The watchman was in shock. He didn't drink tonight. He was sure that he was right. He was so frightened that he didn't dare to fight. He ran home and got under the quilt to tremble, thinking that he would find a Taoist priest to exorcise the evil spirits tomorrow.
Murong Che's ghost did not return directly to the Phoenix Garden, but drifted into the Sixth Prince's Mansion.
A servant got up at night to urinate. He saw a piece of cloth floating in the air and screamed in fright.
A group of patrolling guards came over. The leading guard asked, "What are you yelling for in the middle of the night?"
"Something... something flew by..." The servant turned pale with fright.
A group of guards looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary. The leader of the guard said angrily, "What's there? The ghosts were roaring and screaming in the middle of the night, frightening the sixth prince to rest. What should I do? Take him down, beat twenty big boards, and imprison him.
Three days in the woodshed."
"No, something like leather really flew by..." The servant wanted to explain, but was dragged away by two guards, who put a cloth in his mouth, hit a board and threw it to the woodshed.
The guards continued to patrol, and one of the guards said, "I recognize the guy just now, his name is A Kang. I heard that he has good eyesight and hearing. He is also so young and has always been honest. He doesn't seem like someone who dares to tell such lies.
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Another guard said, "Looking at the way he was so scared that he almost peed his pants, it seems like it's true..."
"Have you ever felt cold?" The voice was as quiet as water, like the sound of nature.
"It's very cold and chilly..." Several guards answered and couldn't help but wrap their arms around themselves, "It's weird, why wasn't it so cold just now..."
As several people were talking, their expressions suddenly froze when they thought of something.
That voice just now was not from their small team!
The leading guard had the courage to shout, "Who? Who is talking? Hurry up and admit it..." He was too frightened to speak.
"None of us spoke..." All the guards denied it and glanced around. Except for the chills and goosebumps all over their bodies, no one saw anything unusual.
Murong Che's soul was floating in front of them, but a group of guards seemed to be blind.
Murong Che's soul flickered in and out, and the rage around him was almost uncontrollable. He wanted to kill someone!
He was filled with resentment that he could not spit out. His cultivation as a ghost was terrifyingly deep. The deeper his cultivation, the greater the intensity of his resentment!
He felt that the boundless resentment was about to make him explode!
A group of guards trembled and did not dare to move. It seemed that if they moved, they would die at any time. They were so afraid that their faces turned pale...
Murong Che opened his eyes full of violence, clenched his fists and tried his best to control himself.
Thinking of Feng Jingyun's stunning face, he repeatedly told himself in his heart that he could not lose control and kill people. Otherwise, if he lost control once, his violence would become even worse and he would be out of control.
He didn't want her to see him like this!
Feng Jingyun...
The woman who made him fall in love with him just thinking about it...
The color of his eyes gradually returned to clarity.
His figure was as transparent as the wind, floating towards the most gorgeous room.
After a while, one of the guards said cautiously, "It doesn't seem so cold anymore..."
Another guard said, "Did you feel that the voice just now sounded familiar... like..."
The head guard's face turned pale, "Don't talk nonsense!" This team of guards used to follow the Sixth Prince in and out of the palace, and they were very familiar with Prince Murong Che's voice. Although since the Sixth Prince... became a useless person,
