Hey, you are reborn too?

The weather was not cold, but the night wind made their bodies shiver and their teeth chatter unconsciously.

Although I don't want to admit that I'm scared, my body's natural reaction can't be deceived.

"Everyone," the prince held a torch in his hand, the flames dancing with determination on his face, giving everyone a shot of adrenaline, "Lord Zhongyong has passed away, there is no way he will come back to life. Please cheer up and don't scare yourself to death!"

"Yes!"

The henchmen deserved to be extremely loud, probably to dispel fear.

Yes~Yes~Yes~

The loud responses from the confidants just now slowly echoed in the mansion, like ripples on the water, spreading outward in circles in the dark night, sounding quite scary.

The confidants themselves couldn't help swallowing their saliva. A gust of wind blew and the hairs on their bodies stood up again.

Although what His Royal Highness said makes sense, today they searched the entire Loyal and Brave Marquis's mansion, turning it upside down, but they really didn't find the bodies of the Loyal and Brave Marquis and his wife...

Someone quietly looked up at the spirit flag and shuddered again.

God bless you, Anguo Temple bless you, please don’t let them see the loyal and brave Marquis “in action”!

The prince remained calm in the face of danger. He stood at the entrance of the mourning hall and ordered three teams of guards to patrol the perimeter of the mourning hall in turns.

The torches burned quietly in the night sky, emitting light and heat, exuding a special kind of warmth.

Of course, it would be better if it didn’t reflect the white lantern with the word “甸” written on it.

The lantern was originally white, but the red and yellow light from the flames shone on the outside of the lantern, giving it a faint red hue.

The light red color matched the dark night, and it looked somewhat ominous, even tinged with a sense of horror. At least the trusted guards did not dare to raise their eyes for a second time.

Holding torches in their hands and sticks tightly, and fearing that the body of the Loyal and Brave Marquis might not be found yet, the confidants were extremely alert.

But they had been standing since the evening, and had been standing upright beside the mourning hall, only patrolling with the team from time to time, which was almost a bit boring.

The moon set in the west, and its gentle light hit the earth, casting a veil over the already hazy Loyal and Brave Marquis Mansion.

It was already late at night, and even though the prince's confidants were alert and sharp-eyed, their eyelids were drooping and they kept yawning, and some of them could not bear it anymore.

Xiao Zhang, who is relatively young among the confidants, tore open his eyes that had been glued together many times, and turned them left and right almost stubbornly.

He was derelict in his duty by letting those people escape from the mansion this morning. Tonight, he must redeem himself for his crime!

He was looking around vigilantly, his eyes darting everywhere, but suddenly he stopped and the tips of his ears moved slightly.

He seemed to hear a sound coming from inside the mourning hall.

woo woo woo...

The sound was vague and unclear in the wind, and it sounded like a woman crying.

Xiao Zhang's scalp exploded immediately. Although he wanted to redeem himself for his crime, he was really afraid of ghosts and valued his life!

Xiao Zhang gritted his teeth and raised his eyes slightly, trying to see the expressions of the other guards, trying his best to get the conclusion that "he had heard wrongly".

But seeing that the person who had been resting with his eyes closed and yawning just now became alert and started to look around, Xiao Zhang obviously felt that something was wrong.

Could it be that I didn't hear it wrongly, and there really was a woman crying in the mourning hall...?

No way, didn’t His Royal Highness the Crown Prince say that the Loyal and Brave Marquis could not possibly come back to life?

Xiao Zhang turned his head slightly and cast his gaze towards the prince.

As expected, His Royal Highness was calm and composed. At this moment, there was a flickering light in His Royal Highness's eyes, and there was no fear on his face.

The woman's cries in the mourning hall were getting louder and louder. Xiao Zhang stiffened his neck and stared at the Crown Prince quietly.

The sound was so loud, he didn't believe that His Highness didn't hear it!

"Everyone," the prince finally spoke. His deep voice echoed in the night, giving everyone an inexplicable sense of confidence. "I'm sure you all heard the unusual noise in the mourning hall."

No one responded. The prince's words were like fallen leaves, floating in the autumn wind, gently caught by the ground, and sinking into the deep soil.

The prince paused and changed his words: "Lord Zhongyong led the army to fight for Dayuan and protected the people of Dayuan. He will not harm us, please rest assured."

The confidants swallowed their saliva. They wanted to believe it, but Your Highness, did you hear that the noise in the mourning hall is getting louder and louder?

"Okay," the prince took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "Your chance to redeem yourself from your crimes has come! Those who are willing to go with me to the mourning hall to check the situation, please step out!"

Everyone looked at each other. Someone took a step forward.

Xiao Zhang gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and followed.

When I opened my eyes again, I found that everyone had left the line.

"Okay," the prince smiled, "Very good, follow my command and follow me into the mourning hall!"

Everyone held their breath, tightly grasped the torches in their hands, and walked into the mourning hall.

"what!"

Someone called out softly, and everyone's nerves immediately tensed up.

"What happened?" The prince's calm voice sounded, which seemed particularly credible in the dark night.

"Your Highness," the man said in a trembling voice, "the lanterns, the white lanterns at the entrance of the mourning hall, have turned red!"

The prince's pupils suddenly shrank and he raised his head slightly, looking at the lanterns at the entrance of the mourning hall.

It seems to be really red...

The prince was genuinely stunned, fear was like a spider, densely entangled in a web around him, and he himself did not notice. Now that the web was tightened, the prince realized how intense this fear was.

He swallowed gently and felt like something was choking his throat.

He didn’t know if it was his illusion, but the torch in his hand seemed to grow dimmer and the chilly wind blew even stronger.

"Nonsense," the prince struggled to find his voice in the silent night, "This lantern is clearly white, where did the red lantern come from?"

Everyone was silent for a moment. No one dared to refute the prince, but no one was willing to agree with him at this moment.

The lantern now clearly no longer looks like the pure white color that we see during the day.

"We," the prince began, and found that his voice was shaking. He coughed twice and adjusted his state. "No matter what, let's go in first."

"Your Highness," someone spoke in the darkness, his voice trembling, "What if it's even scarier inside?"

The prince blinked twice. In fact, he didn't know how to answer this question, but the situation had changed drastically and was completely different from what he expected.

No matter what, we can't lose everyone's momentum now.

"I have clearly said," the prince said slowly, "Lord Zhongyong has always been loyal and patriotic, and would never harm the people of Dayuan like us. What you are seeing now is someone plotting behind the scenes. This person intends to destroy the reputation of Lord Zhongyong, so that he will not rest in peace even after his death."

"Our hero of Dayuan," the prince frowned tightly, his voice became gloomy, "how can we allow others to trample on him like this. Follow me, we will go to the mourning hall now!"