At first, no one paid attention to the strange sound in the coffin. The Yang family was just concerned about persuading Yang Guozhong's wife Pei Rou to go.

Pei Rou accepted the truth and refused to let go no matter what. Yang Guozhong is her god. With Yang Guozhong here, she is the most powerful lady in Chang'an City. Now that Yang Guozhong is dead, even if she has a son and a daughter-in-law, the saints and concubines in the palace are willing to protect her. After all, it is still different. She is now a widow, and no one respects her and fears her as before. The murderer who killed Yang Guozhong was the evil man who took away her power. She wished she could kill a bloody river, so how could she care about anything else?

Mrs. Guoguo's sisters also came to persuade her. She had been persuaded too much, but she lost her patience when she saw that she was not in trouble. Mrs. Qin was in poor health, and turned around and left to rest, too lazy to continue talking to her. Mrs. Guoguo ordered directly to her son and daughter-in-law: "Your mother is too sad, and she is crazy when she gains and loses her heart. Why do you continue to let her make trouble here? Why don't you send her back to the house to rest quickly?!"

Yang Guozhong's sons hurriedly went to help Pei Rou, but she threw it away. She ran to the mourning hall and threw it on the coffin and cried: "Sir, sir! Open your eyes--" Before he finished speaking, he turned into a scream.

At first, everyone just chased into the mourning hall. When they heard Pei Rou's screams, they were all shocked. Looking in the sound, Yang Guozhong, who was supposed to be lying in the coffin, sat up at some point, opened his eyes and stared at Pei Rou blankly. The latter had already had his legs weak and he was sitting on the ground, trembling all over and rubbing back, as if he had seen something terrible.

Although Pei Rou cried and begged Yang Guozhong to open her eyes, Yang Guozhong really opened her eyes, and she couldn't accept it.

Yang Guozhong's eldest son Yang Xuan was pushed forward by his brothers, and he tried to scream with courage: "Aye? You are... but what else do you have to give?"

Yang Guozhong turned his head to look at him in a daze, his movements didn't seem to be done by a living person at all. Yang Xuan's legs were so weak: "Ah...Aye?"

He called out, and Yang Guozhong in the coffin stood up straight, without raising his foot, but pulled his whole body up apart, his feet hanging in the air, "floating" out of the coffin flat, and then fell back to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Guozhong, who was not sure whether it was a dead person or a living person, spoke: "Can the guest be sent away?" His voice was hoarse and harsh, and he could only vaguely recognize that it was his own voice.

But no matter whether the sound was his or her own, the people in the mourning hall could not care about it. Everyone saw that he had just "floated" out of the coffin, and they didn't think he was pretending to be a prank or a prank, they just thought it was a haunted!

With a scream, everyone was scared to run out of the mourning hall, even Yang Guozhong's wife and son were no exception. The noble ladies were so scared that they were so scared that they even lost their shoes. When everyone ran away, only Yang Guozhong was left in the mourning hall, with shoes, silk handkerchiefs and jewelry all over the floor.

Yang Guozhong seemed to have seen nothing, and continued to open his mouth and said, "It's good to send it away. These people have some talent and will have some use for them in the future. We will be more interested in it. Don't ask others to pull them away."

It was as if someone was listening to the tutor in front of him, and he had never died, but he just had someone send away the guests who came to visit him and then casually ordered his nephew.

The mourning hall became darker and darker. The dark clouds in the sky outside had already covered all the sky, so strange that everyone noticed something was wrong.

Li Lijun, who was watching all this through the bronze mirror, was naturally no exception.

Erhong looked at Yang Guozhong who had been resurrected from the dead in a daze, feeling that she seemed to be dreaming. But Li Lijun was not completely mentally prepared for this matter, and she would not be too shocked. Just looking at Yang Guozhong, who is now a living dead, she really wanted to know how that powerful man planned to end it? She really wanted to let this puppet-like "Yang Guozhong" tell everyone that he was not dead, is everything wrong?

Immediately, a warning suddenly appeared in Li Lijun's mind.

She immediately opened her spiritual vision and used the method given by Empress Houtu to carefully feel it. She soon noticed a strong pressure descending from the sky and headed directly towards the Yang family mansion in Xuanyangfang. Even if Daozhengfang and Xuanyangfang were separated by a whole East City, this pressure was enough to make her breathless.

Erhong's cultivation was weaker than her, and she was even more unbearable. She was sitting on the ground with weak legs, unable to do anything except gasping for breath.

Li Lijun made a quick decision, put the bronze mirror on her sleeve, pulled Erhong's hand, then turned over and jumped out of the back window, and quickly dug a hole in the mud under the window, and hid Erhong in the depths of the hole in the blink of an eye. As the soil above her head was laminated and buried as soon as the first time, the master and servant were already in the depths of the ground six feet below the ground.

Just in case, Li Lijun pinched the magic tricks and remotely controlled all the small paper cranes and talismans in the Yang family's mansion to burn and destroy them by themselves, so as to leave no trace.

Her hands and feet were fast enough. When she finished all this, a cool magic power slowly spread out with Yang Guozhong's mansion as the center. It not only shaved across the entire Xuanyangfang, but also shaved across the imperial city's official offices, the Sui Wangfu in Daozhengfang, the Xingqing Palace, the Tai Chi Palace, the Daming Palace, the Daming Palace... Finally, it shaved across the entire Chang'an City.

Li Lijun hid in the pit and didn't know anything about the outside world. She just watched Erhong recover, and replied in her state, wiping sweat, sat up again and said: "What happened just now...?

Li Lijun only told her: "That powerful man took action, and I don't know how he would deal with Yang Guozhong's resurrection."

"What?" Erhong looked at her in confusion, but Li Lijun really didn't know how to explain it clearly. In the eyes of any normal person or a normal monk, the powerful's approach... cannot be considered normal. How should she explain it?

The master and servant waited in the pit for almost half an hour, and then they felt Qiuxiang tear up the talisman and summon Li Lijun, and then they went out again.

Li Lijun went back to the room again, Erhong stayed behind and restored the pit to its original state. Qiuxiang and Shi Qing were probably looking for them for a while, but they couldn't find it, so they had to tear a spell. When they heard something in the bedroom, they ran in and saw it and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's considered to have found the little lady! Princess Dou just sent someone over to call her. I've already made excuses, but I can't find anyone anymore, and I don't know how to reply!"

Li Lijun blinked: "I just got out. What did the grandma send someone to me for?"

Qiuxiang said: "It was said that Yang Guojiu was in good condition. Yang's family wanted to hold a big banquet and invite court officials and royal relatives. The prince was impatient with socializing with his family, and was afraid that the saints and imperial concubines would not like it, so he made an excuse to be old. The king of the heir was injured again and planned to go to Lishan Villa to take refuge in the cold and recuperate until the New Year before coming back! In order not to be criticized, the prince planned to set off today. The princess sent someone to urge the little lady to pack her luggage as soon as possible!"

Li Lijun was stunned: "Yang Guozhong's condition is very good? Didn't he say... he died of illness?"

Shi Qing smiled and said, "Si Wang cursed him to die early, but how could a person die so easily? I heard that the saint sent an imperial physician to take the pulse of Yang Guojiu. He was sure that it was already great, otherwise where would his family have the leisure to hold a big banquet?"

Li Lijun looked at their smiling faces and for some reason, she suddenly felt the urge to laugh.

This is really... ridiculous!

Suddenly I realized that today is the winter solstice... However, there are no good dishes to eat today, so I can only wish you a happy winter solstice~~~

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!