Money can really do whatever it wants

"It's Mr. Qin!"

Hua Manlou's expression brightened, and she was about to open the door when she was stopped.

"You can't go out!" The person who stopped him said in a trembling voice.

"He's here to look for me." Knowing that he was afraid, Hua Manlou deliberately slowed down his tone.

"Can't open the door." Another person stood up, "Who knows what's going on outside, what if the door opens and those things come in?!"

Hua Manlou "looked" at them expressionlessly, and said slowly: "Mr. Qin is a master of Taoism, I specially invited him here before I came, just because of my friend's disappearance, you all saw the outside things with your own eyes , The person who can pass through those ghosts or monsters and get here safely is definitely not small, he may be your only hope of survival, are you sure you don't want to open the door?"

His voice is gentle and convincing, and some people have already begun to waver, but some people still said uneasy: "Who knows if what you said is true or not, or what if the noise outside is just a way for monsters to confuse us?! "

Huamanlou sighed, it doesn't make sense with stubborn people, if Ximen Chuuxue was here, he wouldn't pay attention to these people at all, but Huamanlou is a person who takes care of other people's ideas very much.

He turned to look at the patriarch, hoping that the other party would make this decision.

The old patriarch was also very entangled and couldn't make up his mind. He had to be cautious about the lives of these remaining clansmen.

But the matter did not give him a chance to think again. At this moment, the door that had already been scarred was kicked open from the outside with a bang.

"!!!!!!"

With dozens of pairs of shocked or terrified eyes, Qin Mo carefully supported the crumbling door, and said embarrassedly: "I haven't responded for so long. I thought something happened to you. The rudeness is really serious. Feel sorry."

After speaking, he looked at Hua Manlou again, nodded and said: "I came here as promised, although it was a bit late, fortunately it was not too late."

Before Hua Manlou even had time to show a smile, he exclaimed "Be careful!"

Outside the ancestral hall, black tides were surging, and some restless things were trying to bypass Qin Mo and sneak in through the open gate.

Qin Mo frowned. He waved his sleeves and shouted, "Get lost!"

At the same time as the golden light flashed, the black wave was forced to retreat.

Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up, looking at him as if they saw the savior.

"Master! Help, Master!"

"I don't want to die yet, master!"

Qin Mo smiled, and instead of immediately comforting the panic-stricken people, he helped Qingniao get them in.

Qingniao picked up four people by himself. Except for Cao Liu who was rescued at the beginning, the other three were rescued by them along the way. Fortunately, besides his size, his strength is also beyond the standard, otherwise things would be really bad. manage.

However, having the strength to carry four people does not mean that Jade Bird has the patience to carry four people. This journey has already reached the limit of his patience. Now as soon as he entered the room, he threw them to the ground and stood there with a cold face. side.

Qin Mo closed the door that was completely useless as if hiding his ears and stealing the bell. After thinking for a while, he took out a pine nut candy from his bosom and stuffed it into Qingniao's hand with pain in his heart. It was a comfort to him for his hard work along the way.

Qingniao snorted coldly, swallowed the sugar, felt the rich sweetness permeated in the taste buds, and squinted her eyes quite comfortably.

Then he suddenly raised his head, facing the eyes that had been fixed on him since he entered the door.

The owner of the line of sight—Mr. Yu looked like he had been pricked by a needle. He lowered his head in a panic, with cold sweat breaking out on his back. He had never been so frightened even when he was threatened by a monk strangling his neck. .

This is obviously not a person to mess with, he is very strong!

Mr. Yu took a step back and thought to himself: It's a pity.

"This Mr. Qin." The old patriarch bent down and made a big salute, "Mr. is very capable, but we are blind. Please forgive me for being negligent."

"You are too polite." Qin Mo pointed to the two crumbling doors, and said, "I was rude and broke your door in a moment of impatience. I will definitely pay for it."

"No need to pay, no need to pay!" The old patriarch waved his hands again and again, and said: "There is a reason for the incident, how can it be blamed on the master, but my Yu family has suffered such a catastrophe, and I hope that the master can lend a helping hand and save it."

He will definitely be saved. After all, his goal is to save the world. However, Qin Mo said curiously: "I have a question, please answer it for me, old man."

The patriarch was slightly stunned, but still said: "Sir, please ask, I will dare not hide anything."

"It's not a big problem, it's just my curiosity." Qin Mo said with a smile: "Death energy—oh, those things outside, what they like most is to devour the vitality of living people and use it as food. Once death energy enters the body, it is extremely difficult to get rid of it, and it can consume people to death abruptly."

Looking at the pale faces of the crowd, he paused and continued: "Death is an invisible thing, similar to air, I don't think that only two doors can resist its invasion, but you guys Now, out of curiosity, may I ask, is there anything hidden in this ancestral hall that would make them afraid?"

The old patriarch's expression froze for a moment, but he quickly adjusted himself. Even so, he was caught by some sharp-eyed people.

"Yu Shizong! What are you hiding?" Mr. Yu narrowed his eyes.

"What can I hide?!" The old patriarch retorted subconsciously, and then said in a deep voice: "The ancestral hall is the place of worship for my Yu family, and the ancestors of the Yu family are all here. Dare to come in."

Mr. Yu snorted, "Are you treating us like children?"

"Mr. Yu doesn't believe in the ancestors." Pointing to the rows of spiritual seats, the patriarch said coldly, "Go and tell them yourself if you have the ability."

"You!" Old Mr. Yu was furious.

Qin Mo sighed, interrupted their dispute, and said, "Everyone has some secrets that can't be told to outsiders. I'm just curious for a while, and the old man can answer if he doesn't want to."

The old patriarch relaxed, and then asked a little nervously: "Then what happened here..."

"Although the dead air outside is tricky, it's not impossible to do anything about it."

Qin Mo's voice was calm, but it made everyone excited.

"gentlemen!"

"But the price is not small." Qin Mo looked around and said, "I plan to use fire to attack. When those things are burned, this village may no longer exist."

A moment of silence.

After all, this is the place where the Yu family has lived for several generations, and some people have already sobbed softly.

The old patriarch gritted his teeth and said with firm eyes: "Then burn it!"

Qin Mo nodded, "But before burning, we still need to save people."

After all, they were paid, so they had to work.

He looked at Hua Manlou, and suddenly asked, "Are you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"Those things out there."

Hua Manlou was silent for a moment, then smiled wryly: "It's a lie to say I'm not afraid."

"Then would you like to go out with me?"

"Naturally." Hua Manlou said in a gentle voice, "Even though I'm afraid, I won't stay overnight."

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, "Don't you even ask where you are going?"

"Is it related?" Hua Manlou blinked, "Sir, if you can come by appointment, it doesn't matter if Hua Manlou can accompany you once."

Qin Mo smiled, with some appreciation, "I'm going to that bride's house, please take me there."

Hua Manlou was surprised. Although those eyes were out of focus, they could still see a bit of cheerfulness in them.

"Are you going to find Lu Xiaofeng?"

"I took the money." He is a very honest businessman.

"Master, you can't go, what should we do if you go?"

"Yes, yes, otherwise, you should destroy those things outside before saving people."

The old patriarch hesitated for a while and did not move, but the expression on his face clearly meant this.

"When the fire is burning, I'm afraid it will be a bit troublesome to save people. After all, I haven't determined where the people I want to save are. It's not good to be implicated."

In order to maintain his friendly image, Qin Mo rarely explained.

"And you will be fine for a while, the thing in the ancestral hall will protect you, and I will try my best to come back before dawn."

He explained very clearly, but how could the people who managed to catch a little hope let him go, crying and begging, and some even reached out to catch him.

Qin Mo was already a little unhappy, he pulled out his sleeves, turned around and wanted to leave.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt something, looked up, and saw a golden light passing through layers of dark colors, suddenly lit up, bright and dazzling.

That was the amulet he once gave to Ximen Fuxue!

"Aqing!"

Qin Mo greeted him, took Huamanlou and left, ignoring the entanglements behind him.

"Monk, keep it!"

Hua Manlou only had time to leave this sentence, which prevented the honest monk from following up. He understood that the other party was still concerned about the lives of these people, and wanted him to stay and take care of them.

The people in the ancestral hall could only watch helplessly as the three disappeared into the darkness without even being able to stop them.

"Quick! Close the door!"

The people who were close hurriedly blocked the door again. Although they knew that the door had lost its function, it was just a comfort to their hearts.

On the hillside outside the village, where Qin Mo was standing half an hour ago, two more people appeared.

The stern man in white had a straight back, like a pine and a cypress, and the golden light in front of him was reflected in his deep eyes.

"That's Ximen Chuuxue?"

His voice was magnetic and deep, as if it could disappear into the air in a whirl of wind, but the young man beside him could hear it clearly.

It is not quite accurate to say that he is a young man. His face is immature and his features are delicate. He looks at most sixteen or seventeen years old. He cannot be older. At best, he can only be called a teenager. But it's not something a teenager can have.

"he is."

The boy's face is undoubtedly beautiful, but his voice is hoarse and ugly, which doesn't match his appearance at all.

The man looked in that direction, with a strong fighting intent in his eyes.

The young man was a little helpless, he held the opponent's hand and said, "Don't forget what we are here for, now is not the time."

The man withdrew his hand and wiped the hilt at his waist.

"I know." He said.