"Keep drinking!"

"Brother, drink!"

Sun Wen turned over, his hand still gesturing in mid-air.

And Li Zi took this opportunity to pull off Sun Wen's coat, hang it on the wall, and exit the room.

After a while, Sun Wen's room was filled with snoring.

It was in Sun Wen's upstairs room.

The middle-aged man, who was already drunk, looked very awake at this time, sitting next to the computer, looking at Sun Wen, who was already asleep in the surveillance screen, thoughtfully.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

The young man looked at the screen, his eyes were puzzled, and he subconsciously asked: "It looks quite ordinary, it's a second-generation official who came to gild!" ”

"It's a good tire!"

"This kind of person, if you don't have the current family, you can't fart."

"Go out with a babysitter!"

His tone was full of disdain, but it always felt a little sour.

"Look again."

"People who can make a gold ingot group and be admitted to the Ink Academy shouldn't be so ordinary."

"Is it really all up to his grandfather?"

With a suspicious look in his eyes, the middle-aged man gently rubbed his chin and whispered, completely ignoring the unnutritious words of his own brother.

"In the last few days, arrange a little clever and follow them."

"Don't let them out of sight."

"Also, did you find the person who wrote the report?"

The young man shook his head: "Not yet." ”

"Keep looking!"

"I can't do this little thing."

The middle-aged man's tone instantly became stern, and he said sharply.

The young man got up silently and shrugged his shoulders: "Got it." ”

"Sun Wen ......"

"Light Group ......"

The middle-aged man still looked at the picture on the screen and muttered to himself.

And a similar scene is being experienced by all the students of the Ink Academy.

It's just that everyone's approach is different.

For example, Mu Yu went directly to the tombstone.

Directly drag the person out, tie the person to the tombstone, and hang it on the gate of the Ink Pavilion branch.

It was hung like this for a day, and there was a sign next to him that read: "Welcome to report his incriminating evidence." ”

The whole city was a sensation, and the effect was remarkable.

On the second day, there were people trying to report one after another.

It's just that the impact is huge.

As his partner, Wang Youcai frowned, constantly writing something on the paper.

Obviously, this most crude method is incompatible with Wang Youcai's mode of thinking.

……

"Let's go."

In the wheelchair, Yu Mo carefully sorted out his clothes, breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly spoke.

"Hmm."

For the rest of my life, time nodded.

The two of them pushed the wheelchair like this, and slowly walked out of the inner city in the eyes of everyone.

It's just that today's eyes of these people, in addition to indifference, are a little more anxious.

It's like ...... I saw a piece of fat.

As if I heard something.

It's just that for the rest of his life, the high pressure of time, he finally chose to be patient.

It's just that I don't know how long this kind of patience will be buried, and it is unknown.

Outside the inner city gates.

Today, the blind old man was not there, and it seemed very quiet.

In the corner, several figures with evil aura on their bodies hovered near the door, looking at the inner city, with a hint of yearning in their eyes.

But they still didn't have the courage to take that step.

For the rest of his life, time did not continue to move forward, but turned over and jumped onto a tree, standing on the top of the tree, ensuring a wide field of vision.

Time has directly changed to a remote control that looks more complicated, operated with both hands, similar to the kind of drone.

There is also a screen on the remote control that allows you to see the scene near the wheelchair.

She manipulated the remote control and let the wheelchair walk into a wood.

As for the two of them, they had no idea of going in at all.

This forest is very strange, obviously outside the woods, there are some figures wandering, but no one has stepped into the woods at all.

It's like a no-go zone.

Yu Mo sat in a wheelchair with a calm expression, just watching himself slowly walk into the depths of the woods.

The figures in the distance saw this scene with slightly changed expressions, and subconsciously glanced at the two people in the height, a little puzzled.

According to the information that has been circulated, isn't this man their employer?

Is this talking about the price of the collapse of the negotiation?

Sending someone to die?

Including a figure that came out of the inner city, after seeing this scene, he turned around decisively and returned to the inner city.

The outer edge of the woods was quiet, except for the rustle of wheelchairs on the leaves.

But as we go deeper, you can faintly hear the faint singing.

It's just that the tone of this song is very strange, not like mainstream music from the outside world, more like a recitation.

Anyway, it sounds nondescript, and there is some madness mixed in with it.

"Hard, hard, hard!"

"The blue sky is difficult to climb, and the blue yellow spring falls!"

Finally, the voice gradually became clearer, Yu Mo sat in a wheelchair and frowned slightly, constantly analyzing the words in it.

But there is no pattern to it.

The text is so disorganized that it is completely impossible to analyze anything in it.

Vaguely, I could already see a figure half-leaning on a tree branch in the distance, dressed in Confucian clothes.

It's just that the clothes have become very shabby, dirty, and even a little tattered.

His hair was long and disheveled, obscuring half of his face, making it impossible to see his face.

The faintly revealed eye was a little hazy, and even Yu Mo, who had already reached the bottom of the tree, seemed to have not seen it at all, still singing his strange lines.

"I want to ride the wind, but it's a pity, it's a pity!"

"Hahaha!"

With the end of this song, Confucianism laughed madly, and finally became a little lonely.

It's like crying, and it's like laughing.

The whole person looks extremely abnormal,

"Junior, Yumo, have seen seniors."

Yu Mo, who listened quietly to the song throughout the whole process, finally spoke slowly, raised his head and looked at Confucian Sheng to speak softly, bending down slightly to express his respect.

But as if he hadn't heard, Confucius turned over and took it out in his arms.

"No ...... again"

The Confucian muttered to himself, his tone lost.

And underneath this tree, there are piles of white bones, and they are piled high.

There are some that have weathered over time.

Others are still stained with blood.

It was a terrifying sight.

Including the moment when Confucian Sheng's voice fell, he turned his head, his eyes fell on Yu Mo, and he smiled stupidly.

The laughter was high-pitched and harsh.

For a while, the atmosphere instantly became gloomy.

"Do you want to let him run?"

After seeing this scene through the remote control screen, Time turned his head and looked at Yu Sheng and asked.

Yu Sheng thought: "No, he didn't inform us." ”

"This screen can only see the picture, not the sound."

Time shook the remote control and explained.

Yu Sheng was a little dazed: "Can't you listen to it?" ”

"Hmm."

Time nodded.

For a while, the two looked at the crazy eyes of Confucius on the screen, and they were a little silent.