Yin Nan made a preemptive move, rushed up from the eaves to the wall, carried Wu Jin, and carried him all the way to the outside of Mo Lingfeng's house, not entering the door, but kicking the door open and throwing him into the house.

With a "bang", Wu Jin fell to the ground, and his bones were shaken, but he still got up immediately, walked to the door on his knees, and closed the door.

As soon as the door closed, he struggled to his feet, and before he could stand firmly, he heard a scream, which was close at hand.

A knife slashed at the door, and the wooden door shook violently, and the tip of the knife was inserted into the door, only a finger away from Wu Jin.

Wu Jin staggered two steps, dodged the tip of the knife, and stood firm against the wall, only to feel that it was black in front of him.

Finally relieved this breath, it was still dark in front of him, and there was no light in the room, so he tried his best to distinguish it, so he could see Mo Lingfeng standing by the window clearly.

Mo Lingfeng was dressed neatly, the gold collar was hidden in the placket, he was holding a pair of fire chopsticks in his hand, beckoning to Wu Jin, the grandmother was holding a sharp scissors in her hand, and the old hen was protecting Mo Lingfeng's side, and the two maids were like mud babies, and they were already scared silly.

Just as Wu Jin walked over, a man in black suddenly slammed into the window, and with a "bang", the window was shattered.

Mama Nan made an instant move, dragged Mo Lingfeng back three steps in a row, and stuffed her behind her, and the two maids woke up like from a dream, and they all made a lot of frightened sounds.

"Shut up!" The grandmother turned her head and scolded sharply, while aiming the scissors at the man in black who was getting up.

The man in black saw Mo Lingfeng at a glance - the preciousness that could be detected at a glance, and the red rash on his face could not be concealed.

He raised his leg and kicked at the grandmother, and effortlessly swept the old woman to the ground, raising his hand like Mo Lingfeng to catch it.

Just when he was about to succeed, Wu Jin pounced, reached out to grab the man in black's bun, and slammed it against the wall with all his might, the man in black received this blow, and his head almost shattered Wu Jin, and immediately screamed, raised his hand and wanted to fight back, but Wu Jin carried his head again and knocked it on the bare window edge with lightning speed.

There were many broken pieces of wood on the edge of the window, and the man in black screamed again.

The third scream choked in his throat and couldn't be screamed, because Wu Jin was infinitely powerful, and he slammed it again.

The black-clothed thief softened and fell motionless to the ground, a pool of blood pouring out of his forehead.

Wu Jin pulled up the grandmother and turned her head to look at Mo Lingfeng: "Leaf." ”

His voice was completely hoarse.

Walking to Mo Lingfeng's side with his grandmother, he turned his head to look out the window.

Outside the window, the blood and flesh were torn and flying, the white bones were exposed, and the internal organs of the people were spread out confidently, in the world, and in the firelight.

The torches were also swept to the ground, and the ointment dragged a long trail that ignited a cold blue flame.

What a strange sight it was - they were the upright ones hiding in the shadows, and the wrongdoers were in a thick darkness.

Yin Nan was originally one as ten, but at this time, there was a master who came in from outside the front door, hiding seven feet tall and extremely skyly, but for a moment, he was glued to Yin Nan.

Mo Lingfeng frowned and said in a low voice, "Let's go." ”

She stuffed the fire chopsticks to Wu Jin, looking not so much scared, but relieved that the knife had finally fallen.

Wu Jin held the fire chopstick in her right hand, held Mo Lingfeng in her left hand, and walked behind with a tense face, her face wrinkled and tight, holding scissors, pushing the two maids to walk quickly.

The room is bounded by a wooden interstitial screen, divided into two, behind the screen is the bed, the bed maintains the appearance of Mo Lingfeng when he got up, the quilt is rolled aside, and under the pillow is pressed a red cloth bag, which is a bag sewn by the grandmother to ward off evil spirits, which contains rice, tea, copper coins, black beans, and salt.

No one cared about the evil bag anymore, Mo Lingfeng went straight to a straight window behind the bed, and vigorously pushed open the back window that had been closed for a long time.

At the same time, the front door allows the thieves to break open and enter with knives.

Grandma suddenly became powerful, picked up Mo Lingfeng, threw him out of the window, and pushed Wu Jin in the back, Wu Jin quickly climbed out of the window, and was about to reach out to pull Grandma, but it was too late.

The grandmother slammed the window shut.

Wu Jin gritted her teeth, picked up Mo Lingfeng and ran to the door in the back corner.

Outside the house, the smell of blood was permeated, the smell of cold, damp, fishy, sticky, and obscure from the tip of the nose, and the sound heard in the ears was even more chaotic like a tsunami, and the screams, neighings, horses, fights, and the wheels of the Taiping car were all mixed together.

Wu Jin was already numb with fear, and walked while guarding, dodging the sword light and shadow, and reaching the side of the stable.

The layout of the pavilion is like a three-entry house, which was originally very simple, but the stables were disturbed by mad cows, and there were no paths, withered grass, mud, and sewage mixed together, and collapsed pillars stopped in front of the road.

The corner gate is just behind the clutter.

Mo Lingfeng followed Wu Jin closely, he was not flustered in his heart, he just walked, and he was thoughtful in the process of walking, but because of the unevenness under his feet, his thinking was limited.

The corpses were lying horizontally, and Chang Long forced people to the wall, and there was no way to fight back.

The bandits are menacing and have a large number of people, and at the time of the massacre, they can even use their hands to transport away the peace cart.

He slid down, leaving a wide trail of blood on the wall, and just as he was resigned, a silver light flashed out of the darkness and slammed into the thief's back.

In an instant, Chang Long clearly saw that the silver light was not a knife, but a pair of fire chopsticks.

The chopsticks are not much longer than chopsticks, and hitting people only makes the knife pause.

The man in black was stunned, and before he could turn his head, the fire chopstick turned into a short stick again, and with a "bang" stick, it swept towards the thief's head, and a sound of bone cracking sounded, and blood spots were splashed with screams, and they were hot in the dark night.

Wu Jin's mouth shook in pain, panting like a cow, throwing away the wooden stick, leaning over and pulling Chang Long: "Go." ”

He turned his head to Lamo Leaf again: "Watch your step." ”

At this time, a gust of wind blew coldly, the dark clouds dispersed, the rain disappeared temporarily, a string of crescent moons, hanging in the sky, the moonlight was like hoarfrost, slowly spreading, and the untimely showed a quiet scene.

The moonlight also illuminated Wu Jin's mud and blood.

He couldn't care about his own description, led Mo Lingfeng, stepped on the high and low rubble, drilled out of the corner door in one go, and galloped out.

Just as the three of them were about to escape, a thief suddenly jumped down from the wall, held a burning stick, and smashed it down on Wu Jin.

When Wu Jin heard the wind, he raised his hand to block it, followed by a crisp sound.

The stick snapped in unison with the bones of the arm.

Chang Long struggled with a little strength, pushed Wu Jin away, and fought with the thief, Wu Jin fell to the ground and swallowed a piercing howl - the moment the arm was broken, it didn't hurt, but the pain quickly swept in, spreading from the arm to the brain, painful and hard.

Then he curled up, tears in his eyes, and turned his head to look at the hand—it was a right hand.

He looked at Mo Lingfeng with a blank mind, and then his soul flew away in shock - Mo Lingfeng was gone!