Ning Da sent Mo Hansheng back to the room all the way and left.

He hadn't gone far before a figure began to follow him, and the two of them walked a long way together before stopping.

The man showed his face in the light of the lantern, and it was none other than a young subordinate named Ning Er.

He grabbed Ning Da's arm and asked, "Brother, why can't this kid think of running back by himself?" ”

"Want to know?" Ning raised an eyebrow.

"Think about it, brother, tell me about it." Ning Er nodded vigorously.

"Who can escape from Steward Feng's palm?" Ning Da said with emotion.

Ning Er was puzzled: "What does this matter have to do with Steward Feng?" ”

Ning Da beckoned and asked Ning Er to come over.

"Steward Feng has already investigated the family surnamed Mo clearly, and he has secretly used some means a few days ago."

"By what means?"

"Half a month ago, Steward Feng sent me to send a few jars of fine flower carvings to this kid's father. Seven days ago, the Mo family was deceived into the gambling house by someone arranged by Steward Feng in the town to gamble for money,...... Ning Da paused and continued, "Now the old man is talking and pointing at the Mo boy to earn money to feed the wine worms, and the big one has a gambling debt IOU that falls into the hands of Steward Feng. Steward Feng wants to keep people, who in the Mo family dares to let him go home? ”

"I see, Steward Feng's trick is enough to damage."

"Hehe, if he hadn't had very good means, how could he have been appreciated by the uncle at a young age and promoted to be a big steward."

"It's just that Steward Feng has to go to such great lengths to frame a fishing village boy?"

"The world is bustling, all for profit. A 'one leaf red' uncle rewarded ten taels of silver, of which eighty percent went to Steward Feng. In the eyes of Steward Feng, this kid is a cash cow. ”

"Speaking of which, I sold myself in because my father was a gambler, wouldn't it be ......," the young man looked at him suspiciously.

Ning Lianlian waved his hand and said, "I don't know, it's not me, don't ask me." ”

At this moment, in the dim corridor, a yellow shadow the size of a fist flashed.

"Something!"

"It's just a mouse, all the fuss!"

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Mo Hansheng sat by the window in a daze.

There was a sparse sound of footsteps on the table, and an object the size of a fist climbed onto the table.

It was a mouse with light yellow fur, a snow-white round belly, and a thumb-length broken tail dragging behind it.

During this period of time, Mo Hansheng had been giving food to feed it, and this little thing was no longer afraid of him at all.

It "squeaked" twice, crawled in front of Mo Hansheng and waved its paws, as if complaining about why it didn't prepare to eat today.

After a while, seeing that Mo Hansheng did not react, it had no choice but to quickly climb off the table and sneak into the hole behind the closet.

Until late at night, the lamp oil burned out and the house was dark.

A pungent burning smell faintly spread into the room, and Mo Hansheng, who was sitting on the chair, was finally awakened.

He carefully pushed open the door and followed the scent through the corridor, where a tall building appeared in front of him, with a faint flicker of fire.

There was a figure pacing back and forth outside the door, looking very anxious.

Mo Hansheng gently patted the man's shoulder, and turned back with a frightened face.

It is Ning Xitao's personal maid, Xiaoju.

"What happened?" Mo Hansheng's voice was a little hoarse.

Xiao Ju was frightened, hesitated for a moment after seeing the person who came, pointed to the firelight and trembled, and became stammering when she spoke: "Small, small, ......"

She's in it!

Mo Hansheng's mind flashed Ning Xitao's face in an instant, and before he had time to think, he rushed inside with an arrow step.

There are many long tables on the first floor of the tall building, on which are placed various offerings and stout red candles, and behind each table there is a high cabinet, which is built with a series of tablets of the gods, which is actually where the ancestral hall of Ningfu is located.

I don't know how prosperous this Ning family was before, the ancestral hall is so spacious and covers such a wide area.

Mo Hansheng shuttled quickly among them, searching for Ning Xitao's figure.

Outside the ancestral hall, the fire burned bigger and bigger, and finally alarmed the people in the house.

Mo Hansheng searched all over the first floor of the ancestral hall, but there was no one.

He was about to go upstairs when the table beside him shook slightly, and a toe was slightly exposed at the bottom of the table.

Mo Hansheng was overjoyed and looked down.

"How are you?"

I saw a boy about the same age as the golden egg looking sluggish, hiding below and shivering.

Mo Hansheng recognized him, he was the only son of Uncle Ning Mansion and Ning Xitao's half-brother.

He was a little surprised, it turned out that what Xiao Ju wanted to say before was that "Little Master" was not "Miss", but he had a preconceived idea.

He breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and picked up the child from under the table, and asked as he ran, "Are you here alone?" ”

Who knew that this little young master seemed to be scared stupid, and he couldn't say a word, and his trembling little hands kept pointing at his head.

Worst!

Is she really in there?

At this time, it was too late to confirm again, Mo Hansheng threw the little young master to the door, instructed him to "run", looked back at the increasingly fierce fire around him, gritted his teeth and rushed up to the second floor.

At the moment when he ascended to the second floor, a cold light crossed in front of him and nailed to the beam.

A meteor dart.

Not far away, a strong man in black holding a Pu knife looked at the young man who appeared inexplicably, and his face full of flesh showed a look of surprise.

The target of Fang Cai's dart was not Mo Hansheng, but at this time, the strong man obviously regarded him as the object that had to be killed, and rushed straight towards him with his knife.

Mo Hansheng didn't know who he was, just by looking at that hideous face, he knew that he was by no means a good type.

He turned around to go downstairs, but there was a fierce wind in his ears.

He was shocked by the danger and forcibly stopped his body, and the flying Pu knife passed by, nailing it to the handrail of the staircase with a "bang".

Then the strong man ran briskly, stomped on the ground with one foot, and the whole person jumped high.

Mo Hansheng only had time to turn around and protect his chest with his hands, and he kicked his arm and flew out upside down.

Mo Hansheng's body slammed into the thick wall, his arm bones almost broke, and his chest was surging with qi and blood.

The strong man was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect that the thin boy in front of him, who seemed to be weak, could resist his own kick.

With a cruel smile, he dodged and rushed straight over, pulling out the Pu knife nailed to the escalator.

Seeing that the other party was coming, Mo Hansheng naturally refused to sit still, he grabbed an object beside him and threw it over, and his body rushed towards the strong man after the object.

"I can't help myself." Seeing this, the strong man sneered, and with a wave of the knife, he cut the unknown tablet into two sections, and then cut the young man with a horizontal knife.

At the moment when Pu Dao was about to die, Mo Hansheng leaned down and dodged, and then his speed suddenly increased, and he used his hands and feet to go around behind the strong man.

The strong man was shocked, his body turned sharply to the left, his left elbow slammed back, and at the same time, his right hand swept away with a knife.

He suddenly felt his body stagnate, but Mo Hansheng's palm was already attached to his left elbow, and it actually stopped his spinning momentum for three or four minutes.

At this time, the knife in his right hand was still sweeping towards Mo Hansheng's throat.

I saw Mo Hansheng leaning back quickly, and the long knife passed by the tip of his nose.

At the same time, his right hand pressed precisely on the back of the knife, and he actually took advantage of the momentum to push the blade back against the opponent's left neck.

The strong man's pupils dilated suddenly, and he faintly sensed that the blade was about to break into the skin of his neck.

At this time, it was too late to stop the knife, so he decisively abandoned the knife, and kicked out the young man in the abdomen with his left foot.

Mo Hansheng's left hand turned his palm into a claw and grabbed it, and at the same time raised his right knee to block.

Knees and feet collided, blades changed hands, and the two of them each fell backwards.

The strong man reached out and touched his neck with palpitations, and saw a slight redness.

This kid is not simple!

Mo Hansheng poured the Pu knife, and his eyes were awe-inspiring.

The two were on opposite sides, and the moment their eyes met, there was a tacit understanding in their hearts.

Meet on a narrow road, never die!

Both of them had scruples about each other, and neither dared to take the lead, but the fierce fire around them did not give both sides time to delay.

The blazing light surrounded the two of them, and a puff of smoke drifted by, but neither side dared to blink.

Just before the smoke dissipated, Mo Hansheng rushed forward with his knife, and the strong man picked up a long table with both hands and threw it at the opposite side.

The long table came with the sound of the wind, Mo Hansheng's vision was blocked by the tabletop, and there was a rush of footsteps in his ears.

He knew that the strong man was behind the table, and hurriedly stepped on the ground and jumped to the right.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he dodged the long table, the strong man had already jumped up high, and smashed himself down with a wooden chair in his hand.

He actually calculated the direction of his actions by his steps.

Mo Han didn't have time to dodge, so he could only block it with both hands.

The wooden chair shattered, and Mo Hansheng was knocked straight out.

Before he could land, another strong man rushed after him.

Mo Hansheng stretched out his hand and pressed it on the ground, and was about to rush forward with the help of thrust.

A red-hot wooden beam fell from the roof of the house at this moment, and it seemed that it was about to block the way.

He forced his wrist on the ground and twisted it, rolling to the right side, dodging the wooden beams, but there was a flaw behind him.

Hearing only a wild laugh, the strong man picked up the iron fist exposed by the green tendons and smashed it down on Mo Hansheng's head.