Douluo: The Peerless Eye of Heaven Yu Hao

In just a moment, he rushed out seven or eight meters.

But at this critical moment, the second wife remembered something and shouted in surprise, "Stop."

Hearing this, the patrol captain, who had already rushed out more than ten meters, stopped instantly. He looked back at the second wife in confusion.

The rest of the patrol officers also looked at the Second Madam. In the Duke's Mansion, although the Second Madam was only a concubine, her status was only second to the First Madam and the two legitimate sons and young masters. Moreover, the Second Madam's father was the current Chief Instructor of the Imperial Garrison Army, so he had a pretty good status.

"Are you Huo Yun'er's son?" The Second Madam's voice was very gentle, and her beautiful eyes rested on Huo Yuhao.

When the patrol captain heard the name Huo Yun'er, his expression changed slightly. He had heard about some things in the Duke's Mansion.

“Yes.” Huo Yuhao nodded with a heavy face. He took this opportunity to raise the White Tiger Dagger in his hand and said to the patrol captain, “This is the White Tiger Dagger that the Duke of White Tiger personally gave to my mother. As a member of the Duke’s Palace Guard, I’m sure you should recognize it.”

As he spoke, Huo Yuhao handed the side of the scabbard with a white tiger printed on it to everyone for inspection. When the patrol team members saw the exquisite white tiger pattern, their faces changed slightly.

The originally tense mood was indeed relaxed a little. In the Xingluo Empire, no one dared to pretend to be the exclusive symbol of the White Tiger Family to deceive others.

Huo Yuhao caught all the changes on these people's faces. He sighed helplessly. To be honest, using the White Tiger Dagger to prove his identity was the most extreme method. If the other party denied it, he would be dead. But there was no other way. Compared with the choice of injuring someone and then escaping from the Duke's Mansion and being caught and tortured to death, it was better to take this desperate path with a glimmer of hope.

Who made him not choose the path of swallowing humiliation like Huo Yuhao in the original novel? He chose to resist the bullying of these servants. The development of history was disturbed at that moment.

Huo Yuhao himself didn’t know what the result would be.

But no matter what, Huo Yuhao was still very grateful to the Second Madam. If the other party had not shouted to stop, the captain of the patrol team would have caught him in just a few seconds.

"I know this man. You guys go down and don't delay the patrol mission." The second lady's tone became more serious. She was actually a soul master and a soul master. When she spoke at this time, there was a trace of soul power mixed in her words, which made people dare not underestimate her.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the patrol team looked at their captain. The captain took a deep look at the White Tiger Dagger in Huo Yuhao's hand, and then said, "Everyone, restore the team formation."

Soon, everyone in the patrol team gathered together again.

Under the Second Madam's watchful eyes, all the patrol guards quickly left the place and went to patrol other places. In fact, there were eighteen patrol teams every night in the Duke's Mansion. They each had an area to inspect and did not conflict with each other. This was why Huo Yuhao did not encounter any other guard teams along the way.

"Thank you."

Seeing the guards leave, Huo Yuhao's tense body relaxed. He thanked the Second Madam with a tired face. The rain continued to wash over his thin body, and he shivered from time to time because of the cold.

Seeing Huo Yuhao like this, the Second Madam sighed inwardly. She had seen that Huo Yun'er was living in great difficulty and had offered to help her, but this had caused the First Madam's disgust, and she even secretly sent people to deal with her father in the officialdom. There was nothing she could do. Since that time a few years ago, she had never helped again. Unexpectedly, a few years later, the woman with the lively eyes died, leaving behind only a child who was less than eleven years old.

Thinking of this, the second lady took the initiative to step forward and walked onto the small bridge. She moved the umbrella in her hand slightly and protected Huo Yuhao under the umbrella.

Huo Yuhao was stunned for a moment, but subconsciously took a few steps back and returned to the rain.

"Squeak!"

At this moment, the door of Luofeng Courtyard, which was originally closed and the house was brightly lit, opened. Two people were seen standing in front of the door. The leader had gray hair, many wrinkles on his face, and was wearing a simple gray robe. He was estimated to be in his seventies. Although he was old, his eyes were unusually clear, without any turbidity.

Next to the old man stood a boy who looked younger than Huo Yuhao. He had a stubborn face and seemed unhappy about something.

"Mom." But suddenly, the little boy saw the second wife holding an umbrella, and a smile immediately appeared on his stubborn face. He ran out of the door excitedly, splashing water on the ground and wetting his trouser legs.

Soon, the little boy threw himself into the arms of the second wife. The second wife also looked at the little boy with a doting look on her face, and said in a reproachful way: "You kid, you have to run on a rainy day, and now you have wet your pants."

This must be Dai Luoli... Huo Yuhao stood in the rain, lowered his head and thought thoughtfully.

But suddenly, he noticed a pair of undisguised gazes looking at him. He reacted quickly and looked for the direction the gaze was coming from, but saw an old man in a gray robe standing at the gate of Luofeng Courtyard, staring at him. This man was none other than the steward who had followed Dai Hao in battles for decades, named Chen Hongsheng, and generally called him Old Chen in the mansion.

The Second Madam had no idea what Huo Yuhao was thinking. She thought that Huo Yuhao looked away because he didn’t like people getting too close to him. Then she saw him looking towards Luofeng Courtyard and asked, “You came to Luofeng Courtyard just to find Elder Chen?”

“Yes.” Huo Yuhao retracted his gaze and nodded respectfully, “May I trouble you to introduce me to someone else?”

Although the Second Lady did not know what Huo Yuhao was doing, she did not refuse his request for help. She walked towards Luofeng Courtyard with Dai Luoli, who was looking at Huo Yuhao with some curiosity. Soon, the Second Lady seemed to have a conversation with Old Chen, and Old Chen nodded.

Later, the Second Madam came back with Dai Luoli by her hand and said to Huo Yuhao with a smile, "Go ahead."

Huo Yuhao took a deep breath, bowed and said, "Thank you." He did not say anything about how he would repay the kindness in the future, but he kept the kindness deeply in his heart.

After saying that, Huo Yuhao hurriedly ran towards Luofeng Courtyard.

"Mom, who is he? Is he here to learn from Grandpa Chen how to cultivate soul power like me?" Dai Luoli looked up and asked his mother.

“Are you hungry?” The Second Madam did not reveal Huo Yuhao’s identity.

Hearing this, Dai Luoli forgot about the question and raised his hands excitedly and said, "I've been hungry for a long time. I feel like I can eat a whole cow."

The Second Madam touched the back of Dai Luoli's head lovingly and said with a smile, "Okay, let's go back and eat."

In the rain and fog, the second lady held Dai Luoli's hand, followed by six maids. The group left, talking and laughing, until their figures disappeared.

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Chapter 7 Dignity? How much is it per pound?

"Come in." Chen Hongsheng didn't even ask Huo Yuhao who he was and what he wanted him to do. Instead, he said calmly, then put his hands behind his back, turned around and walked into the yard.

Seeing this, Huo Yuhao did not dare to delay. He closed the door of the courtyard quietly and followed the old man in front of him slowly.

The yard is paved with bluestone slabs, with some green grass growing around them, looking exceptionally lush and green. But there is more than that on the ground, as some fiery red leaves of maple trees have fallen to the ground and blended in with them. The scene is as gorgeous as flames burning on the bluestone slabs.

There were lightning and thunder in the sky, and thick clouds were pouring rain towards the earth. However, Huo Yuhao's eyes changed a little, and he looked at the butler in front of him.

Neither of them held an umbrella, and he was soaked all over. But when the rain reached about one meter away from the old butler, it was dispersed by an invisible force, which also kept the old butler's clothes clean.

With the help of the powerful observation ability brought by his spiritual eyes, Huo Yuhao could vaguely see a ripple-like aura flowing around the old butler. This must be the key to blocking the rain.

There are no fixed servants in the entire Luofeng Courtyard. The old butler spent most of his life in the military camp, and he probably doesn't like these things. In addition, the servants were executed at the beginning, which made the old butler no longer need fixed servants belonging to Luofeng Courtyard.

Luofengyuan is not particularly large, but its decoration is very elegant. The overall building is light yellow in color. The walls of the corridor outside the house are covered with some kind of fragrant herbs, which can make people feel particularly relaxed just by smelling them.

The two walked for a short while before they came to a door with a strange pattern. On both sides of the door were inlaid a soul guide lamp emitting warm light, and the old butler pushed the door open.

All of a sudden, a warm current gushed out as the door opened, hitting Huo Yuhao's face, causing his little face, which had been somewhat stiff due to the constant impact of the cold rain, to suddenly relax.

The old butler walked in, but Huo Yuhao stopped in front of the door and did not follow.

The old butler walked a few steps and paused. He turned around in confusion and said in a strong voice, "Why don't you come in?"

Huo Yuhao looked at the fiery red velvet carpet covering the entire floor of the house, then looked at his worn-out cloth shoes that were covered in mud, and explained in a low voice: "My shoes are too dirty, they will stain the carpet."

The old butler raised his eyelids but did not say anything. After a while, his tone was inexplicably softer. "The carpet is dirty and someone will take it to be cleaned. Come in and talk inside if you have anything to say."

Huo Yuhao did not hesitate this time and followed him in. He stepped on the clean and tidy carpet and closed the door. However, he only stood one step in front of the door and did not move forward. He just stood there obediently.

The old butler slowly walked to a sofa next to the fireplace and sat down. Hot air continued to overflow from the fireplace, making the entire hall of the house unusually warm.

"What do you want from me?" The old butler picked up the ceramic cup on the coffee table, opened the lid, blew on the steaming tea, and then took a sip.

Huo Yuhao’s face became serious. He put down the wet blanket in his hand, knelt on the ground, and said in a deep voice, “Please help me.”

The old butler paused while holding the teacup. He fixed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Your mother Huo Yun'er has been with Dai Hao for such a long time. Didn't she teach you that a man's knees are made of gold?"

"My mother taught me." Huo Yuhao answered truthfully.

"Then why are you kneeling?" The old butler had a very serious expression, and a faint soul power fluctuation spread invisibly from his body. The flame in the fireplace seemed to be suffocated and stopped beating.

Huo Yuhao did not hesitate at all and said directly: "It is related to my life. I need help. The so-called "a man has gold under his knees" is just empty talk."

“Humph.” The old butler couldn’t help but laugh. He looked at Huo Yuhao with an inexplicable gaze and said something else: “You are sharp-tongued, but kneeling down to ask for help is equivalent to abandoning your dignity. It’s not appropriate.”

Huo Yuhao still stared at the carpet calmly. With a forced smile on his face, he said, “Dignity is something that only the strong can use. Now I am just a weakling who can be killed at any time.”

"Since I'm asking for help, I have to ask with the most sincere attitude, so... please help me."

Huo Yuhao lowered his head even lower, with his forehead completely touching the carpet.

When the old butler heard this, his brows immediately relaxed and the hall became quiet.

There was no emotion in Huo Yuhao's eyes. In his previous life, he was an orphan, helpless, and dropped out of school early to work. In the final analysis, he was just at the bottom of society. He had seen and experienced a lot, and dignity was not even as solid to him as a piece of steamed bun when he was hungry.

Some people value dignity very much, because it is a person's bottom line, and it must not be trampled upon. But Huo Yuhao knew very well that he was not qualified to talk about dignity. Either he retained his dignity to win a temporary bottom line and then be killed, or he gave up his dignity and abandoned his temporary dignity to win a chance to become powerful.

The flame in the fireplace began to jump again, and the warm yellow soul guide light fell, constantly casting its flame shadow on the hot stone wall.

"Bang!" I don't know how long it took before the sound rang again. It was the sound of the teacup hitting the coffee table when the old butler put down the teacup.

He looked up at the crystal soul guide lamp hanging from the ceiling of the hall. There was a hint of confusion on his face, as if Huo Yuhao's words had aroused some thoughts. After a long while, the old butler spoke again and asked, "Did you fight back against those who bullied you?"

Huo Yuhao’s eyes froze. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the old butler in confusion.

The old butler shook his head and smiled, but did not answer Huo Yuhao's doubts. Instead, he asked, "If someone comes to me later to ask for someone, how will you solve the problem?"

Huo Yuhao took a deep breath, and a trace of relief appeared in his eyes. He knew that the old housekeeper was going to help him. He clenched his fists, and the stiffness of his body had eased in the warm room. He said in a serious tone: "According to the fifteenth house rule of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, if a servant offends his superior, he can be beaten to death."

“Hahaha.” The old butler couldn’t help laughing. He pointed at Huo Yuhao and said, “Yes, that’s what you should say. Or rather, you should have said it a long time ago. Don’t worry, if they come knocking on your door later, I, the old man, will protect you.”

Huo Yuhao stood there in a daze, looking at the old butler who was laughing. For some reason, a flash of enlightenment suddenly arose in his heart.

Why wasn’t Huo Yuhao secretly killed within a year after his mother’s death? He even seemed so relaxed when he left the White Tiger Duke’s Mansion. Not even a single guard showed up, as if the Duke’s Mansion was deserted.

Is there really no one helping behind this?

At this moment, an idea came to Huo Yuhao's mind: Could the person who was secretly helping him be this old butler?

If the old housekeeper really helped behind the scenes, no matter how big or small the help was, as long as the other party helped, it would be a great favor. A drop of water should be repaid with a spring, and this should never be forgotten.

“Come and sit down.” A gentle voice sounded. Huo Yuhao looked up and saw the old butler looking at him. Another sentence came out of the old butler’s mouth, “If you don’t come and sit down, it will be difficult for me to help you with this.”

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao did not hesitate at all. He rushed directly to sit on the sofa opposite the old butler.

The old butler shook his head and smiled. Seeing that Huo Yuhao was weak, he turned around and left the hall.

Huo Yuhao just sat there quietly. The warmth coming from the fireplace next to him made him feel even more comfortable. Huo Yuhao just sat there simply, but the warmth that dispelled the cold seemed to also dispel the hunger in his stomach.

Everything was so beautiful that it made him feel a little unreal.

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Chapter 8: Can’t live, can’t die!

Inside a building at the north gate of the Duke of White Tiger's mansion that looked well-decorated, the warm lights illuminated everything inside the house clearly.

Some moths kept flapping their wings beside the soul guide lamp, but they could not penetrate the glass cover. They could only see the light forever but could not touch it.

"Manager Wang, this is what happened. That little bastard hurt Chai San with something and then took the opportunity to escape."

There were several tables and chairs in the not-so-big living room. Wang Cheng, the manager of the firewood room, sat there, listening to the reports from his subordinates.

In front of Wang Cheng, there were six people standing and one person lying. The clothes of these people were all wet. The person lying among them was extremely strange. Apart from his wet clothes, he had no other external injuries, but he was unconscious.

Wang Cheng stood up suddenly, his eyes seemed to light up, "Are you 100% sure that the little bastard really did it?"

"They really did it." The six servants in the firewood room nodded.

A hint of joy flashed in Wang Cheng's eyes, and he walked quickly towards the room behind a curtain in the living room. Soon he came to a smaller room with few furnishings. However, on the table against the wall, there was a very special object.

This object is not big. There is a square metal body at the bottom, like a metal block. There are some strange light patterns carved on the surface. You can vaguely see a faint light flickering inside. On the left side of this metal body, there is a special line connected. The line extends upward and connects to the shelf on the top of the metal body. On the shelf is an extremely small palm-sized rectangular "box".

After Wang Cheng entered the room, he quickly pressed the red button on the side of the metal body.

Suddenly, faint fluctuations of soul power began to rhythmically move inside this special object, and they were transmitted invisibly to the outside world like radio waves.

Then Wang Cheng respectfully picked up the "box" on the shelf and put it to his ear.

Time passed slowly, and Wang Cheng was like a sculpture, still standing there obediently, even though the box did not change at all.

But just half a minute later, a crisp "beep" sound was heard, and Wang Cheng's eyes lit up instantly.

The surface of the ordinary-looking box suddenly showed a dark blue luster, and then a low and impatient voice sounded, "What's the matter?"

Wang Cheng immediately said respectfully, without any hesitation, "Second Young Master, that little bastard just hit someone and even ran away after hitting him."

For a moment, Wang Cheng seemed to hear some heavy breathing sounds from the other side of the box.

"I understand. You're pretty good." The deep voice rose a little.

"Thank you for the compliment, Second Young Master. This is what I should do." Wang Cheng said with a flattering expression.

At this time, the dark blue luster on the box disappeared, and Wang Cheng put the box back in an orderly manner. With a crisp click, the box was fixed on the wooden frame, and there seemed to be energy being injected into it from below.

"Good boy, you've finally taken action. Our wealth depends on you." Wang Cheng rubbed his hands excitedly, then his smile faded. He restored his dignity to his servants, walked out of the room and returned to the living room.

"Manager Wang, has the second young master replied?" When several servants saw Wang Cheng coming back, they all hurriedly asked.

Wang Cheng had a calm expression. He picked up the teacup with one hand and sipped the tea slowly. "Don't worry. If you follow me, you will definitely get benefits."

Hearing this, the six servants all smiled and complimented, "Of course, we all know how good the steward is."

Wang Cheng glanced at them, then looked at Chai San lying on the ground, frowning immediately, but he soon relaxed his brows, and even turned his expression into one of concern, "Take Chai San to the hospital quickly, and the deducted medical expenses will be on my account."

"Thank you, Lord Wang Guan. I will take Chai San to heal his wounds right away."

After hearing what Wang Cheng said, several servants hurriedly thanked him. Their already excited emotions became even more heated. They bullied Huo Yuhao because of the arrangement of the steward. Now that he was injured, the steward did not blame them. Instead, he spent money to heal them. Following such a boss would bring a comfortable future.

"Go ahead, go ahead, otherwise the treatment room might be closed if it gets too late." Wang Cheng waved his hand with a forced smile.