Amidst the crashing sound, one of the rotten wooden doors collapsed to the ground, and the other one was seriously damaged and was directly knocked to pieces.
The house and front yard scenes that appeared in Xu Luo's sight were simply two extremes.
The outside is dilapidated and dirty, with filth everywhere, like a ghost house, but inside the house is beautifully decorated, clean and tidy. The oil lamp on the wooden table is covered with black cloth, and the light is dim.
This is also the reason why Xu Luo sensed something was wrong and ran away after seeing him just now.
As if awakened by the movement, a low whine came from the side room, like the last whimper of some kind of beast when it reaches a desperate situation.
Although Xu Luo could see at night, the art of communicating with the dead would eventually consume his energy and blood. After thinking about it, he lit the tallow candle on the wall and held it in his hand.
Still following the old rules, the Qingniu cart pushed sideways all the way, cutting its way through various exquisite decorations, and finally crashed into the side room.
Before he could take in the surroundings, a strange smell mixed with feces, urine, and blood rushed straight into his nose. Xu Luo frowned slightly, and with a flick of his hand, the butter candle was inserted into the wall.
The bright lights suddenly illuminated the room.
The decoration in the room is very simple. A wooden table without stools stands next to the door. The walls are clean and there is no hanging decoration.
In the center, a humanoid object whose appearance was unclear was curled up into a ball and lying on the ground.
The area around the human figure was covered with dark filth, and the strange smell came from here.
One end of the thick iron chain was buried deep into the ground, and the other end was locked at the neck of the humanoid.
When the butter candle was lit, the light seemed too dazzling. The humanoid squirmed in fear, trying to hide its body in a dark place where the light could not shine.
"Who are you and why are you imprisoned here?"
Xu Luo looked at the surrounding environment. The wooden windows were blocked by blue bricks, and the only exit was the wooden door to the outside. It was obviously specially designed to imprison this person.
The surrounding walls were smooth and flat, except for the hard bluestone floor beneath his feet, which had deep scratches on it.
Due to the passage of time, the traces have long been filled with dark red dirt.
Looking at the distance between the scratches, Xu Luo stretched out his gesturing palm and shrank subconsciously.
This was clearly dug out with fingers!
After a long while, the figure did not reply and was still lying in the corner as if dead.
"hehe……"
Xu Luo couldn't help but sneered, but had no intention of stepping forward to check.
Does this person think he is a fool?
If he was really crazy, dead, or too weak to move, would there be any need for others to lock him up here like this?
Raising his head, listening to the patter of raindrops hitting the roof outside, Xu Luo didn't know what to think of, and a hint of a coercive smile flashed in his eyes.
Suddenly he grabbed the wooden table next to him and slammed it against the roof.
With a loud crash, dust mixed with broken roof tiles fell down.
A big hole was smashed into the roof, and the violent storm rushed in crazily and fell on the figure.
The heavy wooden table fell heavily, causing a huge earthquake, as if the whole house was shaking.
The figure moved, subconsciously trying to hide away from the rain, but the next moment, a cold voice sounded in his ears.
"If you dare to move again, the table will not hit the roof next time!"
The figure's body trembled, and after hearing the murderous intent and indifference contained in Xu Luo's voice, he did not dare to move at all.
Xu Luo sat quietly on the cart, the figure lay quietly on the ground, and there was no sound in the room.
There was only the howling of the wind and the tinkling of the heavy rain hitting the ground.
The figure and the surrounding dirt were washed away by the rain and spread out like stinking ink.
Xu Luo sat up high in the carriage with a lot of leisure time, without any intention of being anxious, but the figure was a little unbearable.
In addition to washing away the dirt on the body, the rain also brings a bone-chilling cold.
Now is the time of day when the temperature is the lowest. The figure is just a piece of clothing whose color can no longer be seen clearly. How can he stand being exposed to the cold rain for more than half an hour?
"Have you thought about it? If you have thought about it, just talk about it. If you haven't thought about it yet, just keep thinking about it.
There are about three hours left before dawn. As long as you can survive until then, I will turn around and leave!"
Xu Luo looked gentle, but the words he spoke were three points colder than the ice scum.
The figure seemed to finally understand Xu Luo's coldness and determination, and his head, which had been lowered, finally raised.
Washed away by the rain, black marks were painted all over the face, revealing the fair complexion underneath.
As soon as the figure raised its head, within a moment, its true appearance was revealed.
This man was about fifty years old. Even though he was in such a miserable situation, he still had an awe-inspiring aura.
On the pale face, the dark eyes are calm and indifferent, with a maturity that has experienced many vicissitudes of life.
Xu Luo didn't speak anymore, just waited quietly.
"Young man, I am Mo Hanshan!"
After a long while, the figure's first words were beyond Xu Luo's expectations.
His face seemed calm, but his body trembled slightly, but he still couldn't escape the sight of the figure.
"It seems that you should have heard my name!"
Even if a middle-aged person is in this kind of environment, once he no longer hides and pretends to be stupid, he will have a noble and calm demeanor.
Xu Luo was indeed a little confused, and wanted to wait until his cultivation level improved before settling old scores, but he couldn't imagine that the first meeting between the two would be like this.
"Head of the Mo family?"
A sad smile appeared on Mo Hanshan's face.
"The Mo family, haha, the Mo family has been finished a long time ago!"
Xu Luo felt as if he had broken through a huge secret. He was surprised, well, just surprised!
I want him to feel empathy for Mo Hanshan, haha!
I'm really sorry, the Mo family has a far-fetched relationship with him, the hatred of taking away his aunt, and the hatred of killing his son?
Seeing that he was only slightly startled and looked indifferent, Mo Hanshan felt inexplicably frustrated.
A big man like me was in trouble and was rescued by a brave and fearless young man. What a scene!
You young man, if you don't hurry up and become more agile, why do you act like I'm just watching your performance quietly?
"Young man, you must have heard about the power and wealth of my Mo family. As long as you can rescue me, you can take whatever you want with the endless wealth. How about that?"
Xu Luo smiled and said nothing.
"I see that although you are disabled, you have already entered the door of cultivation. You must have experienced all kinds of suffering along the way.
But if you have the support of my Mo family and all the treasures and elixirs you need, one day you may not be able to ascend to the position of the venerable, the heavenly one!"
Seeing Xu Luo, his face was still calm.
Mo Hanshan, who had always been with the old god, finally realized that things seemed to be different from what he imagined, and finally sounded a little anxious.
"Believe me, since you are here, even if you don't save others, those people will not let you go..."