Seeing that Mo Feifan was so terrified, Yang Pei stopped for a moment, not knowing whether to say it to himself or to him: "If it weren't for Feifan today, the brothers would all meet in the underworld."
"What happened here?" Mo Feifan was extremely puzzled.
Yang Pei paused for a moment and replied simply: "Fifteen small gangs united together to swallow our White Knife Gang."
"Fifteen families?! Why are there so many?" Mo Feifan clenched his fists and said in shock.
"They are just a group of mobs. If they hadn't used tricks, how could the huge White Sword Gang be defeated so quickly?"
Mo Feifan originally wanted to ask more, but then he thought that he had too many doubts in his heart and couldn't finish it for a while. It would be better to ask Uncle Yu directly and take a look at him by the way. Thinking of this, he did not continue to ask, but just accelerated his pace.
After crossing the front yard and the hall, Mo Feifan and the other two were taken to the back yard of the Yu family's mansion by Yang Pei. Compared with the front yard, there were fewer wounded people here and a little more purified.
After a brief notice, Yang Pei took Mo Feifan and drove straight in and walked into a small room in the backyard.
The dim light, the narrow sickbed, the medicinal soup that Guru Guru is cooking.
Above the exquisitely embroidered mattress, there is a person nestled.
This is a person with broken arms, thin and thin. The fire shone on his face, which was a big face full of despair and sadness. The eyebrows were filled with sadness, and the big eyes like copper bells were deep in the cheekbones, and his eyes were silent. His body was like those outside, and he was covered with blood and blood marks. When Mo Feifan came in, he was staring at a hanging machete, as if he could see some miracle happening.
This is not Yu Lin, not the man with big eyes on the copper bell, thick lips, and moving his body like a hill.
No, this is Yu Lin, his lips that are bigger because of his thin face, tell him. This is the once energetic Uncle Yu.
Tears burst out from my eyes, and Mo Feifan knelt down in front of Yu Lin's window with a plop, crying like thunder: "Uncle Yu, I am Feifan, I'm late, I'm sorry."
Yang Pei, who was on the other side, had his eyes wet when he saw this scene. He also knelt down and bowed respectfully: "Master, Feifan is back."
When Yu Lin heard the sound, he turned his head hard and looked at Mo Feifan blankly, as if he could no longer recognize the person beside his bed.
Mo Feifan's nose felt sour, and he cried and walked up to hug Yu Lin, and shouted: "Uncle Yu, I am Mo Feifan. I have killed Zhu Long and established the Mo Sect. I am back."
Yu Lin, who was on the sickbed, heard the three words and suddenly emitted thousands of rays of light in his eyes. He roared and stood up. Although his voice was not loud, he still said: "Feifan, you are back, haha, haha. I knew that you will come back one day."
Mo Feifan's blood heated up.
"Uncle Yu, what happened, how did you become like this?" Mo Feifan's eyes were filled with anger and his tone was urgent: "What's going on? Your hand..."
Gudong Gudong, Yu Lin clamped a bowl of wine beside him with his feet, tilted his neck and drank it all.
"Fefan, are these two?" Yu Lin saw Zhang Rao and Cai Mengyu behind Mo Feifan, as if he was deliberately escaping that problem.
Before Mo Feifan could answer, Zhang Rao answered first: "You are Uncle Yu, my name is Zhang Rao, it's Feifan... This is my sister, named Cai Mengyu."
Cai Mengyu bowed and stepped forward: "Greetings to the leader of the gang."
Zhang Rao did not explain her relationship with Mo Feifan, but Yu Lin still guessed it. He laughed deliberately and concealed his sadness and said, "Okay, OK, Feifan. You really didn't lose my face, haha, Uncle Yu is very happy."
Now is definitely not the time to chat about family matters. Mo Feifan knew that Uncle Yu didn't want to mention that matter, but that matter must be said. His eyes suddenly shot out thousands of brilliances, and Zhenzhen said, "Uncle Yu, what happened to the White Knife Gang?"
Yu Lin was stunned and hesitated: "No, it's okay."
Yang Pei knew that Yu Lin loved face, but couldn't stand it anymore: "Master, just tell Feifan."
Mo Feifan continued in a deep voice: "Uncle Yu, tell me quickly."
"Oh," Yu Lin sighed, and then said: "The fifteen small gangs in Liujia Town that once surrendered to the White Knife Gang suddenly formed a major alliance of six or seven thousand people and made trouble. He was *mother*, thinking that I treated them well at the time, but now they actually want to annex the territory of the White Knife Gang. They are really a group of ungrateful bastards."
Mo Feifan held back his tears, poured him a glass of wine again, stared at Yu Lin's face and asked, "With the strength of the White Knife Gang, even if he can't defeat these mobs, he will not be defeated so quickly. Uncle Yu, what's going on?"
Perhaps because the fire was too big, Yu Lin drank and suppressed it while telling Mo Feifan the whole story.
"Hmph, if they were fighting head-on with us, how could they be our opponents? What's so annoying is that before they started the war, they poisoned all the masters and deputy masters of the White Knife Gang. The White Knife Gang had no heads and the brothers were disbanded, so they would be defeated so quickly." Yu Lin said angrily.
Mo Feifan's eyebrows raised half an inch and said in surprise: "How did they do this for poisoning all the leaders?"
Yu Lin did not answer immediately, but Yang Pei, who was standing by, took over the conversation and said, "The fifteenth day of each month is the day when these gangs hand over the 'monthly payment'. The masters of the White Knife Gang collected the silver from these gangs, and the masters and deputy masters handed over to the gangs. According to the custom, after the gangs of all sizes pay the silver, they will invite the masters or deputy masters to have a meal. This is just to bring closer relationship with the White Knife Gang. What people never imagined was that at a recent dinner, all sizes of all sizes turned against each other. They first poisoned the leader of the White Knife Gang who went to the banquet, and then publicly declared war on us."
"When they took action together at the same time, it means they had planned it long ago." Mo Feifan said.
Yu Lin said nodded and told his own experience: "When this happened, I was attending an old friend's funeral in the neighboring town. Unexpectedly, when I came back from drinking, I encountered a bandit's ambush. The three brothers who went with me died on the road to cover me to leave. My own hands were also cut off by the thief leader. It's really..."
At this point, Yu Lin couldn't say anything anymore. He buried his head and slowly closed his eyes.
Perhaps reality tortures him too much. Now Yu Lin is like a dying lion, with only a thin layer of skin left.
Mo Feifan couldn't bear to see him.
Yang Pei next to him did not go to see him, but poured the bowl full of turbid wine and silently handed it to Mo Feifan.
Mo Feifan took it and drank it all, with a falcon-like light in his eyes. His eyebrows were thick and black, and he was very heroic.
"Uncle Yu, why didn't you send someone to tell me this news? If I hadn't come back to visit relatives today, would you be planning to hide it from me for the rest of your life?" Mo Feifan complained.
Yu Lin didn't say anything, as if he was a child who did something wrong, and he smiled and lowered his head.
Yang Pei added: "Oh, I originally planned to send you a message. But the master said, Feifan, you just established the Mo Sect and there was not enough manpower..." When he said this, Yang Pei was already crying. The man who was so strong that he even shed tears.
Mo Feifan clenched his fists, with tears in his eyes. Zhang Rao had never seen Mo Feifan cry before, and couldn't help but be moved. She slowly walked behind him and comforted her softly.
After a while, Mo Feifan woke up from the chaotic consciousness. His eyes sternly, and he said in a solemn voice: "I am the White Sword Gang, and my Mo Sect is incompatible with him. I will now order the brothers of the Mo Sect to gather to Liujia Town."
Zhang Rao took the conversation and said, "Feifan, let me do this."
Mo Feifan nodded and said gratefully: "Rao'er, be careful of everything."