Silent night.

The door seemed to be suddenly knocked open.

It was empty outside the door, no one was around.

A gust of cold wind blew in.

The two people in the room trembled and felt suspicious for a moment.

But then, a sense of uneasiness emerged in my heart, and I suddenly became vigilant.

"what happened?!"

He Jing was the first to react, looking at the dark door, and shouted angrily: "Here comes someone!"

It was quiet outside the door, and there was no response.

"Where are the people?!"

When He Jing heard this, he became even more angry: "You dog slave, come in quickly!"

"..."

Still no movement.

Outside the empty door, there was silence.

The cold air all over the package entered the room.

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

What's the matter?

Where is the eunuch outside the door?

Why is there no one?

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

"Your Majesty, let me go and have a look!"

He Jing felt wary in his heart. The atmosphere at the moment was so weird that he didn't dare to be careless.

Obviously this is the Jokhang Palace and is heavily guarded, but right now it makes people feel chilled.

He Jing tensed up, walked slowly to the door, and looked through the door.

It was dark and deserted outside the door.

Nothing at all.

nobody!

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

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

He Jing became angry when he saw no one outside the door.

What happened to these minions?

How dare you leave your post without permission?!

He Jing immediately took steps and came to the door.

It was pitch black all around, and a strange cold air enveloped him up and down. He Jing shivered subconsciously, how could the wind at night be so cold?

And, so weird?

He was alert and looked around, but saw nothing.

It's so quiet in the middle of the night, why is no one missing?

What the hell?!

"His Majesty!"

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

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

He Jing suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.

However, it was still empty.

Still no one.

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

Something's wrong!

"Your Majesty, go first!"

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

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

Why are all the slaves missing in the Dazhao Palace?

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

at this time.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Suddenly a gust of cold wind hit, and the windows around the room were suddenly blown shut by the cold wind.

Even the door that had just been opened was suddenly closed!

"boom!"

There was a soft sound, and as the door closed, Zhao Jing and He Jing were separated.

"His Majesty?!"

He Jing's anxious and panicked voice came from outside the door.

But the next second, the sound stopped suddenly.

It was as if the spot had disappeared.

Zhao Jing's pupils shrank suddenly, sensing that something was wrong. He quickly retreated, returned to the bed in the room, touched a sword hanging on the wall, and stared around coldly: "Who?!"

"Who is this person? Dare to act like a ghost here? Come out here?!"

The sullen voice echoed coldly in the room.

However, there was still no response.

Immediately afterwards, the lights in the room suddenly shook.

The dim light made the room extremely swaying. This scene made Zhao Jing's expression change suddenly.

There is no air movement in the closed room, so how can the light be shaking?!

Master!

He must be a top expert!

"Get out of here!"

Zhao Jing, who was slightly panicked, suddenly pulled out the sword in his hand and slashed towards a room in the air.

A sword energy came out of his hand and struck through the air.

"boom!"

Not far away, an exquisitely carved sandalwood chair was torn into pieces.

"Pretending to be a ghost? Who are you trying to scare? If you don't come out, don't blame me for being rude?!"

Zhao Jing's voice was particularly gloomy, with a hint of panic in it.

The unknown enemy is the most terrifying!

The Jokhang Palace was heavily guarded, how did the other party break in?

And what about his people?

What about the Imperial Guard?

Why can't I see anyone?

Could it be that... everything has been solved?

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

The next second.

"boom!"
To be continued...