Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"no need."

The sound of the old man's heart beating became more and more intense. He looked at Yu Mo with a hoarse voice, and said indifferently.

A look of pity flashed in Yu Mo's eyes, and he looked rather regretful: "Okay..."

"So this out-of-town quota..."

"This junior has made such a big scene, if in the end, because there is no quota for going out of the city, the mentality of the people in the core area of ​​Sin City will collapse, this is what you don't want to see, senior?"

"At that time, if they have nothing to love in their lives and take revenge on society crazily, then they will really destroy the foundation of Sin City."

"Do you think that's the truth?"

Yu Mo lowered his head slightly, with just the right amount of embarrassment on his face.

Although he was facing a blind man, Yu Mo still carried out his performance seriously and conscientiously.

The old man was silent for a long time.

Yu Mo no longer continued to provoke him, but waited quietly with a smile.

As if he knew from the very beginning that the old man would definitely come to him.

"How are you sure that I have a place to leave the city?"

The old man still couldn't hold back and asked this key question.

Yu Mo's eyes lit up immediately.

The old man at this time, in his eyes, is like Sun Yingxiong, who is lovable: "Because I am hosting this competition, the seniors did not stop me."

"This shows that there are indeed such things as quotas for going out of the city."

"Otherwise, you won't worry about whether there will be too many casualties."

"Since you know and acquiesce, it means...you also have this quota."

"If this junior makes a bold guess, the quota for going out of the city every year...is also from your hands, senior?"

"If I guessed a little more unscrupulously, you should have a certain...control over the entire city of sin?"

"After all, compared to Confucian scholars, I'm an idiot..."

"You're the only one who looks normal."

The smile at the corner of Yu Mo's mouth became more intense, especially when he saw that when he spoke, the old man not only did not refute, but became more silent, which confirmed all of Yu Mo's guesses from the side.

According to word of mouth, among the three jailers in Sin City, who would have thought that the one who really has the authority of the jailers is this blind old man with a cane?

The most harmless looking one.

"After you go out..."

The old man thought for a moment, then spoke.

"Send at least 2000 people in a year!"

"Among them, 1500 are cannon fodder-level trash, and 500 are elite-level criminals!"

"This deal, you earn it with blood!"

"At that time, the scale of the development of Sin City will increase rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye!"

Yu Mo took over the conversation without hesitation, looking very sensible!

"Ah."

"You want to take Confucian scholars and go with that fool?"

The old man nodded slightly, as if agreeing to Yu Mo's transaction request from the side.

Yu Mo shook his head slightly: "Take only one Confucian scholar, that one... will not leave."

"I can't answer his question."

"Or, I'm not sure that I can control him after leaving the city."

Having said that, Yu Mo looked a little disappointed.

A thug at the Jiujue level can definitely change the existence of the human race and the demon realm to some extent.

If these three go out of the crime city together and put them on the Zhenyao Pass, no matter how many big moves the Yaoyu makes, they will stop immediately and rethink.

The effect of this level is far more important than the outcome of a war.

"you are wrong."

"The ones that are really difficult to control and the most dangerous... are Confucian scholars."

The old man shook his head slowly, his tone full of vicissitudes, as if he was remembering something: "Let him go out, good or bad is unknown."

"Ok?"

"Senior, you... haven't lost your memory?"

Yu Mo keenly grasped the point of the question, raised his head abruptly, fixed his eyes on the old man, and asked in a serious tone.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head: "Sure enough, you should be more cautious when chatting with a little guy like you."

"Senior, what happened back then?"

"Why are there three Jiujue people gathered in Sin City?"

"What level of existence can make them lose their memory?"

"Sin City...is there really a city lord?"

Yu Mo asked several questions in one breath, speaking extremely fast.

But the old man just smiled: "Since you are such a smart little guy, then...guess for yourself."

Yu Mo immediately froze in place, looking at the old man standing opposite with a dark face, with a look of resentment on his face.

Just now, did I pretend too much?

No clue at all, how to guess?

"Senior, you and the two of them... are friends?"

"Enemies?"

"stranger?"

"Um..."

"is a friend."

The old man only moved his fingers slightly on the crutch when Yu Mo mentioned the word friend.

"Then they lost their memory because..."

Yu Mo spoke again, but this time he was interrupted by the old man before he finished speaking: "Oh, you little guys..."

"Old, old..."

"I think Confucian scholars should also occupy one of the places to go out of the city."

The old man changed the subject, looked at Yu Mo and said with a smile.

Yu Mo shook his head without hesitation: "Senior, it's inappropriate for you to say that."

"How about I let senior Confucian scholars participate in this year's out-of-city battle?"

"Just mix it up with a free quota."

"By the way, purify the environment in Sin City."

Yu Mo muttered.

But the old man clenched the crutch in his hand again.

This little guy, why can he always let the state of mind he has cultivated through keeping a low profile for so many years easily cause waves...

Confucian scholars participated in the out-of-city battle, how many people had to die.

"Five places, 2000 people per year."

"Pleasant to work with."

"I really hope you stay in Sin City for a few more years and chat with this old guy like me."

"Yu Sheng, Shi Guang's two dolls are actually not bad, but they are too boring, so they are a bit boring."

Leaning on crutches tremblingly, the old man turned around slowly, stepped out, and his figure disappeared into the street.

In midair, five red silk threads floated down and fell into Yu Mo's hands.

Yu Mo looked at the silk thread in his hand, thoughtful.