Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"Red line..."

"Why does Sin City judge that wearing this thing is eligible to leave Sin City?"

"Who does the red thread belong to?"

Yu Mo muttered to himself, constantly observing the few seemingly ordinary red threads in his hand.

"Is the tenacity too strong, or my strength is too weak recently..."

Yu Mo picked up a red thread and pulled it hard.

But the red line is not affected at all.

Yu Mo looked at his arms that had become skinny due to the lack of energy in his body, and said to himself.

As for the loss of one out-of-city quota if the red line is broken, this kind of thing is not in his consideration for the time being.

In comparison, the importance of tracing the source is obviously greater.

"Heart, brain, muscles..."

"Amnesia..."

"Is there any necessary connection among them?"

"The timing of the emergence of Sin City..."

Yu Mo kept whispering, lowering his head slightly, his eyes deep.

After a long time, Yu Mo seemed to have thought of something, raised his head suddenly, and looked at the direction the old man was leaving, full of shock!

This kind of shock was completely from the heart, or in other words, it was beyond Yu Mo's expectation.

"real..."

"Is that so?"

Yu Mo took a deep breath, trying to calm down his mind, but the shock was still there.

He frantically took out his notepad and kept drawing on it.

After a long time, the face of the blind old man appeared on the paper.

Although it is not particularly professional, at least there are eight imaging.

Yu Mo carefully tore off the piece of paper, put it in his pocket, and then leaned back on the wheelchair, staring blankly at the sky.

"Although I haven't seen that beautiful world..."

"But I saw..."

"What a big chessboard."

Yu Mo smiled self-deprecatingly, and shook his head. The self-confidence and persistence in his eyes that were always maintained at all times seemed extremely decadent at this moment.

"But although the chessboard is big, I, Yu Mo..."

"It can also fall!"

After a long time, Yu Mo's eyes burst out with that confident light again, his tone became firm again, he raised his head unyieldingly, and looked directly at the sky!

Although the sky was overcast, the sun could hardly be seen.

"You fouled!"

The Confucian scholar appeared next to a middle-aged man out of nowhere, looking at him expressionlessly, with a cold murderous intent in his eyes.

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, as if thinking of something, his expression changed slightly.

Without any hesitation, the middle-aged man leaped into the distance.

but...

The next moment, a sharp dagger pierced his chest.

Blood flowed out from the dagger.

The middle-aged man lowered his head slowly, looked at the dagger on his chest, turned around with difficulty, and saw the cold and ferocious face of the Confucian scholar.

He fell heavily to the ground, his face turned pale.

The Confucian scholar stood beside the 'corpse', the indifference on his face slowly disappeared, and he returned to his original sluggish state once again.

He squatted down, looked at the 'corpse' on the ground thoughtfully, and muttered to himself.

"What I just did should be particularly evil..."

"He must have been terrified before he died."

"Um..."

"In this way, when he wakes up and finds that he is still alive, he will be very happy and very grateful to me."

The Confucian scholar kept muttering, and took out a bunch of small notes that Yu Mo had carefully prepared for him.

The same text was written on each slip of paper.

' Get freaked out, just kidding, I never kill. '

He carefully put the note in the 'corpse''s pocket, and grabbed his arm again, a ray of energy poured into the 'corpse', restoring the damaged meridians.

But judging by the appearance, the man was still dead.

"what?"

"His stomach is not very good."

"Usually, I don't pay attention to health preservation at all."

"I'm a good person, so naturally I want to save lives and heal the wounded."

Like a broken mouth, the Confucian scholar gathered the remaining energy in the person's stomach.

After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's done!"

As the voice fell, the Confucian scholar took out the note from the pocket of the 'corpse', and seriously added on it: "Your stomach is not good, I will treat it for you, remember to drink more porridge and less Eat hard food, work hard, and be sure not to thank me!"

After stuffing the supplemented note back, Confucian scholar stood up in satisfaction.

The face is full of the kind of joy after saving lives and healing the wounded.

"In this way, he will be more moved, and the incense will be more!"

"The guardian is really smart."

"I'm smart too!"

"As expected of me!"

The Confucian scholar smiled complacently, raised his head to look at the sky again, and was a little obsessed with it: "Maybe it won't be long before I... can return to my own world."

For a while, his mood became better, humming a weird tune, and walked into the distance.

"You broke the rules..."

……

in ruins.

The place where bombs were dropped for the rest of the night last night.

Zongren's body was curled up in the corner of the ruins.

Use the burned black charcoal to blacken the exposed skin to avoid the smell of blood.

His clothes hadn't been changed, and the dried blood was still on them.

Although he doesn't know if the people in Sin City have a good sense of smell, but for the sake of safety, he can't let go of any details.

From time to time, footsteps sounded beside him.

But luckily no one found out.

Perhaps the greatest privilege Yu Mo gave Zong Ren was that he, a hide-and-seek person, didn't need to abide by the rules in the strange talk.

This unique privilege belongs to npc, which makes his chance of surviving a little higher.

But at the same time, it also bound him.

If the player has not violated or violated the rules, the npc cannot actively attack the player.

Of course, if there is an attack, it is not certain who will die.

In Yu Mo's words, killing Zongren...

Never mind the rules.

Kill him and the game ends directly.

At this time, Zongren had been hiding here for about three hours, and his body was curled up for a long time, causing his limbs to ache.

But he dared not move.

Any slight sound could be the trigger of his death.