The quiet late night.

The door seemed to be suddenly knocked open.

The door was empty and there was no figure.

A gust of cold wind blew in.

The two people in the room trembled all over, with a moment of suspicion.

But then, a feeling of uneasiness emerged in my heart, and I suddenly became alert.

"What's going on?!"

He Jing reacted first, looked outside the dark door, and shouted angrily: "Come here!"

It was quiet outside the door, without any response.

"Where are people?!"

He Jing became even more angry when he heard this: "Dog slave, come in quickly!"

“…”

Still no movement.

Outside the empty door, silent.

The cold air wrapped around the body rushed into the room.

At the same time, He Jing and Zhao Jing looked at each other, and their ominous premonition became more and more obvious.

What's going on?

Where are the eunuchs outside the door?

Why is there no one?

And the cold wind... why is it so strange?!

"Your Majesty, I'll go and have a look!"

A look of vigilance emerged in He Jing's heart. The atmosphere at this moment was so strange that he did not dare to be careless.

It is clearly the Dazhao Palace and the guards are tightly guarded, but it is now a bit heart-warming.

He Jing was tense all over and slowly walked to the door and looked out the door.

The outside of the door was pitch black and empty.

There is nothing.

No one!

The eunuchs and imperial guards who were originally guarding the gate disappeared.

"What's going on? Where are they?"

He Jing was furious when he saw that there was no one outside the door.

What happened to these servants?

How dare you leave your post without permission?!

He Jing immediately took a step and came outside the door.

It was pitch black all around, and a strange cold air wrapped around him. He Jing subconsciously shivered. How could the wind on that night be so cold?

And, so weird?

He was alert and looked around, but saw nothing.

It was so quiet late at night, why did anyone disappear?

Hell?!

"His Majesty!"

Just as He Jing turned around and looked into the room, a chill suddenly emerged from behind him.

Just like the biting cold in the winter ice cellar, his whole body was stiff and all the hairs on his body stood up.

He Jing suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.

However, it is still empty.

Still not one person.

But at this moment, He Jing's ominous premonition became increasingly obvious.

Something is wrong!

"Your Majesty, go first!"

He Jing's voice was quiet and his expression was anxious.

At the same time, Zhao Jing in the room also had a premonition that something was wrong.

Why are the servants missing in the deep palace of Dazhao?

A trace of coldness flashed in Zhao Jing's eyes and he was about to turn around and leave.

Just then.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Suddenly a cold wind blew, and the windows around the room were suddenly blown by the cold wind.

Even the newly opened door suddenly closed!

"Bang!"

With a light sound, Zhao Jing and He Jing were blocked as the door closed.

"His Majesty?!"

He Jing's anxious and panic sound came from outside the door.

But the next second, the sound came to an abrupt end.

It seemed to disappear in place.

Zhao Jing's pupils suddenly shrank, and he felt something was wrong. He quickly retreated, returned to the edge of the bed in the room, and touched a sword hanging from the wall, staring coldly around: "Who?!"

"Who? Dare to pretend to be a ghost here? Come out for me?"

The voice of a harsh and cowardly echoed in the room.

However, there was still no response.

Immediately afterwards, the lights in the room suddenly shaking.

The dim lights stirred the room particularly swayed, and this scene made Zhao Jing's face suddenly change.

There is no trace of air flowing in the closed room. How can the light shake?!

Expert!

He must be a top expert!

"Get out!"

Zhao Jing, who was slightly flustered in his heart, suddenly pulled out the sword in his hand and chopped into a room in the air.

A sword energy came out of his hand and slashed down from the air.

"Bang!"

A delicately carved sandalwood chair not far away was split.

"Pretending to be a ghost? Who do you want to scare? If you don't come out again, don't blame me for being rude?"

Zhao Jing's voice was particularly gloomy, with a little panic in the gloom.

The unknown enemy is the most terrifying!

He was on high alert in the Dazhao Palace, how did the other party break in?

And his people?

Where is the imperial guards?

Why can't anyone see you?

Have they all been solved?

Thinking of this possibility, Zhao Jing's face changed and he tightened the sword in his hand.

Next second.

"Bang!"
To be continued...