The little prince's gaze was sharp and determined.
Beside him.
The four imperial court experts were eyeing him like tigers eyeing their prey.
Qian He's expression changed. He knew that under the education of the palace, the Han people would always be the worst people in the little prince's heart.
She wanted to convince him, with her status…
It was extremely difficult!
In the end, in order to save time, Qian He endured it.
He instructed his disciples to push the coffin toward the tent that was about to be erected.
The muddy road was extremely difficult to walk on.
The youngest, Bei, had tears flowing out of his eyes, mixed with the rain.
Feeling the burning pain on his fingertips, he said aggrievedly,"Master, are these whips of the imperial family all so unreasonable?”
" He's obviously hiding from the rain and didn't do anything. What right does he have to snatch the first tent…"
" That was built by me and my senior brothers…"
Qian He listened to his disciple's story, and his expression became uglier and uglier.
In the eyes of the whip man, the Han people were all slaves.
If it wasn't to return the favor, he would rather die than accept the whip-man's business…
The master and disciples pushed the coffin to the second tent, and the tent just stood up.
" What are you doing?!"
A few soldiers walked over with unfriendly expressions.
"We set up the tent, and you pushed the coffin around. Now that the tent is set up, you still want to snatch it?”
"The elders often say that Han people are lazier than pigs, but they are also smarter than pigs. I don't know if they are smart or not, but I've seen how lazy they are!”
Hearing the soldier's words that were full of racial discrimination, everyone was furious.
He rolled up his sleeves and wanted to vent his anger on the soldiers.
However, Qian He stopped them again.
He had checked the coffin just now. The ink on the ink web had been washed away…
"I heard that you Banner People are also divided into three, six, and nine grades, and the hierarchy is orderly…" He narrowed his eyes and said coldly.
"You are all soldiers, and this is His Highness. His Highness is still in the rain, and you want to enter the tent?”
When the soldiers heard this, their expressions turned ugly. They looked at Qian He with killing intent.
As a banner man, he viewed Han people like pigs and dogs. If it were any other place, it would be a small matter to kill a Han person who dared to contradict him to vent his anger.
But…
Now that everyone had set up their tents, the rain was much lighter.
Many people were watching and listening. If they didn't let the coffin in, perhaps their lives would come to an end when they reached the Imperial City.
"Get lost!" The leader of the soldiers pushed Qian He and his disciples away." Han Chinese bastards are not worthy of pushing His Highness 'coffin!”
"Let us do it ourselves!"
A few soldiers pushed the coffin into the tent.
The people around them narrowed their eyes and looked at Qian He and the others with disgust and wariness.
The soldiers who could come to transport His Highness on his last journey were all disciples of the Eight Banners.
No master was willing to see a servant who contradicted their master!
Their gazes met.
All the Banner People reached a consensus.
Tonight, these audacious servants could forget about entering any tent to repair themselves!
Let's just live in the mud!
The rain gradually stopped.
He was so angry that his entire body was trembling.
He wished he could fight the soldiers to the death.
Qian He's heart was filled with sorrow.
What he wanted to do was clearly to return a favor!
Rumble!
A bolt of lightning descended from the sky without any warning.
The white light illuminated the entire forest.
Right in the coffin!
Everyone only felt a strong shock, accompanied by a numb feeling that climbed up their entire body from the soles of their feet.
It made people unable to stand steadily and collapse to the ground!
When the white light dissipated, the soldiers who were pushing the coffin were lying on the ground. Their skin and flesh were black, and white smoke was rising from them.
He had been struck by lightning and turned into a dried corpse!
" What…What's going on?!"
"Hiss ~ These Han people are Taoist priests, damn it…could it be that they did something to them?”
"Should we kill them to avenge our brothers?”
"I'm afraid that lightning will strike me…"
The banner man trembled as he looked at Qian He and his disciple with fear, panic, and…
Killing intent!
Looking at the miserable state of the Banner Men, the four directions were still in a state of fear, and their faces were pale!
If it wasn't for the fact that the banner men didn't want them to enter the tent and snatched the task of pushing the coffin, they would be the ones lying on the ground now!
Immediately after, the four of them were overjoyed!
This wave!
This was like shooting himself in the foot!
Qian He was slightly stunned, and then his expression changed drastically!
Heavenly lightning had a terrifying destructive power against evil!
However, the zombie in the golden coffin was a member of the royal family when he was alive!
There was dragon energy on his body!
Not only would this attack not take his life, but it would also drive the dragon energy to fuse with the corpse!
It allowed him to obtain an opportunity!
Bang!
As if to confirm Qian He's guess, an explosion came from the coffin.
It was as if someone was beating a heavy drum!
"North, south, east, west, use the Corpse Suppressing Technique! This beast is coming out!"
Qian He shouted.
He jumped onto the coffin, sat down cross-legged, and executed Thousand Jin Drop.
When the four directions heard this, they took off the ropes and tied the coffin tightly.
During this time, the sound of knocking kept coming from the coffin!
Even the coffin made of pure gold was deformed by the hammering!
The sudden change stunned everyone on the spot.
There was no one in the coffin, only a corpse!
How could there be a sound coming from it? Could it be…
The dead could still live?
The moment this thought appeared, it grew like wild grass in everyone's hearts.
It made one's hair stand on end as if they had fallen into a cold cave!
As the noise became more and more intense, Qian He's expression became more and more unsightly.
He…
He couldn't suppress it anymore!
Qian He flipped over and landed on the ground.
In the next second.
Boom!
The arm-thick corpse binding rope that circled the coffin broke inch by inch!
The golden coffin lid, which weighed more than a thousand pounds, shot out like a leaf blown by the wind!
He crashed into several trees that were as thick as an adult's waist before landing.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the coffin.
His eyes were filled with fear.
Ink-like black smoke rose from it.
A tall figure wearing a python robe stood up like a spring with his hands raised.
His face was ashen, and his body was surrounded by a corpse aura. His eyes were scarlet, and just looking at them made one's limbs go weak.
"Python robe…This is a python robe! Wangye's corpse has resurrected!"
One of the soldiers recognized this person and was so scared that he peed and shit as he screamed.
"Bastard! Aren't you Taoist priests?"
" Why aren't you optimistic about your highness?!"
"Quickly go and suppress wangye! We can't let His Highness hurt us! You can't hurt His Highness, or I'll chop you all up!”
The soldiers roared at Qian He and his disciples like they had gone mad. However, whether it was their words or their expressions, they were filled with fear…
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