance… that the ink net on the coffin has collided with your uncle?”
Wu, the steward, was taken aback, he nodded repeatedly, “To offend His Highness's dignity, is a crime worthy of death!”
The young prince nodded in satisfaction and closed his eyes slightly.
What was his status, and what was Qian He’s status?
A lowly Han man dared to block him from entering the tent, it was like looking for shit with a lantern in a toilet!
Bang!
At this moment, a dead soldier was thrown into the tent.
The young prince didn't show any emotion on the surface, but he swallowed and said, “Go out and have a look, what’s going on outside?”
Although it had been chaotic and noisy before, he had only thought that the thunder had startled the soldiers who were putting up the tents, now it seemed that wasn't the case.
The four inner palace experts exchanged glances, picked up their weapons and went out.
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