In the night, the rest of his life rushed in the demon domain.

Several white apes behind him were chasing frantically, and in the grassland, a beast appeared from time to time, looking at the location of the rest of his life, his eyes were greedy.

Then he did not hesitate to join the army of encirclement and interception.

The rest of my life is constantly shuttling.

Teleport from time to time, avoiding the sight of the demons and hiding their figures.

But it will soon be rediscovered.

A long-lasting chase is unfolding.

……

The sky is getting brighter.

Mocheng has appeared far away in the field of vision.

More and more people followed in the rear.

Most were silent.

With confusion and incomprehension, come to seek a result.

Those in the rear, gloating and ready to show their strength, were gearing up and couldn't hold back the excitement in their hearts.

Ultimately...

This flow of people poured into Mocheng.

Compared to the previous few days, when they were angry and irritable after hearing the news at first glance, most people have regained their composure.

It's just that with the crowd or the Internet, they are waiting for a final answer.

Tell them that the beliefs they have held to for generations from birth are correct.

Only a very small number of people are becoming more and more irritable and angry.

Because they find that by doing so, they will attract the attention of others, like heroes.

Ah Tai lowered his head slightly and walked out of the gate of Mocheng.

Move forward.

A local resident of Mingmo City joined the torrent behind him.

Eventually, we came to the downtown square.

Where he used to race.

The arena has been dismantled.

In the empty square, Atai stood in the center, not saying a word.

Sun Wen and others surrounded him.

The crowd kept pouring in.

Quietly waited.

The door of the Ink Pavilion, which had been closed for five days, was finally opened.

The young man sat in a wheelchair and was pushed by a middle-aged secretary to the central square.

The ground is tumbling.

A stone platform suddenly rose under the feet of Atai, supporting a few people, and rose about a meter.

It's like the ring race in the past.

It's just that this time there are far more opponents than at the beginning.

Wheelchairs are coming from a distance.

The young man smiled and stopped at the edge of the stone platform.

Hooked his finger slightly.

A stone pillar appeared at his feet, also supporting him, maintaining the same height as the stone platform.

Turning the wheelchair, he looked at the people who were a little dazed, and said, "Introduce yourself, the new department of the Mo Pavilion, the leader of the light group, Yu Mo." ”

It's a bit noisy down there.

Talk.

"Ancestor, Yu Yongyan."

The young man spoke again.

This huge square instantly became silent, and everyone's eyes focused on Yu Mo.

Most of them looked solemn and saluted slightly.

Respectfully, it is not the identity of the leader of the light group, but the three words Yu Yongyan.

The expression is unpretentious.

Those in the distance who couldn't wait to judge Atai saw this scene, and could only follow with some perfunctory movements.

"I've seen the recent discussions about Atai on the Internet."

"I'll preside over this matter."

"How about the two sides reasoning?"

Yu Mo's voice was gentle, and his voice spread throughout the square with the blessing of energy.

Everyone nodded.

"The descendants of Yu Lao, we believe!"

It's just one sentence, but it's full of weight.

"Thank you all for your trust."

"This time, the whole process will be broadcast live."

"Atai, do you have any questions?"

Yu Mo looked at Atai's position and asked gently.

Atai lowered his head and shook his head slightly.

Several staff members dressed in Moge costumes walked into the square with cameras on their shoulders and chose their locations.

"Before that, I had a question that I was curious about."

"Atai, why did you come to Mocheng?"

"Of course, whether it's true or not, you can tell for yourself."

Yu Mo looked at Ah Tai and asked.

Atai was silent for a moment, looked at Sun Wen, Mu Yu and others, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I read the post, I don't want to affect them, and I don't want Moge to be embarrassed..."

"Then there are the most people in Mocheng, and I'm here..."

"If you die here, everyone should know..."

As Arty's voice fell.

A sneer came from the distance under the field, and a young man looked at Ah Tai with disdain: "Didn't you expect the demon clan to be so hypocritical?" ”

Finding that everyone's eyes were on him, the young man was proud.

Yu Mo looked silently, his eyes calm: "Now, it's not yet time for the debate." ”

"You!"

The young man was stunned, his face turned a little red, and finally swallowed back the unfinished words.

"In a debate, there must always be a vote."

"I'm now posting an online poll, and everyone can also participate with their mobile phones."

"The options are..."

"Atay deserves to die, Atay doesn't deserve to die, and... Abstention. ”

"This vote is anonymous."

"It's not conclusive."

"Just tidy up the data first."

With Yu Mo's voice, a voting form appeared on the big screen in the central square.

Tens of seconds later, the data began to keep rising.

Countdown, five minutes.

As the minutes ticked by, the square fell silent.

Until the voting closes.

Proposed execution of Atay: 130,000 votes.

It is recommended not to execute Atay: 10,000 votes.

Abstentions: 3.5 million votes.

The data is intuitive.

In particular, the exaggerated number of abstentions is more like a sign of something.

Obviously, their hearts are even more dazed.

It's not so much that they want to execute Atay, they just want an answer.

Or rather, rationalists.

crushed the number of impulsives, but because they were too rational, they chose to remain silent.

Even the people in the square were a little shocked when they saw this data table.

"Obviously, five minutes is too short."

"Or rather, there are more people waiting and watching, and they don't even have a point of abstention."

"Next..."

"I'll leave it to you."

"Those messengers of justice."

After speaking, Yu Mo's eyes signaled, especially the young man who was interrupted by himself before.

The young man snorted coldly and spoke without hesitation.

"149 years of the Dawning Era!"

"In the past 149 years, our human race has fought bloodily, what have you done?"

"Demon Slayer!"

"But now, the demon is standing in front of us, isn't the previous group of photos clear and intuitive enough?"

"All the evidence is proving that this is a demon in front of me who slaughters the human race, his hands are stained with blood, and he is the evil in the world!"

"If it's a demon, you should be punished!"

"Could it be that it makes the sages of the race chill?"

This man said righteously, puffing out his chest and standing in the sun, his body radiating a dazzling light!

Atai lowered his head and said nothing.

Sun Wen took a deep breath and stepped forward.

(I don't know how many days in a row for five watches, physically and mentally tired, and the long-term outburst of thinking is also a little exhausted, the main plot line in the back, the outline, also needs to be sorted out, it's really a little unbearable, brothers, the first three watches for a while, slowly liver, slow brain, my side also strives to make the plot better and better!) The main story is gradually unfolding, don't go away, the back is more exciting! ）