Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"You asked me... to find that Confucian scholar?"

Zong Ren frowned deeply, but he didn't refute Yu Mo. After a few seconds of silence, he nodded slightly: "Do you have any requirements?"

For Zongren, when he made a decision on something, he would no longer have other worries.

If you look forward and backward, you will completely push yourself into the grave.

Seeing Zong Ren cooperate with him so much, the smile on Yu Mo's face became more intense: "You just say, you... are the answer I gave him."

"Well, just say that."

Yu Mo thought for a while, and after confirming that there was nothing missing, he nodded.

"Ah."

Zong Ren responded lightly, turned around and left without any hesitation, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight on crutches.

Yu Mo sat leisurely in a wheelchair, breathing the air full of decay in the woods: "Sometimes, only people of the same kind can understand each other best."

"Zongren...should be able to answer that question."

"Tsk tsk, look at me, keep your word."

"Say I'll give him the answer in seven days, and I'll send him the answer in six days."

Yu Mo was obviously satisfied with his behavior.

When a person who has never done anything good, suddenly does something he thinks is good, he may be extra complacent.

It's just that the only regret is that in this damn sin city, there isn't even a single fan around, which makes all his wonderful plans seem so mediocre!

If Sun Yingxiong was here, he would have asked at this time...

"Why do you think Zong Ren will answer?"

"That is to say, as early as six days ago, you guessed that Zong Ren would come, and made arrangements?"

"Oh... you are so smart, you evildoer..."

Look, it's obviously just a few simple questions and a compliment, which can sublimate one's wisdom, and the pattern will rise immediately.

But these two...

Holding the last sliver of expectation, Yu Mo turned his head to look at the two people beside him, and silently withdrew his gaze.

"Why do you think Zong Ren can answer Confucian scholars' questions?"

Yu Mo spoke suddenly, his voice full of bewilderment.

And the voice of speaking is much older, listening to the voice line, it is as if Sun Yingxiong suddenly came to Sin City.

About two seconds later, Yu Mo suddenly smiled freely: "I'm not sure, but he has a better chance of getting the answer right than me."

"Also, even if the answer is wrong, this life can be regarded as my compensation gift to Confucian scholars."

"It's not a loss to look for other opportunities at that time."

Yu Mo's tone became wise again.

Ask yourself!

For the rest of his life, Shi Guang silently set his gaze on Yu Mo, and then silently moved away.

Still not curious, not asking questions, not inquiring...

Only Yu Mo sat alone in the wheelchair, like a fool.

……

Time passed by, and the sky gradually became darker, but Zong Ren never came out of the woods.

"Could he have hung up?"

"Tsk tsk, I was looking forward to it for nothing."

"Look at the red dot, it's still motionless."

Yu Mo looked at the sky, turned his head to look at Time and asked.

Time silently took out the electronic screen and glanced at it, then shook his head: "It didn't move."

"That's really troublesome."

"Wait another half an hour, if there is still no movement..."

"It's a bit difficult to get into the ground, but let's carve a tombstone."

"Just be a thought for this ruthless person."

Yu Mo shook his head regretfully.

But the moment after his voice fell, Time suddenly spoke again: "It moved..."

"Ok?"

"..."

"It's a waste of emotion again."

"Sure enough, I said, our classmate Zong Ren is Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death, how could he die so easily."

"Everything is as I expected."

"Oh, by the way, Yu Sheng, I think Zong Ren has the halo attributes of the protagonists in the novels, and his fate is very hard."

"If he doesn't die after completing the plan for me, when you kill him, be more ruthless and decisive."

"Use big moves directly, don't give him a chance to come back."

Yu Mo resolutely put on a confident expression, and in the end he didn't even forget to give Yu Sheng a few words.

"When the time comes, you shoot first, then throw the grenade."

"Time swings the shovel."

"Be sure to kill with one hit."

"It was not easy for him to dodge the bullet at that time."

"There can be no accidents."

Saying that, Yu Mo's eyes fell on the forest again, waiting quietly.

Although Yu Sheng did not speak, he was also thoughtful.

Obviously, he listened to Yu Mo's suggestion and decided to adopt it.

After about ten minutes.

There were footsteps in the woods again, but at a slower speed than before.

In Yu Mo's expectant gaze, Zong Ren appeared in his vision.

It's just that Zongren looked extremely miserable at this time.

The cloth strips wrapped around the legs have disappeared, and the wounds that have just healed are all torn.

Blood continued to flow from the wound.

Both of his legs had almost completely turned bright red.

But he gritted his teeth, leaned on a wooden stick, and supported himself to walk out of the woods.

It wasn't until he completely walked out of the woods that Zong Ren sat paralyzed on the ground.

"..."

"If it wasn't so inconvenient, I would have lent you the wheelchair."

Yu Mo looked at Zong Ren with a look of amazement.

Zong Ren raised his head reluctantly, and gave Yu Mo a weak look: "He said, he is very satisfied, if you have any request, you can...you can go to it yourself..."

After finishing speaking, Zong Ren just leaned against a tree, panting heavily, accompanied by severe coughing from time to time.

"Oh..."

"You won't trick me into going in and let Confucian scholars kill me?"

"Then you are being dishonest."

Yu Mo looked at Zong Ren carefully, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and spoke softly.

Zong Ren just smiled weakly and coughed twice. Under the moonlight, his face became even paler.

He didn't explain, and Zongren didn't ask the question again.

It's like an unintentional joke.

"How did you answer the Confucian scholar's question?"

Yu Mo changed the subject and asked curiously.