When Yu Mo returned to the room, he found that Zong Ren had been left in the room at some point.

As for the rest of my life, time, I don't know where to go.

Yu Mo looked helpless: "They... I'm really vigilant. ”

"They... Are you afraid of me? ”

Confucius was a little puzzled, pointed to himself and asked.

Yu Mo nodded.

"Are they bad people?"

Confucian asked again.

Yu Mo shook his head.

Confucian Sheng's brows suddenly tightened, and he looked nervous: "Good people can't be afraid of me, I want to collect incense, I want to become an immortal..."

"Where they are, I'll go find them."

"I'll explain..."

"Well, I'm going to explain..."

The Confucian kept walking back and forth in place, and kept muttering in his mouth.

Even scratched his head irritably in the middle.

Yu Mo looked at Confucius silently, and suddenly felt...

He is still very simple.

It's just that although Confucianism is crazy, he understands a lot of things.

For example, when I just talked to the blind old man, I inadvertently revealed a lot of details.

Pity...

Confucian scholars are just crazy, but not stupid.

It's just that his goals and ideals seem too dreamy in the eyes of others, so they seem stupid.

At least when the blind old man communicated with him just now, he did not have the upper hand, and even had a slight disadvantage.

"They're personality issues."

"With patience, they will accept you sooner or later."

Yu Mo looked at the increasingly anxious Confucian Sheng, and said helplessly.

"Patience?"

"Oh yes, patience!"

"Yes, patience, I want to prove to them that I am a good person and that I am going to save this false world!"

"Then they will slowly accept me."

"That's it, it's like this."

"You're so smart!"

Confucian Sheng's mood changed again, and he patted Yu Mo on the shoulder vigorously.

Yu Mo's brows furrowed instantly, and he couldn't help coughing twice.

The place that had just been photographed by Confucius was in even more severe pain.

It's like...

Let the knot give a hammer solidly.

"Thanks... Thank you seniors for your compliments. ”

"I said I was going to protect you."

Yu Mo took a deep breath, and at this moment finally understood why Zong Ren had been talking to himself intermittently.

When it hurts, I can't speak.

But Jongin hasn't woken up for so long...

Yu Mo's gaze fell on Zong Ren in the corner, chuckled, and said to Confucius: "Senior, he hasn't rested well recently, it's very hard, can you let him sleep a little longer?" ”

"Oh!"

"Okay!"

"Help others, be united and friendly!"

"Welcoming, kind!"

"Uh-huh, that's what you want to do!"

Confucius kept shouting slogans to himself, and then squatted in front of Zong Ren: "Hey, he's really awake!" ”

"I must be afraid that you will worry about him!"

"This is a good man!"

Confucius said with a firm face, and as the voice fell, he raised his hand, and the palm of his hand was still slightly shining.

Then, as his palm fell, Zongren tilted his head and fell asleep completely.

"Hmm!"

"One day's sleep, shouldn't it be enough?"

Confucius raised his head and asked modestly.

Yu Mo smiled and nodded: "The seniors have worked hard." ”

"It's not hard!"

"I'm helping someone!"

"Just now, I did feel the cleansing of my soul!"

"This must be the path to becoming an immortal!"

Confucius looked very happy and said with a cheer.

But Yu Mo was stunned for a moment, his expression was a little solemn, he kept staring at Confucius's palm, and his tone was serious: "Senior, you are in the Sin City, you can use... Energy? ”

"Energy?"

Confucius was a little puzzled, stretched out his hand, and a little energy permeated his palm, emitting a faint light.

"Is this what you're talking about?"

"Yes."

"It's just that after coming in, this space is very restrictive, and I can only barely squeeze out some, which is very uncomfortable..."

Confucian muttered, a little dissatisfied.

Yu Mo was a little sluggish for a while.

He said that the so-called only barely squeezed out some of them have at least six senses, or even infinitely close to seven senses.

In Yu Mo's previous speculation, the three jailers in the sin city were also eight senses...

But now...

For a while, Yu Mo's eyes when he looked at Confucius changed slightly.

In other words, it was not the Eight Senses that came by fooling yourself, but... Nine Senses?

Even Yu Mo became a little excited at this time, and his breathing intensified.

The rules of the Sin City, although they can bind the Nine Senses, but... Jiujue can still barely break the shackles.

But where did the City of Sin come from, and why can even Jiujue suppress it...

For a while, Yu Mo fell into deep thought again.

After a long time, Yu Mo raised his head again and looked at Confucius solemnly: "Senior, I want to know, you are in the Sin City, to what extent can you control your energy..."

"Hmm..."

Confucius fell into deep thought, and soon, he looked at the chair in the distance, his eyes lit up, and he beckoned, and the chair floated in mid-air.

"So be it... Probably..."

"I don't quite understand either."

"A lot of things forgot..."

Confucius became distressed again, sat on the ground, covered his head, and was a little painful: "I can't remember, I can't remember everything..."

"Maybe I was originally in the fairy world!"

"Ahh

"Why can't I remember!"

"Hahaha, I was supposed to be an immortal!"

"I know how to spell!"

The Confucian kept babbling in his mouth, and it seemed that his madness had attacked again.

Yu Mo stared for a long time.

"Senior, then you... Can you summon something? ”

He asked cautiously tentatively.

"Summon..."

"Yes, there are nine gems on it, it's beautiful!"

"From that moment on, I felt that there must be another world!"

"Otherwise, why am I so powerful!"

"Yes!"

"That's it!"

"I must be from another world!"

Rusheng's tone became firm again, and he looked at Yu Mo seriously and said, still panting heavily, his eyes were bloodshot.

"Sure enough... Nine Senses..."

"Who the hell is he..."

"The Nine Senses of Amnesia..."

"Does the old man know his identity?"

"Or is he amnesia, too..."

"Sin City, there are actually three hidden..."

At this moment, Yu Mo was a little shocked, sitting in a wheelchair and muttering to himself, his brain was constantly thinking about something.

(The Sin City chapter won't be too long.,But I have to write.,This is a relatively important opportunity in the whole book.,In the next period of time.,I'll speed up the plot appropriately.,The main thing is that I'm already hungry and thirsty with this big knife.,Insomnia last night.,Watching the ghost bad ending.,I'm a little itchy when I see it... ）