Not far behind Jinlan Village, there is a small hill, and in the south of this hill, there are several lonely graves, which are the ancestral graves of the Mo family.

In front of the grave, there are piles of dead branches and leaves, and the weeds are overgrown, and it seems that no one has taken care of them for a long time.

Today, a tall man came to the top of this unattended hill, carrying two coffins on his shoulders.

His gaze swept over the graves one by one, and when he swept to a remote corner, he suddenly froze.

He saw a tablet carved out of wooden boards, with three words crookedly engraved on it - Lin Xiuyin.

This is my mother's name, and I couldn't remember these three words when I was around me in the past.

Now, I am finally literate, but I am no longer there.

Mo Hansheng stared at the name on the tablet in a daze, speechless for a long time.

He reached out and gently stroked the notch on the stele, as if there was endless pain between his fingers.

He turned his head to look to the side, where there was also a grave, which belonged to him.

He was going to do one thing - dig graves.

Digging graves is an extremely bad thing, and ordinary people would not do it if it weren't for the blood feud that can't be resolved even by death.

But what Mo Hansheng wants to dig is not someone else's grave, but his own.

This stele is engraved with his own name, but the person lying in the grave is not himself, but the man who died in the ancestral hall of Ningfu that day.

Therefore, Mo Hansheng wanted to ask him to leave.

Mo Hansheng was now at the realm of the ninth layer of Qi refining, and digging a grave was just a breeze for him.

In a few moments, he dug up the body buried in the ground.

The corpse was wrapped in a worn-out mat, and the dirt had seeped through.

The corpses were charred black, and after many years, they had long since decomposed to the point of stench.

Mo Hansheng sent the corpse to the bottom of the mountain, found a big tree, and buried it under the tree.

He returned to the mountain, looked at the empty grave in front of him, and turned to carry a coffin from behind.

He opened the coffin and was about to fill it with earth to bury it, but something came to his mind.

He opened the lid of the coffin, looked at the empty coffin, and then turned his head to look at the tablet beside him.

He closed his eyes, reached into his collar, grasped something, and clutched the time for three breaths.

He opened his eyes again and pulled a red amulet from his chest.

The style of the talisman is very ordinary, and it looks very old, and the red on the talisman has long faded.

Mo Hansheng regarded it as a treasure, and no matter what kind of danger he had encountered over the years, he had never discarded or damaged it.

He carefully put this thing into the coffin, turned his head to look at the tablet beside him, and his eyes were attached: "Mother, let it accompany you here in the future." ”

He filled in the soil and buried this grave that belonged to him, and from then on, Mo Hansheng of Jinlu Village, Zanglong Town, really died.

He looked at his mother's grave again, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

He was going to do something that was extremely rebellious in the eyes of ordinary people, digging up his mother's grave.

His heart was beating fast, but there was not a trace of trembling in the movements of his hands.

He finally dug up his mother's grave.

When he saw the scene in the grave in front of him, he finally couldn't suppress his emotions and couldn't cry: "Mother, I'm sorry. I'm late, it's too late! ”

The mountain wind was bleak, and a desolate whimper sounded in front of the grave.

Like a lonely wandering wanderer whispering, like a homeless young beast wailing and wailing.

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Golden Scale Village, Mojia Courtyard.

Mo Xiao was playing alone in the courtyard, unaware that there was another person staring at him not far from the courtyard.

In fact, this person is not just looking at him, but silently paying attention to everyone in the Mo family.

Dusk had arrived, and the light of the setting sun was reflected on this person's face, revealing a white and cold face.

His lips are extremely thin, his eyebrows and eyes are narrow, and he looks very shrewd and scheming.

This person is the manager of Ningfu Feng who designed to frame Mo Hansheng and forced him to sign the deed of sale.

The reason why he appeared here was to spy on the Mo family, and the deeper purpose was to get the news of Mo Hansheng.

This matter has to start from the year, after the people of Ning Fu were killed at the Youlai Inn.

On that day, the Ning family was plotted by Lu Shaotang's father and son, who came to seek revenge, and all of them were lost in the inn.

After Mo Hansheng killed the second master of the Ning Mansion who cheated to death and sneak attacked, he set fire to the inn and fled the scene in a hurry.

But among the people of Ningfu, there is another survivor, who is the slave of Ningfu who was dragged out of the inn for interrogation after being knocked unconscious by Mo Hansheng-Ning Da.

After he woke up, he was afraid of being sought revenge by the masked man in black pretended by Mo Hansheng, so he fled to a secret place for refuge.

When he returned again, the Youlai Inn was in ruins, and the treasures of the carts had been burned to ashes.

The corpse in the inn was unrecognizable, and he couldn't recognize his identity at all, Ning Da searched for a long time nearby, but he didn't find a single survivor.

So many people died, but Ning Da alone survived, he was afraid that there would be no evidence and no explanation, so he originally planned to leave.

But after running for a few days, the silver money on his body was exhausted, and he found that after leaving Ning Mansion, it was difficult to move an inch.

He thought about it in his heart, and then turned around and walked back to Ning Mansion.

He begged, stolen, slept in the open all the way, and finally returned to Ningfu.

He told everyone in the Ning Mansion what happened in the Youlai Inn, which immediately caused panic.

The wives of several aunts in the Ning Mansion suspected that Ning Da was a traitor to the wealth, and they all threatened to punish him.

At the critical moment, Ning Da was in a hurry and told Steward Feng a secret, which allowed him to come forward to save one of his lives.

The uncle, the second master, the young lady and the young master all died in the fire, and the Ning Mansion lost its backbone at once, leaving only a few concubines of the uncle.

These women's families, who only know how to apply grease and powder on weekdays, serve men, how can they manage a huge Ning Mansion?

At this time, these aunts and wives naturally thought of Steward Feng.

He has been helping Uncle Ning Mansion on weekdays, managing all kinds of affairs in the mansion, and he has quite a lot of means in this regard.

Soon, Steward Feng relied on this ability to control the entire Ning Mansion.

At the same time, he is young and strong, and he is naturally more attractive to women than Uncle Ningfu, who is as tall and short as a child.

Several aunts and wives in the Ning Mansion also soon willingly fell into the clutches of Steward Feng.

Although he is still in charge in name, in fact he is no different from the master in this Ning Mansion, who wants wind and rain.

A few years after such a happy and wealthy life, Steward Feng encountered a very tricky matter.

He had lived a very leisurely life all these years, and he was a little carried away, and it was only in recent months that he realized that the money in the house was almost exhausted.

In fact, from a long time ago, he had always been puzzled that Ningfu did not produce, did not do business, and did not have any land to lease to the people nearby, but for some reason there was always an inexhaustible amount of silver.

He asked one of the aunts, because this person was the most favored by the uncle of Ningfu among the many aunts.

The aunt couldn't say the specific reason, but said that whenever the silver in the Ning Mansion was about to run out, the uncle of the Ning Mansion could take out some extremely rare treasures without leaving the house, and then quietly go out to exchange them for silver money.

Once, Uncle Ning Fu was unwell, so he asked her to accompany and serve, and then he learned about it.