The First Tyrant of Daxia

"Shut up!"

Qin Yun roared.

"Humph, there will be no ghosts when I am not here, but once I come, the ghosts who died unjustly will come to take revenge!"

"Who are you seeking revenge on? Me?"

"These bastards make me so angry!"

Qin Yun slammed his fist on the table, causing it to shake continuously.

The generals in the hall knelt down one after another.

Xiao Jian was angry and said ashamedly: "Your Majesty, it is my fault for not doing my job well. I will go to quell the rebellion immediately and see what kind of evildoer it is!"

Qin Yun was very unhappy. Before the time for ancestor worship came, the ghost story happened.

Or inside the imperial mausoleum.

When this news got out, the ignorant people of the world began to question the imperial power by using the theories of ghosts and gods.

"Go, go quickly!"

"Block the news. I want to know who is causing trouble immediately!"

Qin Yun roared, and even Xiao Jian, a favored general, didn't give him a good look.

Xiao Jian looked unhappy and quickly retreated.

Outside the hall, Xiao Jian's roar could be heard: "Call the soldiers for me, and kill the demons!"

Qin Yun was worried and decided to go and see for himself.

At this time, a guard suddenly came and said something in his ear.

Qin Yun's face suddenly changed and he immediately rushed to the palace.

The palace was brightly lit.

The palace maids and imperial guards were all in a panic, holding torches high and standing in groups of two or three.

Qin Yun rushed in and saw Concubine Xiao Shufei sitting at the head of the bed with a pale face.

As soon as she saw Qin Yun, she burst into tears and rushed into Qin Yun's arms.

He was very distressed and frowned: "Xiang'er, it's okay, I'm here."

"Wuwu." She choked and her face turned pale. She could clearly see the shock in her eyes.

It took a while before she stopped crying.

Qin Yun asked all the maids to leave, comforted her to sit down, and asked with concern: "Xiang'er, what happened just now?"

"Your Majesty, Xiang'er just saw a ghost with disheveled hair."

Concubine Xiao Shu's teeth trembled, and she was in a state of panic: "It's... it's a former maid in the Yangxin Palace. She participated in the rebellion and was beheaded. Now she comes to Xiang'er to claim her life."

Hearing this, Qin Yun's face turned grim.

He absolutely did not believe that there were any ghosts in the world. It must be a conspiracy.

But the Mangshan Imperial Mausoleum and the imperial palace were haunted by ghosts, and such panic had already occurred in less than an hour.

How vicious!

who is it!

Something behind this!

The ancients believed in ghosts and gods, and the wronged spirits demanded their lives. Wasn’t it because this emperor was cruel and inhumane, and God didn’t recognize his behavior?

He took a deep breath and comforted her, "Okay, Xiang'er, I'm right beside you. There are thousands of imperial guards outside. Don't be afraid."

Concubine Xiao Shufei lay in his arms, feeling the warm breath, and then she slowly calmed down.

With a soft hum, her eyes red, "Your Majesty, can you accompany Xiang'er?"

Qin Yun smiled slightly: "Of course."

He reached out to help Concubine Xiao take off her embroidered shoes, then picked her up by the waist and put her on the bed.

"I will watch you sleep."

Concubine Xiao Shu hugged his waist tightly, curled up in his arms, and asked timidly, "Your Majesty, has something happened?"

Qin Yun lowered his head and kissed her beautiful red lips fiercely, then said domineeringly: "It's okay, Xiang'er, go to sleep quickly, otherwise I will be unhappy."

Concubine Xiao Shu was intelligent and wise, and she guessed that things would not be peaceful tonight, so she didn't want Qin Yun to waste time with her.

She closed her beautiful eyes, her face was so pretty with traces of tears still on it, and she gradually fell asleep.

Qin Yun patted her shoulders as if he was coaxing a child, and never moved away.

Just like that, a stick of incense passed.

Qin Yun made sure that she was asleep and breathing evenly before he carefully moved away, covered her with the quilt, and kissed her delicate nose.

Walk out of the palace.

Qin Yun looked at the crowd of people outside and said coldly, "If Madam Shufei is frightened again, you will all go to hell to accompany the ghosts!"

When everyone heard this, they trembled all over.

"Yan'er brought her personal maid and never left Shufei's side." Qin Yun looked at everyone with sharp eyes!

"Yes!"

A large group of imperial guards and palace maids knelt down, looking terrified.

"Mr. Feng, has Xiao Jian dealt with it?"

Old Feng looked grim, and whispered, "Not yet, the Imperial Mausoleum seems to be a bit tricky."

"There were also many imperial relatives and friends in various palaces who were terrified. They all encountered strange ghosts that flashed by and disappeared."

"special……"

"Especially someone said they saw the dead Wang Wei!"

Qin Yun's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. The ghosts who came to seek his life were just a coincidence. They were all the people he ordered to be killed.

"Let Shadow Guard A Yue lead the others to keep this place safe, and order Kou Tianxiong to guard all the palaces. No riots are allowed."

As he spoke, he walked out with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, mounted his horse and went to the imperial mausoleum.

Feng Lao, Tao Yang and other imperial guards hurriedly followed.

It takes some time to ride on horseback to the imperial mausoleum and the imperial palace, and you have to go through a major road.

There were gusts of cold wind in the woods, and the pale moonlight was shining, reflecting some ghostly fires!

A strange rustling sound was heard all around.

Qin Yun couldn't help but get goosebumps on his back and felt a chill.

He tightened the reins, frowned and looked around.

"Something's going on. Protect His Majesty!" Tao Yang realized something was wrong and roared. The imperial guards dispersed to protect Qin Yun.

Feelings of anxiety and fear quickly spread!

The imperial guards looked around nervously, clenched their knives, swallowed their saliva, and sweat dripped down their cheeks.

If they were not elite imperial guards with strong psychological qualities, they would have probably fled!

This scene is so terrifying, the ghost lights are fluttering, is it haunted or something?

Only Qin Yun, a time traveler, has a clear mind. He knows that the will-o'-the-wisp is actually "phosphorus fire", a physical phenomenon.

If he wants to do it, he can do it.

At this time.

In the woods, there was a strange "hehehe" laugh!

It was already late at night, coupled with the ghost lights, even though Qin Yun knew that someone was deliberately causing trouble, he was still frightened.

Half of the hundreds of imperial guards fell off their horses.

"what!"

"What should I do, Your Majesty? There is a ghost!"

"Ghost, ghost!" Some of the imperial guards had trembling teeth and could not hold their swords tightly.

But they did not flee in all directions and their discipline was very high.

"Shut up!" Tao Yang roared: "The emperor is here, and no ghosts can invade!"

The constant laughter destroys people's will.

Suddenly, there was a flash in the woods.

An old man in purple court robes with disheveled hair floated out without touching the ground.

He lowered his head and let out a strange laugh.

Suddenly he looked up and revealed his true face!

It turned out to be "Pei Ren", the former prime minister who had been dead for many years!

"You dog emperor, you are so cruel and merciless. I am here to take your life, hahahahaha..."

He smiled maliciously, and his pupils revealed between his hair were cold and ferocious.

Zheng!

Qin Yun drew his sword, frowned, and roared, "How dare you, you bastard, come to me to deceive me? You are just playing tricks, claiming to be a ghost or a god?"

He was very brave and patted the horse, which neighed and rushed out!

Instead of retreating, he advanced and rushed towards the "ghost"!

"His Majesty!"

Tao Yang and others were shocked and rushed forward to protect him.

"die!"

Qin Yun roared, and the big knife cut through the space. The light appeared in a crescent shape and slashed fiercely on the body of "Ghost Pei Ren"!

Bang!

Pei Ren broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

Mr. Feng, who had been silent all this time, suddenly fluttered his ears slightly, and his cloudy eyes burst into a piercing light.

At that moment, the dying old man became extremely sharp.

"get out!"

He roared, flew into the air, and rushed into the woods.