Once upon a time there was a demon pass

After missing a single shot, Zongren resolutely gave up the idea of ​​continuing to shoot.

Judging from Yu Sheng's performance just now, even if he missed the bullet, he might not be able to hurt him.

This person's sensitivity to the crisis of his life is simply outrageous to a certain extent.

But the moment he retracted his gun and turned around...

Another shot.

Only this time, it wasn't him who fired the gun.

Zong Ren suddenly felt a severe pain in his calf, and he staggered and fell to the ground, but after rolling around, he stood up again.

Even though there were severe pains in his legs, he seemed to be unaware and continued to run crazily.

The bullets rubbed against his muscles, and blood trickled down his legs.

Yu Sheng was still falling behind, muttering to himself.

"Sure enough, only combat awareness was exercised, and crisis response was not exercised."

"In the inner city, the survival rate should be less than [-]%..."

In the following time, Yu Sheng's pursuit was not as urgent as before, just to ensure that Zong Ren was always in his field of vision.

Of course, during the period, there were also two moves to adjust the direction of Zong Ren's escape.

finally...

A sapper shovel stopped Zongren in front of him.

When Zongren raised his head in a daze and looked into the distance, Time had already stood in front of him at some point.

And behind Shi Guang, there was a young man sitting in a wheelchair who was about the same age as him, looking at him with a smile.

"Zong Ren?"

Yu Mo looked at Zong Ren and spoke with a smile.

There was a struggle in Zong Ren's eyes, and several times there was a fierce light, but he realized that Yu Sheng was standing behind him, and that the expression in front of him was similar to that of Yu Sheng, so he finally gave up struggling.

"it's me."

"You are Yu Mo?"

Zong Ren casually threw the dagger and firearm in his hand on the ground, raised his hands, walked around in a circle honestly, and then sat on the ground completely defenseless.

"Do you have tweezers?"

He looked at Yu Sheng and asked.

"No."

Yu Sheng replied seriously and stood still.

Zong Ren picked up the dagger on the ground and wiped it carefully with his clothes: "What about the lighter?"

"Have."

Yu Sheng nodded.

Then there is no more then.

There was some silence in the air.

"Can I borrow it?"

Zong Ren took a deep breath. At this time, the wound on the leg that was shot was blurred due to the continuous tearing of the wound during the escape.

His face was pale, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his voice trembled a little, but he was trying to maintain his stability.

"No loan."

Yu Sheng shook his head.

The air became silent again.

Zong Ren's hand holding the dagger trembled violently.

He took a deep breath, managed to maintain his emotional stability, wiped the dagger carefully with his clothes, and thrust it into the wound.

For a while, the speed of blood flow was a little bit higher.

The muscles on Zong Ren's face were trembling, but there was some ferocity in his eyes, and he abruptly dug out the bullet.

Zong Ren gasped, threw away the dagger weakly, leaned against the wall, and rested for about half a minute before picking a clean spot on his clothes, tearing it open, and wrapping it around his legs.

The blood quickly stained the cloth.

"If you use cloth, the blood will coagulate, and the cloth will stick to the flesh, and you won't be able to tear it off."

"Use a bandage."

Time kindly reminds me.

Zong Ren tried his best to raise his head and looked at Shi Shi: "Then...can you give me some gauze?"

"No."

Time shook his head silently.

Second crit.

However, in just 2 minutes, Zong Ren's mood fluctuated several times.

Yu Mo did not interrupt Zong Ren's self-healing, but watched with great interest.

"what."

"It's cruel."

"As expected of someone who survived after the cult fell."

"It took me a lot of time to check your file."

"Even if you will really come to Sin City, I'm not sure."

Yu Mo looked at Zong Ren with amazement.

"Please give that leg another shot, thank you."

As the voice fell, Yu Mo looked at Yu Sheng aside, and said with a smile.

"Oh."

Yu Sheng raised his hand and shot down.

The sound of gunshots echoed in the quiet street.

Zong Ren let out a muffled sound, and blood flowed from his leg.

"I'm talking about hitting the good leg."

"Not another shot in a wounded leg."

"My previous expression should be fine..."

Yu Mo raised his head in a daze, and glanced at Yu Sheng.

But Yu Sheng shook his head: "You're talking about another shot, only the same leg will be used... again."

"If it's the other leg, let's say, please shoot that leg too."

Yu Sheng watched Yu Mo discussing seriously.

"Um..."

"It seems to make sense."

"Then trouble you to shoot the other leg as well."

"Oh, two shots."

"Otherwise it's not symmetrical."

Yu Mo looked at the two bullet holes in Zongren's leg, and spoke in thought.

The moment his voice fell, two gunshots rang out.

At this time, Zong Ren didn't even have the strength to groan, and leaned against the wall, his body trembling constantly.

But his eyes still tried to keep calm, staring at Yu Mo.

On the surrounding streets, several figures appeared, peeping at this side, but when they saw Yu Sheng's face by the moonlight, they decisively shrank their heads back.

"you..."

"You're not going to kill me..."

"This kind of pain, it doesn't affect me...it doesn't affect me."

"unnecessary..."

Zong Ren kept panting heavily, but this time he didn't deal with the wound, but turned his head with great effort, looking at Yu Sheng: "Will you still hit...?"

"Finish... I'll deal with it together..."

Yu Sheng silently looked at Yu Mo.

Yu Mo thought for a while, then shook his head: "Let's deal with it first."

"Let's talk after we're done."

After finishing speaking, Yu Mo just leaned on the wheelchair and admired quietly.

Another repeat process.

At this time, Zong Ren had completely lost his strength, and his clothes were stained with sweat. He was leaning against the wall, his eyelids were weak, but he tried his best not to fall asleep.

"Okay... can we start chatting... are we talking?"

He stared at Yu Mo and asked.

"Not urgent."

"Take a break first."

"You look in pain, it's too torture to chat with you at this time."

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."

After finishing speaking, Yu Mo just raised his head and looked at the sky: "Tonight's moon is not round, it's a pity."