On a moonlit night, the lonely city, the soldiers are under the city.

Yejiacheng was already in chaos at this time, and pedestrians running in a panic could be seen everywhere, and rays of light of different colors swept through the sky from time to time and flew towards the center of the city. At the center of the city was a magnificent mansion, in which more than 100 samurai in armor had gathered.

In the hall of the house, a middle-aged scribe in a Confucian shirt was frowning. Behind him stood two people, one was a dignified-looking middle-aged woman, and the other was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old young man in brocade. Both of them had frightened faces on their faces. They obviously already knew about the situation of the soldiers outside the city, and they were a little helpless at this time.

Suddenly, a rush of footsteps came from outside the hall. As soon as the three people in the hall heard the footsteps, they all turned their heads away. I saw a hunched old servant hurrying into the hall, followed by a young man in ragged clothes. The old servant didn't wait for anyone to speak, and then preemptively said: "It's too chaotic outside, and I can barely find one." Lord and madam, please look, if it is not suitable for the old slave, then look for it. As he spoke, he pushed the young man behind him in front of the three of them.

This ragged boy was about the same age as the brocade-clothed boy, and he was of average height. It's just that he has thick eyebrows and big eyes, not as clear and beautiful as the young man in brocade, and his face is white. The middle-aged scribe just glanced at the boy and nodded, "Okay! When the old man heard this, he immediately took the young man's hand and said with a smile: "Xiaomo, your opportunity to make meritorious service has come, but you have to do it well." ”

The young man was a little dazed when he heard this, and just nodded randomly.

At this time, the middle-aged scribe turned his head to the brocade-clothed young man behind him and said, "Ping'er, take off your clothes, and ......"

"His name is Mo Chong. The old servant hurriedly added a sentence beside him. The middle-aged scribe nodded, and then said, "...... Exchange it with this little brother Mo. ”

When the brocade-clothed young man heard this, he immediately frowned. The guy in front of him, named Mo Chong, was not only wearing tattered clothes, but also smelling of sweat. However, he did not dare to disobey his father's orders, so he began to undress slowly.

"Take it off, take it off quickly!" The middle-aged scribe saw the grinding movements of the brocade-clothed young man, and he seemed a little annoying, and he stepped forward to help. When the middle-aged woman saw it, she hurriedly stepped forward and said, "I'd better come." As he spoke, he came to the young man in brocade and untied his clothes.

The clothes of the two were quickly changed, and the middle-aged scribe nodded first, and then frowned again: "Take down the jade plaque too." Although the young man in brocade had changed his clothes, he was still wearing a necklace made of small stones of various colors around his neck, and there was a jade plaque three fingers wide on the necklace, which was spontaneously flashing with a soft light.

The middle-aged woman was taken aback when she heard this, and said, "Jade plate, this is the key to our Ye family's secret treasure house!?"

The middle-aged scribe smiled bitterly: "Hmph." The secret treasury can't be saved, what do you want the treasure trove for?" The middle-aged woman was suddenly dumbfounded when she heard this, and she could only take the necklace off the young man's neck with a gloomy expression and bring it to Mo Chong.

Seeing that the two of them were finally dressed neatly, the middle-aged scribe nodded and instructed the hunchbacked old servant, "Uncle Li, call the eighteen dead guards in." ”

"Yes. Master. The old man bowed in agreement, and immediately exited the hall. When the old man came back in, there were already eighteen ghost-like men in black behind him.

"Twelve, thirteen, seventeen, eighteen. The four of you protect the young master and his wife through the secret passage out of the city. The rest of the men protected him from the city gates. The middle-aged scribe pointed to Mo Chong and commanded in a deep voice.

When the middle-aged woman heard this, her face turned pale and said, "Master, aren't you going with us?"

The middle-aged scribe smiled bitterly and said, "Go, I'm the patriarch of the Ye family's generation." I'm gone, what about the people outside? When I get out, follow the plan, and if I can get out of danger, I will definitely go to join you. ”

The middle-aged woman nodded gloomily. The middle-aged scribe took one last look at the two of them, then waved his hand vigorously and said, "Let's go!"

Mo Chong's face turned pale. He was being held in the arms of a man in black, and in addition to the whirring wind, the rest of his ears were miserable screams, and his eyes were full of all kinds of bloody corpses. In the past, he also dreamed of seeing the fighting methods between immortal cultivators, but at this time, he was almost frightened.

"It's been thirty miles out of the city. After running for a long time, one of the men in black suddenly stopped. At this time, there was no one behind everyone, and the enemies besieging the city seemed to know that the young man they were protecting was not the real young master of Ye Family City, so when they broke through, although someone stepped forward to block it, the firepower was not fierce.

When all the people in black heard this, they immediately stopped and turned their eyes to the man in black who was speaking. I only heard him continue: "The patriarch asked us to break through with the 'young master', and we have completed the task. Now we should go back to the city and help. ”

When all the men in black heard this, they all nodded silently. There are still their relatives in the city, and since they have a choice, they certainly don't want to watch their relatives die. But at this moment, the hunchbacked old servant who broke through with everyone suddenly had a cold light in his eyes, and his hands were divided left and right, and two fiery red broadswords immediately flew out of his cuffs and twisted quickly in front of him. Before the five men in black could understand what was going on, they were instantly twisted in two.

The rest of the black-clothed men changed their faces, and immediately stepped down a little and retreated in all directions. But the hunchbacked old servant had expected it, and immediately pinched out a strange trick in his hand, and the two fiery red swords that were still in mid-air suddenly burst into light, instantly turning into two fiery red dragons, and pounced on the black-clothed people. The man in black, who was invincible just now, was wiped out by the hunchbacked old servant in the blink of an eye.

Mo Chong was stunned. What happened in front of his eyes was beyond his comprehension. He didn't understand. At this time, the hunchbacked old man suddenly turned around and rushed towards Mo, and said with a smile as he walked: "Xiaomo, give me the necklace around your neck." ”

The kind old man in front of him had become more terrible than the evil ghost of hell in Mo Chong's eyes at this time, he opened his mouth to ask for something, where did Mo Chong dare to have any other thoughts, and immediately took off the necklace hanging around his neck and put it in the hands of the hunchbacked old man.

"Give it to me. A gloomy voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the two of them, and then a big bloody hand suddenly reached out from somewhere and grabbed the necklace. The owner of this big hand turned out to be a man in black whose body had been cut in half.

When Mo Chong saw the strange appearance of the man in black, he was immediately so frightened that he sat down on the ground with a 'plop' and almost peed his pants. But the hunchbacked old man took a step forward and grabbed the other end of the necklace, and as soon as the two of them fought like this, the necklace immediately snapped, colorful pebbles flew everywhere, and the glowing jade plate was also stretched out of the distance with a 'whoosh'.

"Hmph, old ghost. I've long seen that you have a problem. The man in black snorted coldly, and his body that had been cut in half healed quickly in front of the eyes of the two of them, and it was just a blink of an eye.

The hunchbacked old man sneered in the same way: "Each other. Unexpectedly, the 'Spirit Bone Dao Man' was willing to be a slave to the little Ye family. ”

The black-clothed man's face changed slightly, and then he said coldly: "Hmph, since you know that the old man is a spirit bone Daoist, you still dare to grab things from the old man?"

The hunchbacked old man looked up to the sky and snorted, "Haha, don't dare, don't dare." The Spirit Bone Dao Man is prestigious, and an old man who is about to die of wood, how can he have the courage to go against the Spirit Bone Dao Man?" he said that he didn't dare, but a white light suddenly flashed under his feet, and he instantly went to the side of the glowing jade plate, picked it up, and then turned into a frightening cloud and broke through the air.

The man in black obviously didn't expect the hunchbacked old man to burst out at such a fast speed in an instant, he was stunned for a moment, then his face turned cold, and he snorted coldly: "Hmph, you think you can run!?" As he spoke, he also turned into a black light and chased after the hunchbacked old man.

Mo Chong looked at the sky blankly, and it took a while to wake up that the two wicked people were gone, and if he didn't leave quickly, what would he stay for? But before he could move, there was a sound in the grass around him, as if something was approaching him.

Mo Chong was already a frightened bird, and as soon as he heard a movement, he immediately stopped, his eyes nervously looking around. It's pebbles. Mo Chong soon discovered the source of the movement, which was none other than the colorful pebbles he had worn on the necklace before. These small stones spontaneously gathered in the middle as if they were alive, and in the blink of an eye, they coalesced into a colored stone plaque slightly smaller than a palm.

"What's going on?"

The scene in front of him was so peculiar that Mo Chong forgot about his fear for a while, and bent down to pick up the colored stone tablet on the ground. But before his fingers could touch the colored stone tablet, the colored stone tablet suddenly flew up with a "whoosh" and stuck to the back of his right hand. Mo Chong immediately felt a violent burning sensation coming from the back of his hand, as if it had been imprinted by a hot soldering iron. Mo Chong's lips trembled, and he suddenly fainted in pain.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Chong opened his eyes in a daze, and when he saw the situation in front of him, he was immediately startled. He saw a pale face, and underneath that pale face was a scorched armor stained red with blood. He was running in the arms of a scarred young man.

The young man obviously realized the movement of Mo Chong in his arms, and his face immediately showed a look of surprise, and said, "Young ...... Young City Lord, you're awake!"

Mo Chong was stunned and said, "You...... Who are you?"

"I ...... As soon as the young man said a word, his face suddenly turned pale, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out, and then the person staggered to the ground, and Mo Chong in his arms was also thrown out.