"With that, it's not hard to guess what you want to set on fire."

"Qiu Xiaoxiao made a big fuss in Beijing and died."

"You happened to die."

"What allows you to do this level is nothing more than that there are not many foundations left by the cult."

"If it continues to be on the table, it will die a very miserable death."

"So you have to sacrifice Qiu Xiaoxiao, from light to dark, maybe even change the name of the sect."

"But this is also a self-cutting arm for you, and you want to be as happy as you are, unless someone prescribes other benefits to you."

"And the one who can give you the good, in this human race... Who else but me? ”

"Soul Hunting..."

Yu Mo looked at Zong Ren's eyes calmly, with a gentle smile on his face.

But Zongren gradually became silent.

He was indeed a little curious about how Yu Mo judged, but the fundamental reason for asking the question was to change the topic.

Can...

What Yu Mo said made him feel a trace of fear.

He has always relied on wisdom to survive, and he is full of confidence in his own wisdom.

But for some reason, in front of Yu Mo, it looked so pale and ridiculous.

"So if I pay attention to you, I will naturally be able to catch the little tail of the soul hunter."

"And what value do you have to the Soul Hunter..."

"Cult?"

"The dregs of their own burial, with only a little remnant of their sins?"

"This kind of underground force, combined with the attributes of soul hunting, the black market is what they covet the most."

"So..."

"Alas, forget it, I have to talk to you, you can understand, it's not interesting to talk."

Yu Mo suddenly became a little boring: "If the teacher.. If he's there, it's fine. ”

Yu Mo muttered to himself, a touch of loneliness flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his gentle image.

"End of the patient answering session."

"Do you have any questions, this lovely prisoner?"

Yu Mo pushed the wheelchair forward two steps, bent down slightly, and looked at Zong Ren with a smile and asked.

At this time, Zong Ren's eyes were a little dull, and he didn't even care about the injuries on his body, and the whole person looked full of that sense of decadence after failure, just like Sun Wen who had been hit by himself.

"It looks like it's gone."

"I've been looking forward to the toy for a few days, but it turns out that it has no characteristics other than being a little cruel to myself."

"It's not as cute as the inhabitants of this sin city."

"Kill, kill, kill."

Yu Mo waved his hand.

"Oh."

Yu Sheng nodded, barely hesitating, and raised his gun to aim at Zongren's eyebrows.

Time also stood up straight, carrying a sapper shovel.

Neither of them looked at Yu Mo's eyes that were quietly and frantically.

'Bang'

Gunshots.

It's just that at the last moment of his life, Zong Ren seemed to burst out of his extreme vitality and twisted his head violently.

Bullets hit the walls.

Shattered stones cut through his cheeks.

The bullet that flew flew into his leg again.

"Huh?"

Yu Sheng was a little curious, and raised the gun again, but seemed to think of something, put the gun down again, and removed the magazine, which was no longer full of bullets.

He opened his backpack and rummaged through it.

Soon, several bullets were grabbed in his hands and pressed into the magazine.

Soren didn't have time to think about the mess at this time, and there was only one thought left in his mind.

This man really killed himself!

There are no routines, no psychological tactics, just raise the gun and fight!

If it weren't for the moment just now, I don't know why, I would have been a corpse by now.

"Wait!"

"Wait..."

Zong Ren couldn't stay calm anymore and shouted fiercely.

But the rest of my life has already raised the gun again ...

"Oh?"

"Wait."

"See what else he's going to talk about?"

Yu Mo's voice sounded, and he was still the kind of disgusting gentle smile, very hypocritical.

Yu Sheng glanced at Yu Mo blankly, with strange eyes.

Finally silently put down the gun.

And the dissatisfaction of time seems more intuitive.

She just stuck the sapper shovel in the dirt.

Yu Momu didn't squint, as if he didn't see it at all, but he was slightly relieved in his heart.

Obviously, he didn't expect that the rest of his life would really start!

Why didn't he even look at it, how could he squat at the gate of the Sin City for several days, how much time was it for him?

But after having the rest of his life, Zongren should be very cooperative.

"I..."

"What can I do to... to survive. ”

The various messes on his body, and the strange injuries made his whole person on the verge of fainting, and his voice was weak.

Including the candle in his hand, there is also wax oil dripping constantly.

Scald...

"Why should I let you live?"

"The things you've done have completely cut off your way to life, haven't you?"

Yu Mo looked at Zong Ren with a strange expression and asked.

Zong Ren was a little silent, and only after a long time did he continue to speak: "Am I really wrong? ”

"Everyone I kill is for their lives."

"Yes, from the point of view of justice, I am heinous."

"But in my opinion, only I live, and I live better, is the only truth."

"Sacrifice yourself, save others, you are heroes, you can."

"I can't do it."

Zongren seemed to have returned to the light, his tone of voice was much calmer, and he seemed to be a little more energetic.

Of course, the main reason is that it is hot.

Again and again, stimulating his nerves.

"Hmm..."

"You're right, so I'm going to kill you."

"Because I'm psychopathic."

"Reasonable."

Yu Mo nodded in agreement, and then said in a very sincere tone.

"I'm saying this just to prove..."

"As long as I live, I can do anything."

"Perhaps, you need me."

Zongren looked at Yu Mo seriously, and his voice was sincere.