Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"Are you still doing this order?"

In the inner city, on a roof.

Shi Guang looked at Yu Mo who was sitting at the door of the room in the distance, and silently looked at Yu Sheng and asked.

Yu Sheng pondered for a few seconds, then nodded slightly: "We still have to do it, at least we have to collect the corpse, otherwise it will be troublesome to get out of the crime city."

"Then it can't be buried."

Shi Shi frowned slightly, looking a little regretful.

But Yu Sheng seriously shook his head: "After leaving Sin City, you can still be buried at the gate of Sin City. It's not easy to take a taxi with a corpse."

"Makes sense!"

Shi Shi nodded in agreement, as if there was light in his eyes.

As for this single protection task, after Confucian scholars came out of the mountain, things changed a bit.

If the two of them protect each other closely, it won't necessarily be who protects the other.

"What about the money?"

"He didn't issue an IOU."

Shi Shi seemed to remember something and asked again.

This time the rest of my life was silent for a long time...

"Um..."

"I am Siwen Yunxun, I will not lie."

"Lin Siyuan should believe it."

It's just that when Yu Sheng said this, there was also a little suspicion in Yu Sheng's tone, obviously not sure.

But now... there seems to be no better solution.

Until Shi Shi's remote control screen, Yu Mo wrote a note, facing the camera.

"First of all, I want to go to the toilet, please control me to go to the backyard."

"Secondly, follow Zongren."

"If he goes into the jailer's room, wait for him to come back."

"If he hesitates at the door, please kill him."

The note swung in front of the camera for a long time before it was put away again by Yu Mo.

Shi Shi controlled the wheelchair with a blank expression, and after it parked firmly in the center of the backyard, he put away the remote control and rushed to the outer city.

only...

In the backyard at this time.

Yu Mo looked at the circular crater that appeared in the seat of the wheelchair cushion, and was a little suspicious of life.

He had the rest of his life to help before, but he really didn't know that there was such a thoughtful... small function on the wheelchair.

It just looks a little ashamed.

The most important thing is that after he suppressed his shame and went to the toilet...

Why call time again, there is no response.

The wheelchair was parked alone in the center of the yard, accompanied by a faint commotion and the breeze was blowing, he wanted to push the wheel of the wheelchair, but...

Always feel a little irritated.

For a moment, Yu Mo was inexplicably trapped in place.

Messy in the wind.

……

"Have you heard?"

Ink Pavilion.

Sun Yingxiong held the mobile phone with a serious face, and said to the other side, his tone was very dignified.

On the other side of the phone, Zhong Yushu was no longer as lazy as before.

"Tianqiongjian?"

"Yeah." Sun Yingxiong nodded lightly: "Yes, the Nine-tailed Fox Clan, as one of the twelve God Clans in Tianqiongjian, has always been the most low-key, and even in the past hundred years, they have hardly made any noise in Tianqiongjian. "

"If it weren't for the demon god of the Black Flood Dragon Clan that just fell, the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan would still be at the bottom of the ranking among the Twelve God Clans."

"But this time..."

Sun Yingxiong sat on the chair, leaning forward slightly, with a cold light in his eyes: "I don't know why, the other eleven protoss in Tianqiongjian collectively recommend the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan to rule the Demon Realm."

"And it's still a 20-year period."

"They usually have a three-year rotation system..."

"I think there's something strange about it."

"But under the current circumstances, it is difficult for us to discover new news."

Sun Yingxiong breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back on the chair, with a look of tiredness on his face: "It's too difficult to do some intelligence work in the Demon Realm."

"The few of us who can block the breath have not been able to get close to Tianqiongjian."

"To know this, I have done my best."

There was no response on the phone.

Obviously Zhong Yushu was also thinking about it.

It was not until a long time later that the voice came again from the phone: "At least for now, it seems that the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan has planned for a long time."

"It may also be that another ruthless person has risen in their tribe."

"But no matter what, the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan is showing its minions at this point in time, and it will definitely not be aimless."

"The fox family has always been smart, so this time they must have completed some kind of layout."

"When I was in Zhenyaoguan, I bought a few monsters, and in Tianqiongjian..."

"I'll find a chance to get in touch soon."

"And there's..."

"The four gates are under martial law. The Nine-Tailed Fox Clan's eyes will definitely not be purely on the Monster Domain. It is estimated that the Monster Clan will make a big move."

"Get ready."

"If there is a chance, I will advance to Jiujue on the four major barriers, kill a few more at that moment, and then hide."

"And you, it's time to find an heir for Mo Ge."

Zhong Yushu sighed.

Obviously, this kind of unexpected situation is the most serious. It is completely impossible to plan and can only adapt to the situation.

"Ah."

"As time goes on, Yu Mo will come out soon."

"But in his current situation, he can't take over Moge no matter what."

"I'm sifting through several options."

"How is Yuan Qingshan?"

With a look of thought in Sun Yingxiong's eyes, a name came to mind and asked curiously.

There was another few seconds of silence on the phone.

"IQ is enough."

"But it's still not stable enough. For the position of Pavilion Master Moge, what you need is not to seek merit, but to seek no faults. Stability is the priority."

"The people below can do radical things, but Pavilion Master Moge needs to stabilize the hearts of the entire human race."

"Yuan Qingshan...Sometimes his thinking is too out of the ordinary."

"Not the perfect choice."

Zhong Yushu's speech was not fast, obviously he was thinking while replying.

Sun Yingxiong's face was dark, and he gritted his teeth listening to Zhong Yushu's words: "I always feel that you are scolding me!"

"No, I'm praising you for your stability."

"that's it."

"Talk back."

Zhong Yushu hung up the phone decisively.

Sun Yingxiong casually put the phone on the table and fell into deep thought again.

"Qi Changshan..."

"No, it looks cold and unpopular..."

"Hey, Pavilion Master Moge, appearance is also very important."

Sun Yingxiong sighed, seemingly helpless, but between the lines, he always felt that there was some other meaning.