Purple Saint Nation, Tianqi 50th year, winter.

This year's winter has been particularly long, with heavy snowfall and biting cold.

The heavy snowfall covered the newly built graves, located at the foot of the mountain.

According to the regulations of the Purple Saint Country, if a girl who is not yet 15 years old dies an unnatural death, she cannot be buried in the family tomb nor have a tombstone erected. Therefore, this grave sits alone on the outskirts of the Holy City, beside a desolate mountain.

The corpse in the coffin, who everyone had already declared dead, was now opening his eyes. He blinked once, then again, making sure his sight wasn't gone. Could it be that he hadn't been killed by the cannon fire? Had he been blown into a cellar instead? Otherwise, how could he see nothing? All around him was pitch black.

Just as I was about to sit up, the coffin lid above me slammed down hard on my head.

"Hiss~~~"

The wounded child scrambled back to lie down, clutching his head where he had been hit. "Ouch! Where am I?"

His hand swept around, feeling only stone walls. Completing a circle, a chilling thought flashed through his mind.

After going around once, it feels like I've been sealed inside a coffin.

The child rushed to the Phoenix birthmark on their wrist. Luckily, the Mu family's direct lineage space was still there.

Now calmed, he touched the stone wall with his hand. At this moment, a dagger that could cut through iron like mud appeared in his palm.

Zi bent over and found the weakest point on the stone wall. Taking out her dagger, she began to cut into it, all the while cursing in her heart, "If Gu knew who sealed this coffin, I'd skin him alive!"

The dagger was too small after all, the stone coffin too thick, and the grave too deep. Zi Jue was almost suffocating from lack of oxygen.

Even worse, because there were so many things swirling in his mind, he got a splitting headache and finally couldn't hold on any longer, passing out.

At this time, because he was being pursued and hunted, a man in black brocade robes with extraordinary poison could not hold on any longer. He fell directly from his horse and landed conveniently on top of a grave.

Because of the heavy snow covering, the man only thought it was a small mound. When he actually lay on top of the grave, he realized it wasn't like a mound at all because wherever his hand passed felt too smooth, as if it had just been smoothed over by someone.

The man was more severely poisoned and vomited another mouthful of black.

"My lord, my lord, are you alright?" The guard Qingfeng beside the prince saw the prince vomit black again and anxiously shouted.

"Die, this king is not dead yet."

The guard dared not speak again, and for a moment the world was silent.

Only the 'thump thump thump' sound caught the attention of both.

Qing Feng looked at the king in terror. He wanted to ask the king, was there a ghost below? Or was someone faking their death?

For a moment, silence fell. Qingfeng thought he must have misheard just now.

The man with the poisoned gaze seemed to have thought of something, his eyes narrowed slightly.

After about the time it takes to drink a pot of tea, several guards protecting the man also arrived.

At this time, there was a 'thump thump thump' sound coming from the ground, accompanied by a 'sizzle sizzle' noise.

Qing Feng confirmed again, he had not heard wrong just now, there was indeed a sound coming from below.

Qing Feng and the surrounding guards all turned to look at the king lying on the tomb.

At this time, Mu Yan in the tomb was so angry that she wanted to explode on the spot.

I woke up quickly. Once my thoughts were clear, I wanted to go back and give the person who bombed me ten thousand kinds of poison, so that they would suffer a living death.

What sins did I commit? Even though I poisoned all those enemies, if I hadn't, they would have killed me.

But they didn't go digging up their ancestral graves, and as for sending them to this time period across space and time?

Mu Yan confirmed that her soul had transmigrated into a person with the same name and surname on another continent.

Also a smoke, is the prime minister's mansion's legitimate eldest young lady. After carefully sorting out the information in her mind, she was even more indignant and picked up the dagger, cutting the stone wall again and again.

The king, sprawled over the grave, listened to the sounds from beneath and frowned. The words of Master Xuancheng from years ago echoed in his ears.

"Your Majesty, when you were around eighteen years old, there was a fatal danger that threatened your life. To safely overcome this danger, one must have a special chosen individual to help avert it. If this individual is someone who has been buried and then awakens again after resurrection, they would be the ideal choice. This person is extraordinary and not ordinary." The old monk has spoken his words; the rest requires Your Majesty to comprehend on your own."

If it weren't for Master Xuancheng's esteemed reputation and moral authority throughout the Purple Sacred Nation, just based on his rambling nonsense, the Prince would have struck him down with a single sword back then. How could someone who is dead come out of their grave? Either they are a ghost or a zombie. Does he think everyone is foolish?

The king at that time did not believe the master's words.

But now look at his own hands, blackened by the poison. It's truly horrifying. No matter what, could there be a worse fate than being poisoned to death?

The king looked at the dozen or so guards under his command and gave an order.

"Open this tomb for me."

Qing Feng heard the Wang Ye's order and was stunned. He hurriedly stopped, saying,

"My lord, this deceased has already passed. Let us leave some face for them." Qing Feng didn't say was that the tombs of the lord's family would be struck by lightning.

"Nonsense, I told you to dig, just dig! Hurry up!"

Qingfeng couldn't bring himself to walk stiffly to the grave. He first helped Wangye aside, then turned back, bowing his head three times towards the grave and murmuring softly,

“The immortal in the tomb, don't blame our lord. Our lord was poisoned and became somewhat confused. Any retribution should come to me. My lord has already suffered enough, please don't trouble him anymore. If nothing happens today, I will burn more paper money for you in the future, lots and lots of it. Immortal, you can't strike me with lightning today, can you?”

Qing Feng finished speaking and feigned wiping away nonexistent tears from the corners of his eyes.

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