Money can really do whatever it wants

Cao Liu came from the Yu Family Manor after fleeing from disaster. Because of his good looks, he was attracted by the girls of the Yu Family, and later he became the son-in-law of the Yu Family, the kind of marriage.

As a man, this kind of reputation may not sound good, but who cares when the stomach is not full?

The Yu family is exclusive, even if he is the son-in-law who came to visit, it is impossible to be kind and honest with him. He doesn't know what the underground palace is, and he doesn't know what the Yu family did to suffer this catastrophe, but he knows that he is going to die.

What is it like to die frequently? He has tasted it countless times. He is not very afraid, but a little regretful. After struggling for so long, the days when he thought he had settled down, turned out to be so vulnerable, he was going to die after all.

Seeing the black bug biting the back of his hand with his own eyes, he felt a little painful and itchy. The thing twisted its body, scattered into a ball, and then penetrated into his skin.

When he was unconscious, he seemed to hear human voices.

"So many people died? Couldn't the entire Zhuangzi have died?!"

"It's alive." The blue bird's voice is not as soft and cute as it was when it was young, but low and gorgeous, "I smell it."

At that moment, he didn't know where the strength came from. He lay on the ground, exhausted all his strength, and shouted "Help!"

He thought he had yelled loudly, but he was actually very small, smaller than a newborn kitten.

Fortunately, the other party heard it.

"there!"

The footsteps were getting closer, and in the blurred vision, two slender figures pushed aside all the darkness and ran towards this side.

Cao Liu finally couldn't bear it anymore and passed out.

Qin Mo raised his hand, a cyan light lingered on his fingertips, full of vitality like a green bud, and then he lightly tapped Cao Liu's eyebrows, and the green light quickly penetrated into the opponent's body along the fingertips.

"It's not an option to go on like this." Qin Mo frowned, "When all the living things here are devoured, they will spread sooner or later, and it will be troublesome then."

"What are you going to do?" Blue Bird frowned.

Qin Mo lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Burn it."

Once it burns, it will destroy not only the dead air, but also the village.

But this is also a helpless move. The matter has developed to this point, and Qin Mo has no better way, but before that, he still needs to rescue the living people.

"Where are the rest of the living?"

The blue bird raised its chin and pointed in one direction. The closer it was, the more corpses there would be.

Just as Qin Mo was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something and stopped again, "Let's take him with us too." He saved people to the end, and he couldn't let go after saving half of them.

"Okay." Qingniao happily agreed, but her body remained motionless.

Two people, you look at me, I look at you, neither of them wants to move.

"You don't hug?"

"It's the person you want to save, don't you hug him?"

Qin Mo was a bit—disgusted, if this was a pretty little girl, he wouldn't be too repulsed, but a man, he lowered his head and took another look, um, barely considered a handsome young man, but he still didn't want to get close.

He thought for a while and suggested, "Why don't you turn into a bird and put him on your back?"

Qingniao frowned, "Am I such a casual bird?! For the sake of you being my contractor, I will let you ride on my back. Don't think about others!"

Qingniao refused to cooperate, and Qin Mo couldn't do anything about him for a while. He squatted down and carried the person on his back with a forbearing expression.

People who have experienced the end times will always have some big or small problems. For example, he suffers from insomnia at night, habitually brings some food with him, and doesn't like to get too close to people.

Qingniao is keen, and I don't know if he is aware of this, so he always follows him in the form of a bird.

Of course, if you ask the blue bird, the other party will definitely curl your lips in disapproval, and then say arrogantly, "Who is for him, I just like to be a bird!"

Thinking of this, a smile appeared in Qin Mo's eyes, and being forced to stick to another person's body was not so unbearable.

Suddenly, his back lightened, and the blue bird carried him in his hand like a sack, humming as he walked, "Five bowls of glutinous rice balls, I want sesame stuffing."

Qin Mo followed with a smile, "Three bowls, no more."

"Stingy, miser, there is no water after eating the biscuits!"

"Hehe, two bowls."

"......roll!"

When they approached the ancestral hall, they heard a huge roar.

The black humanoid monster was banging on the door with a huge hammer.

Surrounded by dark waves, the small ancestral hall is like a small boat, which may be destroyed at any time.

The golden light suddenly lit up, and the surrounding dead energy avoided like snakes and scorpions, and a path was forced out of the black wave.

The golden mango shot out like a sharp arrow, and landed on the black monster with precision. With a touch, the black shadow suddenly exploded and merged with the surrounding black air.

The two of Qin Mo walked to the gate, and those black shadows gathered again. They wouldn't approach, but they didn't leave either, enveloping the world tightly like sea water.

This is what gives Qin Mo a headache. Intangible things like death aura don't scare him. They chase the living and devour the anger of the living, but they will actively avoid him and will not cause him any harm. , but it is very difficult for him to destroy them in turn. For example, can a person defeat a cloud of fog?

No matter how strong your strength is, no matter how flexible your skills are, but you can't even touch them, so how can you defeat them.

Qin Mo wanted to sigh again. Who brought these things out? He wanted to greet his whole family.

Be polite, though angry.

Qin Mo straightened his sleeves and knocked on the door very politely.

The people in the ancestral hall have become a group of frightened birds.

No one expected that Mr. Yu would hold Tangtang hostage. Fortunately, Huamanlou and Honest Monk were there. The two well-known masters in the world were helpless against the monsters outside, but they were helpless against ordinary people who did not know martial arts. Still more than enough.

With a wave of Huamanlou's robe sleeves, he approached the opponent very quickly. Before the kidnapper could react, his hands felt numb, and the child in his arms fell down, and was firmly held by Huamanlou in his hands.

"Don't be afraid." Hua Manlou comforted him by patting his back.

All these things happened in the blink of an eye, and when he handed the child back to his grandmother, everyone came back to their senses.

Mr. Yu was very angry, and was stopped when he was about to ask a question.

"Amitabha." A bald head appeared from behind him, and a monk's prayer beads were wrapped around his neck, and he said with a guilty expression: "Don't move, old man, the poor monk doesn't want to kill."

What he said was that he didn't want to, not that he wouldn't. The difference was that everyone could hear it.

It was the first time in Mr. Yu's life that someone threatened him like this, his beard was raised in anger, but according to what he said, he didn't dare to move again.

"teacher!"

His students are all helpless scholars, although they are very angry about this, they have nothing to do.

He could only glared at the others and said, "Are you just allowing outsiders to be disrespectful to the teacher?!"

Others are shaken, and this is the case in closed places, where it is easy to listen blindly, and once outsiders step in, no matter who is right or wrong, they will be unanimous to the outside world.

Seeing this, the patriarch immediately said: "They were the ones who arrested my grandson first, and the two of them were just kind enough to help."

Old Mr. Yu sneered: "You are reluctant to part with your grandson and think it's useless. Then when you handed over the daughter of Lao Qi's family and the child of Widow Zhao's family to me, why were you so neat? You didn't think that at that time. It's useless, now it's your grandson's turn, and you have selfish motives, you are not worthy to be the patriarch of my Yu clan!"

"..."

Cold sweat broke out on the back of the old patriarch. Facing dozens of questioning eyes looking over at him, he said hoarsely: "It's the old man's fault. When the disaster just happened, we should pinch the source, not It was a fluke, and the lives of those children were killed..."

"Heh!" Even though he was held hostage, Mr. Yu did not lose his momentum. He was about to speak, but was interrupted by a loud noise.

The entire ancestral hall was shaking, and everyone's eyes were on the smashed and rumbling gate.

Someone screamed out of fear, but was cut off in the throat by Mr. Yu's shut up.

No matter how calm people are, they can't help showing despair. Once the door is smashed open, they don't need to think about what is waiting for them.

"How to do......"

Mr. Yu's eyes were red, and he couldn't care less about the threat on his neck. He leaned forward, stared at the patriarch firmly, and shouted: "Yu Shizong! A grandson saved everyone here, sacrifice him, they You will let us go, do you want everyone here to be buried with your grandson?!"

The old patriarch looked at the desperate clansmen around him, and then at his grandson's black and white eyes. This old man who had been smart and capable all his life couldn't bear it any longer, and bent his back, "Even if we can escape this time, That is also temporary, their resentment is always there, we cannot escape after all..."

"It's only a moment to be able to escape! As long as there is only one person alive in the Yu family, they will never admit defeat!"

Huamanlou couldn't see it, but he noticed the hesitation in the old patriarch's voice faster than others, and he leaned towards Tangtang calmly.

And at this moment, the loud banging on the door suddenly disappeared, and the sound of his rapid breathing could be heard quietly in the ancestral hall.

"what happened?"

Someone asked in a low voice, full of panic.

No one could answer this question, and everyone stared at the door with bated breath.

Now as long as there is a little movement, this group of people can be terrified to the extreme.

There was a knock on the door, regular and powerful, one after another, three times in a row.

After three rings, the other party paused, and when there was no answer, they rang three more times very politely.

Cold sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead.

Of course monsters would not knock on the door, let alone knock on the door so politely. Only humans could knock on the door.

Although he knew that this was almost impossible, there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart that had been in despair for a long time.

Then a very polite, kind, and slightly smiling voice sounded.

"Excuse me, is Huamanlou here?"