In the practice room of the West Prefecture of Han Family, Master Ma was approached to his chest by Han Mo's sudden copper stick, but he no longer had the power to recover. Seeing that Han Mo's copper stick was about to hit his chest, Han Mo stopped suddenly, put away the Yin-Yang stick, bowed and smiled: "Thank you, Master Ma, Chengrun Chengrun..."

Han Mo was very excited. What he had just performed was just a few moves in the "Snake Stick Technique". However, he could not have hit Master Ma in less than ten rounds. Although Master Ma was not a top master, he was also considered the number one figure. Ten moves were used to subdue him. This was something Han Mo had never thought about before he started. He admired "Eight Stick Techniques" even more.

Master Ma hurriedly returned the court and said, "Fifth Master, you have never seen this stick method before. It is really elusive and difficult to guard against. I admire you."

The martial artists praised him one after another, and the martial artist instructor He Siyi said sincerely: "Fifth Master, your stick technique has been understood by the word "Question" in the stick technique. With this point, coupled with your divine power, it is already considered a very advanced stick technique. The fifth master chose a stick to learn it. I was a little confused before. Now it seems that it is the choice of a wise man. I believe that the fifth master has already had the attainment of stick technique."

"With the methods of the fifth young master, I am afraid that those powerful generals who have experienced many battles will not be as good as those of the war." Master Xiang flattered him unwillingly: "The famous generals in all directions will eventually have the title of the fifth young master."

Everyone praised him, but heard Han Qing's voice outside the door shouting: "Young Master, Young Master."

Han Mo bowed to the martial artists, and when he went out to see Han Qing waiting anxiously, he couldn't help but say, "What happened again? Could it be that someone was killed? The Huang team leader had just died before."

Han Qing had a bitter face, but his eyes were filled with hatred, and he said hatefully: "Young master, Han Chun is here, he has something to come to you." He turned around and shouted to Han Chun in the yard, "I can't come yet."

Han Chun's tears were not dry, so he quickly came over, knelt in front of Han Mo, and said in a crying voice: "Fifth Young Master, you...you can help our fourth Young Master."

"Fourth Brother?" Han Mo became alert, and an ominous premonition enveloped his heart, and he said in a deep voice: "What happened? Where is the fourth brother now?"

"The Fourth Young Master is outside the city." Han Chun sobbed: "Fifth Young Master, go and see our Fourth Young Master."

Han Mo knew that there was a reason for the incident, so he didn't say much. He sent Han Qing to lead two horses and flew out of the city. Han Chun led the way and went west from the city. After only half an hour, he saw a coconut forest.

Outside the East China Sea city, there are many coconut forests on the coastline of the East China Sea. The Han family began to plant them in the East China Sea many years ago. First, they can prevent the erosion of waves. Second, there are more coconut forests, which can improve the air on the beach and increase the accumulation of coconut goods. With the permission of the Han family, many seaside fishermen placed their houses in the coconut forest to form many seaside villages.

"Young Master, this is where Xiang Yu'er hides." Han Qing slowed down and pointed to Shulinzi and said, "There are more than a dozen families inside, all of whom are honest and common people. Xiang Yu'er was settled here that day."

The woods are not big, and there are more than a dozen houses in the sparse place. Many people have fishing nets in front of them. These are fishermen who live in the East China Sea. They hide Xiang Yu'er quietly here, which is also a very secret place.

Dismounted and followed Han Chun to a more sidelined house. The door of the house was closed and it was as quiet as if it was dead. It was surrounded by green trees, and there were even a few flowers in front of the house, which was very elegant.

"The Fourth Young Master is in the room." Han Chun wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Han Mo frowned and said lightly: "Why are you crying? It's so big, so there's no need to cry. Who taught you to cry like a woman when you encounter something? You're upset." He stepped forward and knocked on the door gently, and said in a deep voice: "Fourth brother, are you inside?"

No answer.

Han Mo pushed the room away with a little force, and then he saw Han Yuan.

In front of him was a simple but extremely clean front hall, with a table and a few chairs neatly arranged. Han Yuan was like a corpse who had lost his soul at this moment, leaning against the wall, staring at the ground with a pair of eyes blankly, motionless, as if he really had no breathing.

Han Mo knew that this was a state of near collapse after a person suffered a huge blow. Han Yuan's heart should be cold at this time, and his mind must be blank.

...

The room was so quiet that it was afraid of people. There seemed to be a small room next to it. The bamboo door was covered with a hollow, and I couldn't see the situation in the room clearly for a while.

Han Mo walked gently to Han Yuan and squatted down, stretched out his hand, gently held Han Yuan's already cold hands, and said softly: "Fourth brother, I am Xiaowu, Xiaowu is here."

Han Yuan's eyes were dull, dumb and foolish, just looking at the ground, he seemed not to feel Han Mo's arrival.

Han Qing had already walked over, stood in front of the empty door, pushed it away gently, looked inside, screamed, and took a few steps back, looking pale, afraid of others, and then his eyes were filled with anger, and he turned to Han Mo and said, "Young Master, Xiang Yu'er... is dead!"

Han Yuan had already guessed three or four points on the way he came, so Han Qing said that Xiang Yu'er was dead. He didn't feel surprised. He held Han Yuan's hand and was slightly silent for a moment. Finally, he asked in a tone that made people feel sad: "Han Chun, how did she die?"

Although Han Chun's eyes were red and swollen, Han Mo was afraid of annoying and disgusting others' crying. He insisted on not letting his tears fall, and knelt beside Han Mo and said, "Fifth Young Master, today the Fourth Young Master and I arrived here, and we saw... Xiang Yuer died naked in the inner room, which was in chaos. Xiang Yuer... Xiang Yuer was stabbed in the chest with a dagger, and she was dead." He looked at Han Yuan, and his voice couldn't help crying: "Fourth Young Master... After seeing it, he sat underground and never got up."

Han Mo closed his eyes, and the face of the little Hell King Xiao Jing immediately appeared in his mind. Even if it was a pig, he could figure out who did it.

The conflict between the little king of Hell and the Han family has escalated sharply in the past period, and undercurrents have surging. Although it has not reached the point of tension on the surface, the disgust of both sides towards each other can be said to be extremely disgusted.

After a few days of the death of Huang Bantou, the government arrested many suspects, but Xiao Muzan knew very well that if this matter had nothing to do with the Han family, it would be a real ghost.

Xiao Jing was very resentful to the Han family, but on the surface, he, a son of a county magistrate, naturally had no qualifications or strength to fight against the Han family head-on. For him, being able to secretly create some troubles and cause the Han family to suffer a blow is definitely something he is willing to do.

At least Xiang Yu'er's death can cause Han Yuan to suffer a heavy blow, and after this incident, Han Yuan cannot be publicized. If the Han family comes to the county magistrate's house because of the death of a prostitute, it will become a big joke. Among the famous families, the Han family will abandon the Han family from the bottom of their bones.

After being hit hard but having to swallow his anger, the little Hell might be able to wake up in his dream when he thought of Han Yuan's situation like this.

"You two will deal with Xiang Yu'er's body first." Han Mo seemed very calm: "After the night is late, find a place to bury it first... let's do it."

"Yes!" Han Qing replied respectfully, turning around and holding back the smell of blood from the inner room and entering.

Han Mo stared at Han Yuan and whispered: "Fourth Brother, let's go home." He wanted to pull Han Yuan up, but found that Han Yuan's body was extremely heavy, just as the ball of resentment that increased Han Yuan's weight.

Han Mo frowned, suddenly raised his hand, and slapped Han Yuan's face hard. With a crisp "slap", half of Han Yuan's face was actually red. This slap obviously frightened Han Yuan, who was in a daze. His eyes were filled with horror. He raised his head and saw a familiar face near in front of him. At this moment, Han Yuan was like after countless difficulties and obstacles to see the person he dearest. His eyes turned red. He grabbed Han Mo's hand tightly and screamed "ah" suddenly. Then he was like a wild wolf who was greatly hurt, crying heart-wrenchingly. The crying sound was like the miserable howl of a wounded wild wolf in the wilderness, which made people sad but also scary.

Han Mo knew that this kind of crying was a hysterical sadness. As long as he cried, this kind of sadness would not defeat a person.

"Cry!" Han Mo hugged Han Yuan's shoulder, the light in his eyes was extremely sharp. He murmured: "Only by being hit can you become a real man and will not be easily knocked down in the future."

Han Qing came out of the inner room, holding a white silk silk in his hand, with a very bad expression, and handed the silk silk to Han Mo.

Han Mo took it and saw that there was an extremely dirty picture on the silk silk. Four or five men were naked and violently swaying a naked woman. There was a hint of coquettish look between the woman's eyebrows and eyes. In the upper left corner of the silk silk, there was a young man in brocade clothes sitting on a chair, smiling at the lewd things happening in front of him. The young man's eyebrows were eighty-slightly similar to the Little King of Hell. Next to it, there was a line of small words: "The flowers are picked by thousands of people!"

This is a provocation, a naked and unscrupulous provocation.

The Little Hell obviously knew that even if this scarf is left, the Han family would not be able to sue him with this scarf as evidence. After all, many people can draw such paintings, not to mention that in the Little Hell, Han Yuan could not make this matter public regardless of the reputation of the Han family.

His heart is like a snake, and his person is very evil.

Han Yuan, who had already woken up, snatched the scarf and roared, tearing the scarf to pieces, like butterflies flying and falling to the ground.

His eyes were cracked, his eyes were red, and he roared with endless resentment: "I want to kill him, I want them to pay their blood debts, I want everyone from the Xiao family to die!"

Han Mo pondered and finally said lightly: "Yes, we are going to kill someone!"

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ps: It is said that only after setbacks can one become a real man. I hope Han Yuan will do this!
Chapter completed!