"This guest officer, you just let the little girl go, he's still young, you let her go, this table of food is free of charge for a single penny!" the shopkeeper pleaded while pulling on the side.

"Old fellow, get away! Is our young master the one who sent you this money for food? As long as your girl is happy to serve our young master, how much money will be paid!" The servant next to the gorgeous young man came up and kicked the shopkeeper out, and with the other hand, he took out some scattered silver taels and threw them directly on the table.

"Uncle Li, what's wrong?" Han Hao ran out of the back hall and saw the shopkeeper who had fallen to the ground and quickly helped him up.

"Lian'er, save Lian'er!" the shopkeeper leaned against the wall with great difficulty, and weakly stretched out a finger in the direction of table two.

"Lian'er?" Han Hao came back to his senses and looked in the direction of the shopkeeper's finger.

"Brute, let go of Lian'er!" Han Hao saw that the young man in Chinese clothes was picking off Lian'er's clothes, and his eyes were immediately red, and he pounced on him like an angry lion.

", you want to learn from heroes to save beauty, you're still a little tender!" At this time, the gorgeous young man punched Han Hao who rushed over, and a huge force blasted his body away and hit the table behind him directly.

"Brother Hao, save me, save me!" At this time, Lian'er kept struggling and crying.

"Bastard, little old man and you are fighting!" At this time, the shopkeeper picked up two kitchen knives from the kitchen board and rushed out.

"Haha, dare to use a knife against the master, teach him a good lesson!" The young man in Chinese clothes easily dodged the kitchen knife of the shopkeeper and said with some playfulness.

As soon as the words fell, a group of dogs surrounded the shopkeeper and punched and kicked him, the shopkeeper is still a mortal who is in his fifties this year and has not cultivated, where can he resist such a fight. Seeing this, Han Hao ran up directly and used his body to protect the shopkeeper's head, and countless fists and kicks fell on him.

"Male... Childe, they... It seems to be dead!" Five or six people surrounded Han Hao and the two of them for a long time, and then a subordinate stammered and ran past the report.

"Damn, bad luck, you don't know how to count, your good mood has been ruined by you!"

"You guys take this woman away, get out of this hellish place quickly!" Looking at the onlookers around him and pointing, the young man couldn't hold back his face.

A group of subordinates knocked Lian'er unconscious and carried the two people away, and the guests in the tavern also left quickly, for fear of getting into trouble.

I don't know how long it took, but Han Hao woke up and felt sore.

"Uncle Li!" suddenly reflected in his mind, and quickly vacated the place to look at the shopkeeper under him. The shopkeeper was lying motionless on the ground, his face was a little pale, and Han Hao grabbed the shopkeeper's hand and suddenly felt a little cold.

"Uncle Li, Uncle Li wake up!" Han Hao immediately panicked, stretched out his hand to tentatively snort at the shopkeeper, and found that there was no movement at all.

"Lian'er, where is Lian'er?" Han Hao suddenly put down the shopkeeper in his hand and looked at the front hall, the front hall was in a mess, the tables and chairs had all been smashed, and where was Lian'er's shadow.

"Lian'er, I'm going to save Lian'er!" Without thinking too much, Han Hao hurriedly ran out of the tavern to look for Lian'er's figure everywhere.

For a day and a night, Han Hao searched for a day and a night without any clues, and sat on the side of the road in frustration.

"Hey, I don't know whose girl it is, she was carried out of the Qian Mansion and buried last night!" Han Hao was sitting in a tavern on the side of the road when a voice suddenly came.

"How do you know?" asked one of them.

"My second uncle's neighbor's son works in the Qian Mansion, and he said this when he was drinking with me last night. ”

"It's too normal, why is the son of the Qian family going to harm dozens of yellow flower girls this year, it's really a loss of conscience!"

"That's no way, the money mansion is powerful, who dares to talk too much!"

When Han Hao heard that several people were chatting, he immediately stood up, walked a few steps quickly, ran directly to the man, grabbed the man's shirt with red eyes, and asked, "You just said that Qian Fu brought out a girl last night, what's the matter!"

"You, you!" the man was a little drunk, and he jumped out coldly and startled him.

"Tell me quickly, what's going on!" Han Hao shouted.

"No, it's nothing, it's just that the young master of the Qian family has caused another girl and was carried out and buried!"

"What, buried, buried, buried?" Han Hao immediately became anxious when he heard this.

"This young master of the Qian family has a habit, all the women he has played with will be buried alive directly, one is to destroy the evidence, and the other is that he has a habit of cleanliness, and no one else is allowed to touch the women he has played. It must be buried in the barren mountains at the west end of the town, and it is always in that position. The man who had drunk a little too much replied mechanically.

"Brute!" Han Hao suddenly burst into muscles, and a cold killing intent burst out from his body, and the drunken man in front of him suddenly came to his senses, like falling into an ice cave.

Han Hao loosened the placket of that person's clothes and hurriedly ran to the west of the town.

The Qian family in Pingle Town is one of the best snakes in Pingle Town, and only the Zhang family can compete with it.

The west end of the town is a desolate forest, which is uninhabited on weekdays, and Lin Zilin is full of large and small graves, which are basically buried here by people who died unexpectedly by the Qian family.

Han Hao looked at the hundreds of graves in front of him, his mood was extremely heavy, some of the graves were about to be leveled by the rain, and some of the graves were still new, and it seemed that they had just been buried in the ground. Han Hao searched one grave after another, and finally found an inconspicuous small grave at the back, and the grave soil looked a little wet for less than a day.

Standing in front of the grave, he was silent for a long time. He slowly bent down, stretched out his hands to pick up the grave little by little, the tears in his eyes flowed uncontrollably, and after a while, the ten fingers of his hands were worn out, and he didn't care about the bleeding.

It was getting dark, Han Hao was tired and walking on the way to the town, he was holding the corpse of a woman in his arms, the woman looked like she was only fifteen or sixteen years old, her pale little face was full of mud, there were still blood stains on the corners of her mouth, the clothes on her body were a little messy, all of them were stained blood-red with blood, and several buttons on the front were also unbuttoned. There was an elm hairpin on her chest, this hairpin was made for her by Han Hao himself, how could he not know it? Unexpectedly, in the end, it took away Lian'er's young life.

At this time, it was completely dark, and no one on the street was deserted, Han Hao returned to the tavern with Lian'er's corpse, he walked into the backyard and gently put Lian'er's body in the yard, and then went to the front hall to move the shopkeeper's body over.