The wrinkled mouse had a hooked nose on his face, a pair of black triangular eyes staring at Liang Yu, he touched the goatee on his lips, and said in a weird manner: "Look at you, you are also dressed as a Han person... It's as fierce as a tartar..."

As he spoke, the strange man extinguished the flames on the corpse of a giant rat, and said distressedly: "Ah Da! You died so miserably! Grandpa, this is to avenge you and Ah Er and Ah San!"

Liang Yu couldn't help but mock: "Such a big living person, he actually cries a mouse like a child..."

The strange man suddenly roared, "What do you know?! Could it be that you are a warlock from the Xuanhuo Gate?"

Liang Yu looked at him contemptuously and said, "What Xuanhuomen, hehe, you despicable person also want to know about my master?" keep saying that you want to avenge these harmful beasts, I wonder who you are?"

As soon as the strange man heard Liang Yu ask about himself, he straightened his rickety waist and said, "I am a real person in the middle of the night!

Liang Yu looked at his lewd state and sneered: "Haha... A real person in the middle of the night? You deserve to be called a real person with the appearance of a thief and a rat's eye?"

Midnight Zhenren said disdainfully: "The son is the head of the earthly branch, and the night is the beginning of all things." What's so funny?"

Liang Yu saw that he looked like an old master, and he also shook his head and said: "Fei Ye, Fei Ye!

"Hmph..."Midnight Zhenren glanced at Liang Yu, his hands intersected in front of his abdomen, and after forming a strange handprint, he muttered a few words, under the reflection of the fire that had not yet been extinguished on the giant rat corpse, Liang Yu saw more rats and a few wild wolves with green eyes surrounding Midnight Zhenren.

"You really have a lot of helpers..."Liang Yu said disdainfully.

Midnight Zhenren gave an order, and those big rats and wild wolves immediately rushed towards Liang Yu, but before they could get close, they were beaten down by Liang Yu one by one with a palm wind on the spot!

"Hey, real people!?are you still there?" Liang Yu borrowed the fire from the mole monster, lit a wooden stick as a torch, and took a picture of the surroundings, waiting for a long time to see the real person come out in the middle of the night, and it was expected that he had escaped.

Liang Yu came to a small courtyard, entered the thatched house, illuminated the room with a torch, and found that although the house was simple, it was quite tidy, and he said to himself: "Let's spend the night here tonight..."

Until dawn, the real people did not come to harass him again in the middle of the night. After Liang Yu got up early, he ate some dry food and continued to walk towards Fushun. As he got closer and closer to Fushun, the grass and trees on the road gradually showed traces of being destroyed by the war, and when he could finally see the city gate tower from a distance, he also saw the Houjin banner that had been hanging on the city wall for two years!

Fushun, from the day it was surrendered to Nurhachi by the guerrilla general Li Yongfang, it is no longer the city of the Ming Dynasty... As the frontier fortress of the confrontation between the Later Jin and the Ming Dynasty, even outside the Fushun moat, you can see groups of patrolling Tartar soldiers at any time.

Liang Yu naturally didn't want to disturb the Tartar soldiers, so he chose to detour to the north of the city little by little from the country dirt road.

At the beginning, the Jin army went all the way south, and the east and west of the city were relatively less disturbed, so Liang Yu would still be able to meet some surviving Ming people, who had nowhere to run, thinking that even if they starved to death, they would have to stay in their own one-third of an acre.

It's just that if they want to survive, all of them have to shave their heads and keep their braids...

When he came to a small village not far from the moat, Liang Yu saw a few "naturalized" villagers discussing something on the fork in the road at the entrance of the village.

"It's on horseback..."

"Make way... We can't afford to mess with those on horseback..."

"This man didn't shave his head..."

"They're together, together... Talk less..."

...

The villagers chattered, and when Liang Yu approached, they automatically gave way to a way. After the crowd dodged away, they saw a man covered in bruises lying in a large pool of blood in the middle of the road.

"Help... Help me..."When the bearded man saw Liang Yu riding to him, he suddenly closed his eyes and said weakly.

Liang Yu looked at the man and asked, "Who are you?"

When the man saw Liang Yu, his face was stunned at first, and then he coughed a few mouthfuls of blood and said, "I didn't expect it to be you... How... I haven't seen you for more than two years, and you kid doesn't even recognize people? ahem..."

Liang Yu wanted to leave, but as soon as he heard this, he must have known Liang Yu and might be able to ask about the whereabouts of Liang Yu's mother, so he hurriedly turned over and dismounted, pretending to identify it, until the man said impatiently: "I'm Ma Wutong!

Liang Yu pretended to be surprised and said, "It turned out to be Brother Ma! Your face is bloody, forgive me for being clumsy!" As he said that, he helped the man up from the ground and said with concern: "How did Brother Ma fall into this field?!"

Ma Wutong opened his eyes slightly and sighed: "It's just that the skills are not as good as people... It's you, your mother said you were going to take the exam, and then the Tartars invaded the country, and everyone thought that you died in the war or were captured as slaves... Now I'm refreshed, and even my tone has changed, you used to call me an old horse..."

Liang Yu felt that this was not the time to ask Liang Yu's mother about her whereabouts, so he helped him to the horse and said, "Old Ma, you are seriously injured, I will send you home?"

Ma Wutong sat on the horse, looked at the villagers who were still watching, and said in a deep voice: "There is nothing to do here, how long will you wait to watch?" The voice was full of murderous intent, and those honest villagers had been frightened by the war for many years, and when they heard Ma Wutong say this, they hurriedly dispersed.

Liang Yu led the horse and subconsciously continued to walk towards the northwest, Ma Wutong said in a low voice: "Wrong, my home is not over there, it is your home! Even your mother is gone!"

When Liang Yu heard this, he suddenly stopped and looked back at Ma Wutong nervously, and Ma Wutong was lying on the horse's back and muttered weakly: "Don't worry, the old man is not dead, at least not in the war!

Liang Yu was a little relieved, and then asked again, but found that Ma Wutong was already very weak, and he couldn't talk anymore...

Since the old man was not in the north of the city, Liang Yu had no need to continue to travel north, and now only Ma Wu informed the refugees of their whereabouts, so Liang Yu thought that it would be better to return the same way first, find a place to heal Ma Wutong's injuries, and then discuss, and if it was too late, he would not delay him to rush back to Guangning.

The fellows just now were about to return to the fork in the road to continue their discussion, but they didn't expect that the horseback rider hadn't gone far before turning back, so they hurriedly hid to the side, and some even occasionally sneaked a glance.

Liang Yu hugged his fists at the villagers under the horse and said: "I am an old friend with this person, I can't see death today without help, I implore you to find a place for the two of me to recuperate, thank you below!"

"Hehe... What a young man who doesn't know the rules... You empty mouth and white teeth, who will pay attention to you?" a strange shrill voice came from behind an old tree on Liang Yu's side.

Liang Yu followed the sound and saw an old man with an obscene face walking out from behind the tree shaking his head.

"You and I don't know each other..."The old man smiled evilly, and hugged Liang Yu slightly.

"Hehe, it turned out to be a real person in the middle of the night..."Liang Yu said contemptuously, "What?

Midnight Zhenren was much less angry at this time than last night, and a pair of triangular eyes showed a little stunned and said: "I didn't expect Ma Wutong to even have the strength to run for his life... If I had known that, I should have given him a ride..."

Judging by the situation, this midnight real person should know Ma Wutong, but Liang Yu really can't trust this strange old man who behaves and behaves evilly.

"What are your plans?" asked Liang Yu in a rather cold tone.

Midnight Zhenren smiled, revealing two yellowed front teeth and said, "A gentleman doesn't judge people by their appearance... Although you are handsome in this later life, you can't distinguish between loyalty and treachery, you must have regarded the real person as a robber who stood in the way, right?"

"Hehe..."Liang Yu ignored the other party's sarcasm and said bluntly, "His life is in danger, if you have the heart, try to save him!"

Midnight Zhenren looked at the villagers around him, took out a piece of broken silver and an oiled paper bag from his arms, and said loudly: "Silver and dry food, whoever gives us a place to recuperate, I will give these to him!"

After a while, a yellow-faced and thin-skinned fellow looked at the others while beckoning to the midnight real person, who looked at Liang Yu, and the two followed the fellow.

After the villager led them to his house, he lifted a dirty and broken meadow on the ground, and then lifted a wooden cover the size of a millstone under the meadow, and said: "This is my cellar, and when the Tartars came, I hid under it so that I was not arrested... Do you think it works?"

After the midnight real person wrapped the silver and oil paper to the fellow, he and Liang Yu went to the cellar smoothly with Ma Wu.

The cellar was damp and cold, but fortunately, Liang Yu and Midnight Zhenren both had cultivation, and they didn't care about these cold. The fellow lit the oil lamp on a broken table in the cellar, then nodded and returned to the outside of the cellar.

"Ma Wutong's gold wounds are not tight, mainly because he has suffered some internal injuries, which leads to poor qi and blood, and his true qi is retrograde. Midnight Zhenren cut Ma Wutong's pulse while smacking his mouth and muttering, "Just push the palace for half a day, and the rest is good cultivation..."

Through the observation just now, Liang Yu's impression of the real person in midnight has changed a lot, but being behind enemy lines, and in such a small cellar, there is really no room for negligence, so Liang Yu asked: "Since you claim to be a real person, do you know how to push the palace and act qi?"

Midnight Zhenren scratched a finger on his face and said, "The so-called art industry has a specialty... This real person... A real person wouldn't..."