Once upon a time there was a demon pass

Several people looked at Yu Mo and remained silent.

In the end, Chu Huai said, "Let's go, there's no point in staying here."

"If the city gate closes later, if we are sucked in again..."

"More embarrassing."

As he said that, Chu Huai looked at the city again. Several of his original subordinates had their faces deeply imprinted in his mind, and then he turned and left.

The others followed behind Chu Huai and gradually walked away.

"Really are..."

"Everyone is a cooperative relationship, senior, you really don't give any face."

"What an embarrassing situation just now."

"Yes, don't you owe the rest of your life, time and they have a lot of favors?"

"Give it back."

"Please!"

Yu Mo looked at the old man in the distance pitifully, and tried again.

The old man nodded slowly: "Yes, Yu Sheng, Shi Shi, Confucian scholar, you can go now..."

"Just treat it as my favor..."

The old man spoke lightly, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yu Mo with a dark face: "Don't!"

"You thought I was farting just now."

"They're gone, I can't survive a minute."

"I won't bother you anymore, you are busy."

With that said, Yu Mo leaned against the wheelchair angrily.

And the corner of the old man's mouth seemed to outline a faint arc, and he just turned around slowly and disappeared.

"Time!"

"Push me back!"

Yu Mo shouted angrily like a child.

But before Shi Shi took out the remote control, Confucian scholar stood behind the wheelchair, apologetic, "Brother, let me push you..."

As he spoke, the Confucian scholar pushed the wheelchair and gradually walked away.

All the things he had done to Yu Mo before filled him with guilt.

It's just that he seems to think that walking is too slow...

"Brother, after all these years, you... have never experienced running, have you?"

Saying that, Confucian scholar took a deep breath.

Energy is funneled into the legs.

Then, the Confucian scholar started running with all his strength.

The sound of the howling wind, the scene that kept flashing around.

dusty.

Some blood-stained ground will also splash scarlet mud.

Yu Mo subconsciously let out a mournful cry.

"Do you need to open the fender?"

When Shi Shi just took out the remote control, he looked at Yu Mo who had only a little outline left, and asked curiously.

"Um..."

"open it."

Yu Sheng thought about it, recalled the scene where he pushed Zhao Zicheng to kill all directions, his eyes were full of nostalgia for a moment, and finally nodded slightly.

"Ok."

Shi Guang manipulated the remote control twice and retracted it.

Those people in the inner city watched the matter come to an end, turned around and left silently.

The remaining seven subordinates of Chu Huai gathered together.

"Come on!"

"One day, we will walk out of Sin City!"

"Ok!"

"Yu Mo is right, we can't keep holding Boss Chu back!"

At this moment, the eyes of several people were extremely firm.

Perhaps as Yu Mo said, they relied too much on Chu Huai before.

As a result, their strength has not been improved for a long time.

Whenever they encounter a crisis, the first thought in their mind is... Chu Huai!

but...

There are a few people who can walk out of this inner city, survive alone, and join Chu Huai's forces. They are really trash.

They laughed together and strode away.

Yu Sheng silently watched their leaving backs.

"In Sin City..."

"It seems that there is really light."

"It's just us who used to be, and never paid attention to it."

He muttered to himself expressionlessly.

Shi Shi stood beside him, looked at him curiously, and finally nodded in agreement.

The two leave.

At the gate of this sinful city, there is only a blood-stained road left.

A full hundreds of meters.

bloody.

But sad.

The few hundred meters in this area seem to gather a person's whole life, telling his anger, unwillingness, and finally...peace.

……

outside the city gate.

An An was still sitting on the ground sluggishly.

His hands were covered in blood.

The nurse stood beside her, taking care of her meticulously.

until the gates are closed.

Everyone dispersed.

An An silently got up from the ground.

"Auntie, please take me back, thank you."

She said politely to the nurse.

The nurse looked at the well-behaved child in front of her, sighed softly, shook her head slightly, took her hand, returned to the car, and started the car.

An An sat quietly on the back seat, with her head slightly lowered, her fists clenched tightly, a little white.

After returning to the residence, An An sat on the bed alone after washing off the blood on her body.

"dad..."

"I remember the voices of each of them."

"I will avenge you."

She was holding a doll, clutching it tightly, her nails clipping the doll's fabric.

"They...they're all bad guys."

"They also said you were a bad person..."

"I can only, I can only say that I have no feelings for you..."

"So they don't kill me too."

"I'm still too weak..."

An An just hugged the doll, talking to herself constantly.

At this moment, she is not mature like a five-year-old child at all.

Whether it's her words, or her thoughts, including that... sick emotion.

The doll has become riddled with holes at some point.

Listening to the sound of walking outside the door, An An silently put the doll in the corner, regained that obedient look on her face, and fell down on the bed.

as if...

Already fell asleep.

……

(The sixth volume is coming to an end, starting from the seventh volume, the rhythm will gradually pick up a bit, and the background of the whole book will also be opened.)

(Just like ghosts, in the previous plot, I can't actually see too much. I should... be regarded as a late-stage player.)