Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"He passed out, I saved him, but he didn't know I saved him..."

"no..."

The Confucian scholar shook his head, as if he had figured something out, he swung his arm, and there was a little energy fluctuation in the palm of his hand, and swung it towards Zongren's face.

A crisp sound.

Zongren, who had just passed out, felt the severe pain on his face, and a little comfort mixed with the pain, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the Confucian scholar in front of him in a little daze, at a loss.

With his wisdom, he didn't want to understand why the Confucian scholar wanted to slap him.

Could it be that he is in a trance, and if he wants to heal his injury, he needs to wake him up first?

"I'm going to save you!"

"Remember, I saved you!"

The Confucian scholar looked at Zong Ren who had come back to life, with a solemn expression, and said seriously.

...

Zong Ren was even more confused.

The next moment, wisps of violent energy just followed his legs, that familiar position, and swept his whole body.

This time the pain wasn't just in the legs.

Zong Ren felt that his body was tearing apart, healing again, tearing apart, healing again...

This repeated torture caused his eyes to widen and his body to tremble unceasingly.

He wanted to control himself not to shout, but he only held on for about three seconds...

The shrill screams echoed continuously in the outer city.

why would anyone...

Energy is so special! ! !

In the private house where the weirdo lived, a strong man wrapped in chains stood at the broken window, his eyes were cold, and he stared at the scene in the distance indifferently.

His eyes were fixed on the Confucian scholar.

After a long time.

The screams stopped.

The Confucian scholar looked at Zong Ren who had recovered half of his injuries, and withdrew his energy contentedly.

Yu Mo said, save half of people!

Put the long line and catch the big fish!

He slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Incense..."

His face was full of enjoyment, and when he opened his eyes again and looked at Zongren, he liked it no matter what he saw.

This is an incense making machine.

"Don't be moved."

"This is what I should do."

"You mortals have already experienced too much suffering in the world."

"I can't bear it."

The Confucian scholar's tone was vicissitudes, and his expression looked even more melancholy.

As for Zong Ren's painful expression, he automatically ignored it.

"come on!"

"You can keep climbing!"

The Confucian scholar looked at Zongren encouragingly, and after saying this, he turned and left, his figure disappearing into the night.

Only Zong Ren was left lying on the ground foolishly.

Go on...climb?

Is this what Yu Mo meant?

Let yourself crawl all the way back?

Looking at his miserable appearance, Zong Ren's eyes flashed with hatred, but he quickly regained his composure.

He staggered to his feet, looked around, leaned on the surrounding walls and struggled back to the door of the strange man's room, bent down hard to pick up the crutch, leaned on the crutch, and limped towards the distance.

Why, if there is no other way, the idiot crawls away.

"He's not dead."

"Your friend over there..."

Shi Guang looked at Zong Ren who was gradually walking away, and said.

Yu Sheng shook his head: "I will die after all."

"But if you deliberately ignore the employer's news, it will affect your credibility, which is not good."

He turned his head, looked at the backpack behind Shi Guang, and said seriously.

Shi Shi looked equally serious: "But you didn't remind me either."

"We are all guilty."

"We are all guilty."

The two looked a little repentant and lowered their heads, whispering softly.

"Let's go, go back and hand in the task."

It took Yu Sheng a full three seconds to repent before he raised his head, said softly, and disappeared on the roof.

But Shi Guang took out the remote control and looked at the screen. Yu Mo was still tenaciously dancing to the camera, gesticulating constantly, his body trembling.

Shi Shi was a little at a loss: "Why... didn't he push the wheelchair back by himself."

"It's not locked either..."

She didn't quite understand.

As for the word "dirty", I don't have much concept.

She manipulated the wheelchair silently, and with Yu Mo's surprised expression, manipulated the wheelchair back into the room.

Put away the remote control, time jumps a few times, and catch up with Yu Sheng.

The two disappeared one after the other.

Only Zong Ren was still stubbornly leaning on a cane, walking alone in the coming winter night, limping and miserable.

Those 'vultures' looked at Zongren's leaving back, their eyes were full of anger and fear.

Confucian scholars...

Although they haven't seen it before, what they just used is obviously energy.

A person who can use energy in Sin City is not someone they can provoke anyway.

They hesitated, struggled, and finally cowardly withdrew their gazes.

But if they really had the courage, they wouldn't become what they are today.

Become the 'vulture' in others' mouth.

In the final analysis, it is still the most despised existence in Sin City.

They were hungry, looked at the 'food' leaving, and finally dragged their tired bodies, constantly rummaging in the wild, looking for all edible food.

leaves, bark...

Or find a smaller corpse pit somewhere...

As long as they can live, they have no scruples.

Until one day, the stomach is bad after eating, or the torment is unbearable, and he dies silently.

This...

It is the most authentic bottom layer in Sin City.

……

"You want to kill Zongren?"

In the room, looking at Yu Sheng who came back first, Yu Mo raised his head and asked.

"Ah."

Yu Sheng nodded slightly.

Yu Mo's face turned black in an instant, and he took a deep breath: "You want to kill him, but you said it!"

"Let me, an old comrade, freeze outside for three hours alone!"

"Do you know how I spent these three hours?"

Thinking about that painful time, Yu Mo's face became darker and darker, and finally said lightly: "Deducting 1000 million salary, isn't it too much?"

As he said that, Yu Mo lowered his head slightly, looking gloomy, but from the corner of his eye, he quietly glanced at Yu Sheng.