Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"Keep drinking!"

"Brother, drink!"

Sun Wen turned over, still gesticulating in mid-air.

And Li Zi took this opportunity to pull off Sun Wen's coat, hang it on the wall, and exit the room.

After a while, there was a snoring sound in Sun Wen's room.

It's in Sun Wen's room upstairs.

The middle-aged man, who was already drunk, looked very sober at this time, sitting next to the computer, looking thoughtfully at Sun Wen who was already asleep in the surveillance screen.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

The young man looked at the screen with puzzled eyes, and asked subconsciously: "It looks quite ordinary, but it's a second-generation official who came to be gilded!"

"It's not too late to cast a good tire!"

"This kind of person, if he doesn't have his current family, is nothing."

"Going out with a nanny!"

His tone was full of disdain, but he always felt a little sour.

"Look again."

"Those who can make a gold ingot group and get admitted to Mo Academy should not be so ordinary."

"Does it really depend on his grandfather?"

With suspicion in his eyes, the middle-aged man rubbed his chin lightly and whispered softly, completely ignoring the meaningless words of his own brother.

"In the last few days, arrange for some clever people to follow them closely."

"Don't let them out of sight."

"Also, have you found the person who wrote the report letter?"

The young man shook his head: "Not yet."

"Keep looking!"

"I can't do this little thing well."

The tone of the middle-aged man became severe in an instant, and he said sharply.

The young man got up silently, shrugged his shoulders: "Understood."

"Sun Wen..."

"Light Group..."

The middle-aged man still looked at the picture on the screen and muttered to himself.

And a similar scene, all the students of Mo Academy are going through it.

It's just that everyone handles it differently.

Just like Mu Yu, he went up directly carrying the tombstone.

Just drag the person out, tie the person to the tombstone, and then hang it on the gate of the Moge branch.

It hung like this for a day, and there was still a sign next to it, which read: "Welcome to report his criminal evidence."

The whole city was a sensation, and the effect was remarkable.

On the second day of hanging up, people tried to report one after another.

It's just that it has a big impact.

As his partner, Wang Youcai frowned and kept writing something on the paper.

Obviously, this most brutal method is incompatible with Wang Youcai's mode of thinking.

……

"Let's go."

On the wheelchair, Yu Mo carefully arranged his clothes, breathed a sigh of relief, and spoke slowly.

"Ah."

Yu Sheng, Shi Shi nodded.

The two pushed the wheelchair like this, and walked out of the inner city slowly in the eyes of everyone.

It's just that in the eyes of these people today, apart from indifference, there is also a little more eagerness to move.

It's like...seeing a piece of fat.

As if hearing some news.

However, due to the pressure of time for the rest of his life, he finally chose to endure.

It's just that I don't know how long this kind of patience will be buried.

Outside the inner city gate.

Today the blind old man is not around, so it looks very quiet.

In the corner, a few figures exuding evil spirits hovered near the door, staring at the inner city with yearning in their eyes.

But they still didn't have the courage to take this step after all.

For the rest of my life, time did not move forward, but turned over and jumped onto a tree, standing on the top of the tree to ensure a wide field of vision.

Shi Guang directly replaced it with a remote control that looked more complicated, operated with both hands, similar to a drone.

There is also a screen on the remote control, which can clearly see the scene near the wheelchair.

Just like that, she manipulated the remote control and let the wheelchair walk into a forest.

As for the two of them, they had no intention of going in at all.

This forest is very strange. There are some figures wandering outside the forest, but no one enters the forest at all.

It's like a restricted area.

Yu Mo sat in a wheelchair with a calm expression, just watching himself slowly walking into the depths of the woods.

The figures in the distance changed their expressions slightly when they saw this scene, and subconsciously glanced at the two people on the height, a little puzzled.

According to the information circulated, isn't this person their employer?

Is this a price negotiation?

Send someone to die?

Including a figure following out from the inner city, after seeing this scene, he turned around decisively and returned to the inner city.

The outskirts of the woods were very quiet, save for the rustling of wheelchairs on the leaves.

But as it continues to deepen, the looming singing can be heard vaguely.

It's just that the tone of the singing is very strange, it's not like the mainstream music outside, it's more like reciting.

All in all, it sounds nondescript, and there is some madness mixed in with it.

"Difficult, difficult, difficult!"

"The blue sky is hard to climb, and the blue sky is the yellow spring!"

Finally, the voice gradually became clearer, and Yu Mo frowned slightly while sitting in the wheelchair, constantly analyzing the words in it.

But there are no rules at all.

These words are messy, and it is completely impossible to analyze anything in them.

In a blur, one could already see a figure leaning on a branch in the distance, wearing a Confucian robe.

It's just that the clothes have become very worn out, dirty, and even a little tattered.

His hair was long and messy, covering half of his face, making it difficult for people to see his face clearly.

One eye was vaguely exposed, and even Yu Mo, who had already arrived under the tree, seemed to have not seen it at all, and was still singing his weird lines.

"I want to ride the wind, but what a pity, what a pity!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Accompanied by the end of the song, the Confucian scholar looked up to the sky and laughed madly, and finally became a little lonely again.

Like crying, but also like laughing.

The whole person looks extremely abnormal,

"Junior Yu Mo, I have met senior."

Yu Mo, who was listening to the song quietly the whole time, finally spoke slowly, looked up at the Confucian scholar who spoke softly, and bent slightly to show his respect.

But the Confucian scholar turned over on his own, as if he didn't hear it, and fumbled in his arms.

"It's gone again..."

The Confucian scholar muttered to himself, his tone lost.

And under this tree, there are many bones, piled high.

Some have weathered over time.

Some of them were still stained with blood.

The scene looked horrific.

Including the moment when Confucian scholar's voice fell, he turned his head, his eyes fell on Yu Mo, and he smiled foolishly.

The laughter was very sharp and piercing.

For a moment, the atmosphere instantly became gloomy.

"Should we let him run?"

After seeing this scene through the remote control screen, Shi Guang turned his head, looked at Yu Sheng and asked.

Yu Sheng was thoughtful: "No need, he didn't notify us."

"On this screen, you can only see the picture, and you can't record the sound."

Shi Shi shook the remote control and explained.

Yu Sheng was a little at a loss: "Can't you listen to the radio?"

"Ah."

Time nodded.

For a while, the two looked at the Confucian scholar's crazy eyes on the screen, and were a little silent.