Back to the day I married my second wife, I turned around and married my ex-husband's uncle

The funeral procession carrying the coffin walked quickly, passing through a vast expanse of white grass and entering the woods.

Only after realizing that there were no pursuers behind him did he put down the coffin and stop to rest.

Zhu Xingtian wiped the sweat off his face and said, "Damn, it's my first time stealing a coffin, I'm a little nervous."

He was about to take off the mask on his face.

Suddenly, a lot of footsteps were heard from behind, and the wind blew up out of nowhere, bringing with it an unusual and sharp aura.

Everyone suddenly became alert.

The next moment, a large number of men in black appeared from all directions and surrounded them.

Zhu Xingtian scolded in a low voice: "Don't show your secret!"

Everyone pretended to be ordinary people and acted panicked.

Then a familiar figure slowly walked over, and Zhu Xingtian's face changed. It was Lu Lingsong!

"You...what do you want to do?" Zhu Xingtian took two steps back in fear.

Lu Lingsong's eyes turned cold.

The men in black all drew their swords.

The cold light was sharp, murderous, and extremely threatening.

Zhu Xingtian and others were sweating profusely. This time, the task given to them by General Jiang was to steal a coffin. They pretended to be ordinary people and did not carry any weapons.

If a fight really breaks out, all these fifty-plus brothers will die here.

Moreover, General Jiang specifically instructed that his identity must not be revealed under any circumstances.

"Are you guys robbing me?" Zhu Xingtian quickly searched his pockets, took out his purse and held it forward.

"Hey guys, we'll just give you the money."

Lu Lingsong looked at this group of people and felt puzzled. They looked like ordinary people.

"Search!"

Zhu Xingtian and others were in a panic, but they were held down and searched by the men in black. After a thorough search, they did not find anything strange on them.

Seeing this, Lu Lingsong said in a sharp tone: "Leave the coffin behind and get out."

Zhu Xingtian's expression changed. "This...this...how can this be? The dead are the most important. We still need to bury the coffin. Can you please show some mercy?"

But the men in black around him were approaching with swords in hand, and Zhu Xingtian didn't dare to say a word. Seeing this, he could only flee with his men.

Seeing them running away in panic, Lu Lingsong gave the order: "Open the coffin!"

When the coffin was opened, the body of the King of Chu, dressed in gorgeous clothes, came into view.

Everyone was shocked, "It really is the King of Chu!"

"Did those people just now steal the coffin on purpose?"

Someone said, "But they don't look like that. They don't have any weapons, and they look so cowardly that they don't look like people from the underworld."

"Perhaps there was confusion just now and they really carried the wrong coffin?"

Lu Lingsong ignored it, it didn't matter.

The important thing is that he suspected that the King of Chu was not dead.

He slowly walked to the coffin, reached out to feel the King of Chu's breath, but there was no breath.

There was no pulse.

really dead?

It doesn’t matter, I won’t survive anyway.

Lu Lingsong took two steps back and waved his hand.

The man in black picked up the oil barrel and poured it on the coffin.

Then a big fire was lit.

The coffin was completely consumed by the fire.

Lu Lingsong just watched, and only when the coffin was completely burned and the body inside was turned into a mummy did he feel relieved.

That way you're dead.

He can also get the job done.

"Bury it on the spot!"

After dealing with the burnt coffin, Lu Lingsong immediately led his men to evacuate.

In the dark, Zhu Xingtian and his men were observing, feeling extremely worried.

Seeing Lu Lingsong leaving, they hurried to dig up the soil, but the coffin and the body were destroyed. They wanted to lift the body out, but they couldn't get it out intact and were helpless.

Zhu Xingtian squatted on the ground scratching his head, worried and not knowing how to explain to General Jiang.

"Boss, if the coffin really contains the remains of the King of Chu, and it has become like this, I'm afraid that our Tianji Pavilion will be wiped out?" The subordinates at the side were very worried.

Zhu Xingtian's expression was solemn. "Who could have thought that Lu Lingsong would come and steal the coffin? And it's burned like this!"

"General Jiang should be at the imperial mausoleum by now. I'll explain it to her when she comes back."

"Life and death are in the hands of God." Zhu Xingtian sighed and took people to bury the body again.

At this moment, Jiang Ningwan was still leading the remaining Lingwei Army to escort the coffin to the imperial mausoleum.

When they arrived at the imperial mausoleum, General Ye, who was stationed there, came to meet them.

After the coffin was placed in place, Jiang Ningwan asked, "The burial will be tomorrow. I'd like to stay with the prince for a while longer. Can General Ye accommodate me?"

General Ye nodded, "Of course there is no problem, but it is cold in the imperial mausoleum at night. General Jiang, be careful not to catch a cold."

"We have been ordered to guard the imperial mausoleum. There will be someone outside at all times. General Jiang, just call us if you need anything."

Jiang Ningwan stayed alone with the coffin. There were people everywhere outside, and it was so airtight that not even a fly could fly out.

Jiang Ningwan stayed up all night alone, the bone-chilling cold making it hard for her to bear.

"Ah-"

After sneezing several times in succession, Jiang Ningwan left.

As soon as he stepped out, a bone-chilling cold wind hit him. Jiang Ningwan's eyes went dark, and he fell down after feeling dizzy.

"General Jiang! General Jiang!"

Soon, Jiang Ningwan was sent to a warm place to rest.

At this time, Qin Chengqian slowly appeared and looked at the coffin of King Chu. He felt suspicious. He didn't believe that King Chu died so easily.

He was able to crawl out of the bloody battlefield, so would he be poisoned to death by Jiang Ningwan?

No matter whether it is real death or fake death.

As long as the coffin is not buried, the person inside may be resurrected.

"General Ye, since General Jiang is ill, I will be the one to keep vigil for the emperor's uncle. Could you please get some firewood to keep him warm?"

General Ye nodded respectfully, "Yes!"

Then he ordered someone to add a charcoal brazier and some dry firewood to the mourning hall.

Qin Chengqian stood alone in front of the spirit tablet of King Chu.

In the second half of the night, Jiang Ningwan was awakened by a loud noise. She walked out of the room and saw flames rising into the sky not far away.

A large number of soldiers are carrying water to put out the fire.

a mess.

Jiang Ningwan felt dizzy and grabbed a soldier to ask about the situation.

The other party hurriedly said: "General Jiang, the King of Chu's mourning hall is on fire!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ningwan's expression changed.

Rushed over suddenly.

When they rushed out of the mourning hall, they could already see the fire engulfing the coffin.

Jiang Ningwan rushed in to put out the fire regardless of everything.

But he was stopped by General Ye.

"General Jiang, it's dangerous to go in now! There's no exit. If the door collapses, you'll be trapped and die in the fire!"

Jiang Ningwan was very emotional. "But the prince's coffin is inside! The body cannot be destroyed!"

"If someone is dead, at least they should leave with an intact body!"

Jiang Ningwan angrily broke free from the other person's hand and rushed into the fire.

In a hurry, General Ye raised his hand and slapped Jiang Ningwan on the back of the neck, knocking her unconscious.

Jiang Ningwan had already caught a cold and her head was dizzy. This palm strike made her fall down and it was difficult for her to get up. Although she was still conscious and could vaguely see her surroundings, she did not have the strength to get up and could not move.

In her daze, she heard General Ye say beside her: "I'm sorry, General Jiang, you can't let anything happen to you. I can't bear this responsibility."

Jiang Ningwan opened her mouth and uttered with difficulty: "Help... put out the fire..."

"I will do my best to put out the fire!"

Then Jiang Ningwan's eyes went dark and he fell down completely.

When the sky brightened the next day, Jiang Ningwan woke up from her room. Looking at the sunlight outside the window, memories of last night quickly came flooding back.

She rushed out of the room without even having time to put on her shoes.

I saw that the fire had been put out, but the condition of the funeral hall was horrific.

"General Ye, has the body of King Chu been rescued?" Jiang Ningwan's voice trembled with nervousness when she asked this question.