Once upon a time there was a demon pass

For the rest of his life, when he went out of the city, it seemed a lot more low-key.

Even when he left the city, he habitually hid in the shadows, but in an instant, he was already standing behind Yu Mo.

"Get out, get out~!"

The Confucian scholar giggled, raised his head again, and glanced at the sky: "I have found the way to go there, right under my feet, right under my feet..."

"Old fellow, big fool!"

"I..."

"gone!"

The Confucian scholar took a deep breath, the smile on his face gradually faded, and a little sadness appeared instead.

He turned around silently and looked at the blind old man who looked like a clay sculpture in the distance.

The ground shook slightly.

A strong man with chains all over his body and a beard on his chin walked out of his room at some point, stood on the street, and looked at him indifferently.

"Thank you for all these years!"

"I have a reason to go out, a reason to go out!"

"When I reach the sky..."

"Have a drink with you, and talk happily!"

"Farewell!"

The Confucian scholar seemed to have finally remembered at this moment that he was not a Taoist priest, but a Confucian scholar.

He tidied up his clothes, made a Confucian ceremony in a polite manner, cupped his hands, and bent over.

When he got up again, he no longer had any nostalgia for the city.

"Keeping a city full of flowers is not as good as all the people."

"Finally cut off the way forward..."

"Xianyuan..."

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

"Hahahahaha, I remember who I am!"

"pity..."

"It will soon be forgotten again."

Confucian scholar was inexplicably floating in the mid-air, his eyes had completely regained clarity, and he was no longer as dazed as before.

Confucian shirts rise with the wind.

Looking at his dirty clothes, the Confucian scholar looked disgusted: "It's so dirty..."

"The way forward is broken."

"It's better to kill him..."

"The prosperity of the world!"

Confucian scholars' eyes are so gentle and refined.

But in the depths of the eyes, there is a sharp color.

He turned around, looked at the blind old man in the distance, and bowed slightly again.

The plaque vibrated out of thin air.

The strong man in chains still watched this scene indifferently, without speaking.

The old man's hand holding the cane tightened slightly.

"so annoying..."

The Confucian scholar turned his head, looked at the plaque of the crime city, frowned slightly, but soon recovered his relief: "Yes, I'm already dead..."

"I am now..."

"It's me, not me..."

"it's me?"

"Hahahahahaha!"

The clearness in Confucian scholar's eyes dissipated again, and he became confused again. He smiled crazily and covered his head with his hands, as if he was in pain.

for a long time...

He raised his head again and stepped out of the sin city.

The plaque was quiet again.

The Confucian scholar walked up to Yu Mo, raised his head silently again, looked at the sky, and muttered to himself: "It's so beautiful..."

Yu Mo frowned, his eyes were full of thought, and he kept analyzing every sentence the Confucian scholar said just now.

It's just that the Confucian scholar at this moment seems to have completely forgotten what he just did, and just stared blankly at the sky.

The strong man in chains raised his head, looked at the plaque hanging above with cold eyes, and finally turned and left.

The blind old man sighed and shook his head slightly.

"senior!"

Yu Mo sat outside the door, watching the figure of the old man who was about to leave, and suddenly shouted: "Is your surname Li?"

The old man leaned on crutches calmly: "What is your last name, does it matter?"

"Don't guess about Sin City."

"You can't guess."

"If you really guessed it, it won't do you any good."

"We are nothing but a group of lonely ghosts living in this world!"

"Treat him well..."

As he spoke, the figure of the old man gradually became dim, and finally disappeared.

The city gate of Sin City slowly closed.

Looking at this mysterious yet terrifying city in the eyes of outsiders, Yu Mo's eyes were complicated.

"Confucian scholars in Sin City can only display the strength of Liujue."

"But the blind old man can rely on the power of the rules to seal my mouth."

"This is not what Liujue can do."

"It's... eight senses."

"Is he stronger than Confucian scholars?"

"In other words, this seal has very low restrictions on him?"

"If his surname is not Li, it means that all my previous guesses were wrong."

"Then who is he?"

"The road ahead is broken..."

"The road ahead..."

"Lonely Ghost..."

Yu Mo just sat in the wheelchair, lost in thought again.

Confucian students belong to the kind of children who are easy to take care of. They don't cry or make trouble, and have no desires or desires. As long as they can see the sky and absorb "incense", everything else is optional.

For the rest of my life, time never rushes.

Yu Mo sat in the wheelchair thinking for a long time, and finally smiled: "Yeah, what's the point of being obsessed with these?"

"After all, the way forward still depends on oneself."

"Maybe their way is broken, but the human race...not yet."

"I don't know if these lovely friends of the human race have missed me during this time..."

Yu Mo was still smiling.

It's just that this smile is a little less sincere than when it was in Sin City, and it looks a little hypocritical.

"go home..."

"Time to work."

Yu Mo whispered softly.

In the distant sky, a six-time awakened person roared over, probably feeling Yu Mo's breath in advance.

Looking at Yu Mo standing outside Sin City, the man frowned slightly, his face was cold, and his eyes were filled with disgust.

"Why are you not dead?"

He looked at Yu Mo and asked lightly.

Yu Mo smiled and raised his head: "Surprised? Sad? But no matter what, I did... come back!"

"Want to kill me?"

"Hmph!" The man snorted coldly, turned and left with a gloomy face.

Yu Mo just smiled and shook his head.

"The world fears me, hates me, hates me, but I'm still me."

"The road ahead is bumpy, twists and turns, dark, and the road is still the road."

"This world..."

"At least for now, I, Yu Mo..."

"It's up to you!"

Yu Mo sat in a wheelchair, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the dark sky, and no longer pretended to be himself.

That kind of domineering, absolute confidence in oneself is constantly spreading in this wilderness!

For the rest of his life, Shi Guang was not interested in this at all, and was still stubbornly arguing about who would drive.

Perhaps, for them, it doesn't matter what the world is like or what the ruler is like.

what they want...

But a private house, spend the rest of your life in peace.

That's it.

(Volume VI - End.)

(The writing at the end of the sixth volume is very tiring, but the overall preparation work for this book has almost come to an end. The seventh volume should belong to the kind of continuous high-burning, don’t go away, it will be more exciting later!)

(Finally... beg for a reward, beg for a reward!)