Entrepreneurship in a different world

Mo Shi suddenly felt an indescribable energy holding back in front of his chest.This kind of feeling is that he had seen Wen Rong clearly at first glance, and was sure that the other party was the kind of person he thought, and waited for the other party to repay the kindness with a cheeky refusal to leave, but in the end... he waved his hand, leave as soon as possible.

This shows that he just judged the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

The other party really took the risk just to bring him half a bowl of water.Also, that guy knew that he was still thirsty, but he was willing to give him the only water he had.

He didn't like the feeling of being indebted, and he didn't like the feeling that he misjudged the person.

Moshi lowered his head halfway, digesting the discomfort in his heart.

His head tilted slightly, and his ears moved accordingly.As long as he wants to, he can hear the sound within a radius of one mile around his body.

It didn't take long for him to catch the sound of Wen Rong's footsteps.The footsteps sounded towards the main road, and the other party really left decisively.

If he can't leave the town, where can he hide?And how on earth did he get clean drinking water?

Unknowingly, Mo Shi took the initiative to pay attention to this stranger who should not have paid him more attention.

The footsteps heard in his ears were about to disappear, and suddenly, the footsteps that had been out of his hearing range turned back again, and changed from the original cautious walking to a panic-stricken running.

In an instant, Moshi realized what had happened.

He was found by his hunters.

Although he couldn't see it with his eyes, according to the sound of footsteps, Mo Shi seemed to see Wen Rong running headlessly in the narrow alley in his mind.

He originally thought that Wen Rong would subconsciously run towards the hut he had avoided when he was being chased, but he didn't expect that the owner of the chaotic footsteps would turn away urgently when he approached the hut twice. He turned around and ran away from the hut.

Those who pursued him have all entered the narrow alley and locked him, there are still quite a few of them.If this continues, if there is no place to hide, he will be trapped to death in at most 10 minutes after chasing him, with nowhere to escape.

Moshi indifferently closed his excellent hearing, half-lidded his upper eyelids and stared at the transom above his head in a silent trance.

1 minute, 2 minutes... 5 minutes... 7 minutes

Before the 9th minute, a shadow flashed past quickly, the low door was opened a crack, and the person who was sitting on the small bed... disappeared.

Wen Rong ran out of breath, sweating all over his body, and ran into a narrower and darker alley in a panic, pinching his throat as if it had been cut by a blunt knife with one hand, and snorted uncomfortably. One hand was still tightly hugging the big porcelain bowl that was borrowed from others, not letting go.

He was overconfident.He thought he could avoid the sight of the pursuers by changing his clothes, but he didn't know that he was not only ambushing outside the town, but also sent people to scatter inside to search secretly during the day.

Just now he was almost on the main road, turned a corner and met a young man head-on, caught sight of him unexpectedly, and before his brain could react, his body turned and ran away.

Soon, whistles sounded all around, and more and more pursuers surrounded him.

At the beginning, he could still remember the path he had traveled while running wildly. Later, in order not to lead the pursuers to the vicinity of the hut, he burrowed into an alley that he hadn't explored yet. Just drill.

Fortunately, there were many alleys to delay him for a little time. Unfortunately, there were too many alleys, and there was no time to stop and catch his breath after running endlessly.

After running for about 10 minutes or so, he was completely exhausted.The human voice from behind gradually became clearer, and he knew that he had been trapped in this small area and became a shackle for others.

Stop running, I really can't run, and I can't run away.

Wen Rong touched the 'tumor' on his back with some regret.

I did my best this time, don't blame me!