Once upon a time there was a demon pass

When Yu Mo returned to the room, he found that Zong Ren had been thrown in the room at some point.

As for the rest of my life, time, I don't know where to go.

Yu Mo looked helpless: "They... are really vigilant."

"Are they...are they afraid of me?"

The Confucian scholar was a little puzzled, pointed to himself and asked.

Yu Mo nodded.

"Then are they bad people?"

The Confucian scholar asked again.

Yu Mo shook his head.

The Confucian scholar frowned suddenly, looking nervous: "Good people can't be afraid of me, I want to collect incense, I want to become a fairy..."

"Where are they, I'll go find them."

"I'll explain..."

"Well, I'm going to explain..."

The Confucian scholar kept walking back and forth in the same place, muttering all the time.

He even scratched his head irritably in the middle.

Yu Mo silently looked at Confucian scholars, and suddenly felt...

He is still very simple.

It's just that although Confucian scholars are crazy, they understand a lot.

For example, when talking to the blind old man just now, he inadvertently revealed many details.

pity...

Confucian scholars are just crazy, but not stupid.

It's just that his goals and ideals are too dreamy in the eyes of others, so they seem stupid.

At least when the blind old man communicated with him just now, he didn't have the upper hand, and even showed a slight disadvantage.

"They're character issues."

"As long as you have patience, they will accept you sooner or later."

Yu Mo looked at the increasingly anxious Confucian scholar, and said helplessly.

"patience?"

"Oh yes, patience!"

"Yes, it's patience. I want to prove to them that I am a good person and I want to save this false world!"

"That way they'll slowly accept me."

"It's like this, it's like this."

"You are really smart!"

Confucian scholar's mood became better again, and he patted Yu Mo's shoulder vigorously.

Yu Mo frowned instantly, and couldn't help coughing twice.

The place where the Confucian scholar had just photographed was in severe pain.

It's just like...

Let people give a hammer firmly.

"Thank you, senior, for your compliment."

"I said, I will defend you."

Yu Mo took a deep breath, at this moment he finally understood why Zong Ren kept talking to him intermittently.

When it hurts, I can't speak.

But Zong Ren has not woken up for so long...

Yu Mo's gaze fell on Zong Ren in the corner, and he chuckled lightly, and said to the Confucian scholar, "Senior, he hasn't had a good rest recently, it's been hard work, can you please let him sleep for a while?"

"Oh!"

"Ok!"

"Help others, unite and be friendly!"

"Enthusiasm and kindness!"

"Yeah, that's what I'm going to do!"

The Confucian scholar kept shouting slogans to himself, and then squatted in front of Zongren: "Hey, he is indeed awake!"

"It must be because you are worried about him!"

"This is a good man!"

Confucian scholar said with a firm face, and as the voice fell, he raised his hand, and the palm of his hand was still emitting a slight light.

Then, as his palm fell, Zong Ren tilted his head and fell asleep completely.

"Ok!"

"One day's sleep should be enough, right?"

The Confucian scholar raised his head and asked modestly.

Yu Mo smiled and nodded: "Senior, you have worked hard."

"It's not hard!"

"I'm helping someone else!"

"Just now, I did feel the cleansing of my soul!"

"This must be the path to immortality!"

Confucian scholar looked very happy and said cheeringly.

But Yu Mo was stunned for a moment, his expression was a little dignified, he kept staring at the Confucian scholar's palm, and said in a serious tone, "Senior, you are in Sin City, can you use...energy?"

"energy?"

The Confucian scholar was a little puzzled, and stretched out his hand, a little energy filled the palm of his hand, emitting a faint light.

"Is this what you're talking about?"

"you can."

"It's just that after coming in, this space is very restrictive, and I can barely squeeze out some, it's uncomfortable..."

The Confucian scholar muttered, a little dissatisfied.

Yu Mo was a little dazed for a moment.

He said that the so-called ones that can only be squeezed out have at least the strength of six senses, and even infinitely close to seven senses.

According to Yu Mo's previous guess, the three jailers in Sin City were only Bajue...

But looking at it now...

For a while, the way Yu Mo looked at Confucian scholars changed slightly.

In other words, it wasn't Bajue who fooled me, but... Jiujue?

Even Yu Mo became a little agitated at this moment, and his breathing intensified.

Although the rules of Sin City can restrain Jiujue, Jiujue can barely break the bondage.

But where did Sin City come from, and why even Jiujue can suppress...

For a while, Yu Mo fell into deep thought again.

After a long time, Yu Mo raised his head again and looked at the Confucian scholar solemnly: "Senior, I want to know to what extent you can control your energy in Sin City..."

"Um..."

The Confucian scholar fell into deep thought. Soon, his eyes lit up when he saw the chair in the distance, and he beckoned. The chair was floating in mid-air out of thin air.

"That's it...probably..."

"I don't quite understand either."

"A lot of things are forgotten..."

The Confucian scholar became distressed again, sitting on the ground, covering his head, in some pain: "I can't remember clearly, I can't remember everything..."

"Maybe I was originally in the fairy world!"

"what!!"

"Why can't I remember!"

"Hahaha, I should have been a fairy!"

"I can spell!"

The Confucian scholar kept muttering, and it looked like he was having another attack of madness.

Yu Mo stared at it for a long time.

"Senior, can you...can you summon something?"

He asked tentatively.

"call..."

"Yes, there are nine gems inlaid on it, it's very beautiful!"

"From then on, I felt that there must be another world!"

"Otherwise, why would I be so powerful!"

"Correct!"

"That's it!"

"I must have come from another world!"

The Confucian scholar's tone became firm again, he looked at Yu Mo seriously and said, still panting heavily, his eyes were bloodshot.

"Sure enough...Jiujue..."

"Who is he..."

"Nine Senses of Amnesia..."

"Does the old man know his identity?"

"Or, he also lost his memory..."

"Sin City actually hides three..."

At this moment, Yu Mo was a little shocked. Sitting in the wheelchair, he kept muttering to himself, and his brain was constantly thinking about something.

(The crime city chapter won’t be too long, but I have to write it. This is a relatively important opportunity in the whole book. In the next period of time, I will speed up the plot appropriately, mainly because my big sword is already hungry and thirsty. Yeah, I had insomnia last night, watching the end of the ghost show made my hands itch...)