Old man You relied on the rain and rat meat to survive three days with difficulty.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, and if he was asked to eat rat meat, he would really vomit.

Coming down from the attic, in front of this small house is a small courtyard overgrown with grass.

I remember that when I was still the big housekeeper of Ningfu, the lord would ask him to send a servant to be responsible for the cleaning of the yard every day. After all, this was once a place to worship the ancestral spiritual seat, so naturally it is not allowed to be sloppy.

But now it's a desert, and the weeds are knee-high.

Thinking of the past, Old Man You shook his head and smiled.

Things are not people, and time passes.

Maybe that's all he could do in his life.

Old Man You's mental state seems to be very unstable, sometimes normal, sometimes abnormal. In the face of some memorable things, he is still the calm, calm and strategic housekeeper. But at other times, he was a gambler, slashing and killing madman.

Hunger forced him to lose the leisure of sadness, and he returned to the state of a madman. Desperately searching the dirt for anything to eat.

Luckily, some wild sweet potatoes were found in a pile of wild grass.

He didn't care about the dirt on the sweet potato, and just stuffed it into his mouth and gnawed it.

The stench of the earth choked his throat, like a spider crawling into it, itching and aching. But the stomach is so hungry that it is better to eat raw sweet potatoes than to eat foul-smelling rat meat.

Hey, I didn't expect that the dignified Ning Mansion Grand Butler would also fall to this step, it's really sad.

Old man You stuffed it into his mouth indiscriminately, and a faint human voice came from his ears.

His nerves suddenly sensitized.

Oops, someone is coming. It can't be the ones who came to get him.

He was so frightened that he didn't even want sweet potatoes and hurriedly hid in the attic.

"If you don't want to give me money, just say it, every time you say that it's not available. It's just a little imperial doctor, why pretend to be busier than the emperor......"

Ning Xueyu was deflated by his father, and he was very unhappy.

There are so many things that Ning Yinde has to deal with in the past few days, and he has no time to pay attention to his son who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it.

Ning Xueyu drooped his head, he didn't get any money from his father, he wandered all the way, and he came here unconsciously.

"What the hell is this place? It looks too shabby. Ning Xueyu stepped on the moss on the steps and cautiously walked into the courtyard.

"Tut-tut, these grasses are too tall, don't they have anyone to prune them? And this yard full of mud, it looks really dirty. Ning Xueyu raised his feet, the boots on his feet were very valuable, and it would be too cost-effective to get dirty.

Standing in the middle of the courtyard, he looked at the hut in front of him and pouted. What kind of broken house, my mansion will also have such a ruined place. I should have let my father tear it down and build a new magnificent little courtyard, preferably for me to live in, and then I would find a few beautiful maids to serve me.

Hey, hey, hey, isn't that little day a beautiful death.

Ning Xueyu was daydreaming, and his treacherous villain appearance was simply vividly expressed.

It was a cold wind that woke him up from his daydream.

"Hey, it's cold." Ning Xueyu gathered his shirt.

In the past few days, the weather has become cooler, the temperature has plummeted, and it has rained for three consecutive days, so it feels unusually cold.

Ning Xueyu put his gloves into his sleeves, and it was strange to stay in this ghost place and not let him die cold. Forget it, forget it, I don't have any money to gamble today, so let's just go back to my room and sleep.

He turned to leave, but there was a coughing sound in his ears.

Is there anyone here?

Ning Xueyu immediately became alert, he was very clever and hid behind a big tree, and looked around.

It's impossible, will anyone still live in such a place?

This kind of crumbling house is like those haunted and ruined temples in the countryside, and I am afraid that only those lonely ghosts will live.

Ghost?

Isn't it?

Wasn't this house once for ghosts?

Speaking of ghosts, Ning Xueyu suddenly remembered that this house was used to worship the spiritual seat of his family's ancestors.

He remembered that he was only two or three years old at that time, and every Qingming Festival, he would be pulled by his mother Yao to kowtow to this place. At that time, his younger brother Ning Xuekai had not yet been born, but Ning Qiuyue and Ning Yunyao were already four or five years old.

Because they are women, they don't have to kowtow too much. And he is the incense of the Ning family, and he must kowtow to his ancestors next to him, kneeling until his knees are swollen.

"Hey, I was so pitiful at that time. I can't cry or make trouble, and I have to be forced to look at the portraits of old men and women on the wall. ”

Later, after my father rebuilt the ancestral hall, the place was abandoned.

Now that so-so calculations, it should have been at least ten years.

So there shouldn't be anyone here, right?

Could it be that it was just my own auditory hallucination? Or the manifestation of the spirits of the ancestors?

Ning Xueyu was a little curious, and he also had crooked thoughts. Although this place is deserted, will there be some ancestral treasures left? For example, there is a chest of gold buried in the soil, or there is a hidden mechanism under the spirit tablet, and countless treasures are hidden.

Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I just go in and have a look. Even if you don't have a treasure, it's better to steal some scrap copper and sell it for a little money.

The charm of money gave Ning Xueyu motivation, and he strengthened his courage and walked towards the room.

With a creak, the wooden door opened with a slight push.

"Phew, phew, phew. There are too many cobwebs in there. It almost entangled my whole body. Ning Xueyu covered his mouth and nose while pulling the cobwebs wrapped around his hair and clothes.

The dust is so heavy that it looks like no one has cleaned it for ten years.

Look at the remnants of rat skin, snake skin, and black stuff on the ground. Ning Xueyu almost didn't vomit out all the food he ate at noon.

Hold on, hold on, it's all about money.

He mustered himself together and continued to walk inside.

But after a glance, nothing was gained.

The house was empty, and everything that could be removed had been removed.

The wooden tables where the spiritual seats and tributes were once placed had been hollowed out by termites, and the slightest touch of them would cause wood slag to fall down.

Looks like there won't be any more treasures here.

Come away empty-handed?

No, this is by no means in line with his style of doing things rather than learning from him.

Ning Xueyu shifted his gaze to the attic.

He had never been up to this attic. But in his memory, he saw his father go up several times, and each time he went up alone, and no one else was allowed to accompany him.

Could it be that the real treasure is hidden in the attic?

Well, it should be.

Hmph, Daddy, your son has to go up and find out what is going on today.