Once upon a time there was a demon pass

Yu Sheng used the tip of his sword to gently dig out the flower on top of the spider's head. Looking at the already messy battlefield, he retreated silently, completely abandoning the trap.

There are too many corpses, and the bait attracted may not be what he can bear.

Just after Yu Sheng left, within a few minutes, a huge centipede with a row of sharp teeth sprang out suddenly, bit on these corpses, devoured them, and disappeared.

On Yu Sheng's first night in the swamp, he merged into the killing environment.

……

"Old Sun?"

About to arrive at Zhenyao Pass, Yu Mo looked at the old man standing not far in front of him.

The Confucian scholar regained his clarity from the sluggish state, fixed his eyes on Sun Yingxiong, and his body tensed slightly.

Sun Yingxiong also took a look at him.

"This man..."

"It always feels a little familiar."

"Forget it, it's not important."

Sun Yingxiong shook his head slightly, and came to Yu Mo just like that: "This battle, the old man has already entered the nine senses, and what the human race will do in the future will not be under the control of the old man."

"Entering Jiujue can deter the demon clan and dare not act rashly!"

"But at the same time, it will also restrain itself."

"This battle looks like a great victory for the human race, but it's just hard work."

"Next..."

Sun Yingxiong's voice paused, and he looked seriously into Yu Mo's eyes: "I entrust the human race to your hands."

"..."

"Old Sun, just a few days ago, I used the same tone, eyes, and even words to fool others."

Yu Mo also looked at Sun Yingxiong with a calm voice.

For a while, the atmosphere became a little awkward.

"I, Yu Mo, have a clear conscience for what I have done, and it will not harm the interests of the majority of the human race."

Yu Mo explained softly.

Sun Yingxiong was silent for a moment: "Can't...preserve...the interests of everyone as much as possible?"

"It's not realistic."

Yu Mo shook his head seriously, and said in a serious tone, "In this world, there will never be a true harmony in the world."

"It is even more impossible to take into account the interests of everyone."

"When some people are fighting bloody battles on the front lines while others are doing nothing in the rear, there will be no so-called fairness anymore."

"All fairness is only for myself, as long as I feel in my heart that it is worth doing, then that's fine."

"Sacrificing the interests of a small number of people in exchange for the survival of the majority is like a multiple-choice question that has existed since ancient times."

"A speeding train has four playful children in front of it. As long as you control the direction, you can switch to another railway, but there is also a child there, and he is innocent."

"Four lives, one life, maybe there are too many answers to this question, but in my heart, the answer is the only one."

"Save more people!"

"Perhaps in the eyes of that innocent child, I am a demon, the one who ruined his life with his own hands, but... what I pursue is only the continuation of the human race, and that is the final result."

"As for the process... After all, there must be such a person to stand up and make a choice."

The moonlight shone on Yu Mo's face, so pale and cold.

Not even... unkind.

With that indifferent look in his eyes, it was hard not to doubt whether this person had any human emotions in his heart.

"From God's point of view, you are right."

"But we are human... What we have been doing is to let these so-called gods know that we are not like them!"

"We rely on this beating heart."

"If I were asked to do this question, my answer is that I will do my best to stop this train. If I can't stop it, then I and those four children... will die together."

Sun Yingxiong's voice was full of vicissitudes, walked up to Yu Mo, reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

Yu Mo lowered his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Don't seal your heart."

"In the face of darkness, our shed blood and unyielding will are the only weapons to defeat darkness."

"You... are too rational, this... is not human."

"This is the last sentence that this old man can teach you before he leaves."

Under the moonlight, Sun Yingxiong was wearing ordinary sportswear, with a snow-white beard and a bruised nose and swollen face, but it was not against harmony, it was very natural.

As if...he was supposed to be.

"Human Race..."

Yu Mo sat in a wheelchair, lost in deep thinking, and did not take any action for a full two hours.

And Sun Yingxiong has long since disappeared.

A breeze blows.

When Yu Mo raised his head again, there was already a hint of dawn.

He was still expressionless, and no one could guess what was going on in his heart. Confucian scholar pushed the wheelchair again and walked towards the distant city gate.

And the other side.

The dwarf mountain next to Zhenyao Pass.

"Hey, how did you know about old man Jiujue!"

Sun Yingxiong stood beside Zhong Yushu, the golden giant sword floating above his head, with nine gems inlaid on it.

Zhong Yushu sat on the top of the hill melancholy, without even looking at Sun Yingxiong.

"Oh, I know, this incident hit you a bit hard."

"After all, I'm just a mere talent with five patterns."

Sun Yingxiong's voice is still so vicissitudes.

Hearing the word Wuwen, Zhong Yushu was taken aback for a moment, and then became even more melancholy.

yes...

Five patterns.

This matter has long been subconsciously forgotten by everyone.

It is estimated that anyone who really posts a post saying that Sun Yingxiong was actually just a five-patterned egg will be laughed at and ridiculed.

'Remember it wrong? '

'how is this possible! '

'It's definitely eye-catching. '

But these words came from Sun Yingxiong himself.

"I remember when you got your tattoo?"

"Hiss...it seems to be..."

"Nine patterns!"

"Oh, yes, Jiuwen!"

"Honored as the strongest freshman in the history of the military academy!"

"Highly talented, strong in actual combat, and smart."

"Tsk tsk..."

"I am a junior who is five years younger than you, but I grew up listening to your legends."

Sun Yingxiong looked sincere and did not forget to pat Zhong Yushu on the shoulder.