"This situation... Kill or not..."

Time stood on the roof, looking at Zongren in the distance, muttering to himself.

According to Yu Mo, if Zong Ren hesitates, kill him.

But the current situation is...

Zongren did not hesitate, and was even very decisive.

Standing at the edge of the outer city, there was a knock on the door of the only room.

But after knocking for three minutes, the door didn't open.

And Zongren still unswervingly leaned on crutches and knocked seriously.

It seems like...

Yu Mo didn't say how to solve this situation.

"Hmm..."

Yu Sheng groaned for a few seconds, fumbling for a crossbow in his backpack and pulling the trigger at the window of the room.

The bolt slammed through the window and into the room.

At this time, Zongren knocked on the door very gently again.

"That should be fine."

Yu Sheng watched this scene, muttered to himself, whispered, and then continued to watch quietly.

Sure enough, when the crossbow bolts were fired, the scene was indeed different.

Zong Ren was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously turned his head and looked into the distance behind him, his face was dark, he was on crutches, limping, and he wanted to leave stubbornly.

But at this point, the door to the room opened.

An ape-like giant with a beard on his face and hair almost dragging to the ground stood in the doorway.

With an indifferent gaze in the cold, it just fell on Zong Ren.

Although there was no murderous aura, for some reason, the air around him seemed to freeze.

Zong Ren was cold, and his blood flow rate dropped instantly.

Just by looking at the eyes of the strong man, I felt that a picture of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood couldn't help but appear in my mind.

"You... Hello..."

Zongren took a deep breath, and the crazy desire to survive made him forcibly keep his sanity at this moment, and looked at the strong man as calmly as possible and said.

And then...

The strong man grabbed him by the collar and carried him to the room like a chicken, closing the door by the way.

Only the old man's crutch was still left alone at the door of the house.

"Will he die..."

Time stared at this scene, slightly dazed, turned his head to look at Yu Sheng and asked.

"Our task is to get him into the room."

"It's not about keeping him safe."

"Compliant."

The rest of his life looked more dazed than time, and responded seriously.

Time nodded subconsciously: "Makes sense." ”

The two of them ended the topic decisively, silently staring at the room that did not make a single movement.

"Do we still need to stay like this?"

Time suddenly spoke.

Yu Sheng muttered for a few seconds: "Wait a minute, we can leave if we haven't come out for two hours." ”

"Hmm."

Time nodded.

The topic is over again.

As for what was happening in the room at this time, the two were not clear and interested.

Everything that has nothing to do with the task, for them ...

None of them have much effect.

……

Cangcheng.

Reserve Family Building, Unit 3, Building 3, Room 201.

This room is not a big size.

About 90 square meters.

A family of three.

It looks like a middle-aged woman in her forties is cleaning in the living room.

There was also a girl who looked seventeen or eighteen, with short and refined hair, and was doing physical training at the sandbags placed in her room.

As for the master bedroom...

A man with gray hair collapsed on the bed, motionless, his eyes closed.

If it weren't for the sound of breathing, it would even make people think that he was dead.

And the mother and daughter are not surprised by this scene.

It wasn't until the room was cleaned that the woman took a clean towel and walked to the master bedroom to skillfully wipe the man's body.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Nian'an, open the door."

The woman shouted in the bedroom.

The girl took off her gloves, gasped slightly, put on her coat, and opened the door.

"Yuan... Grandpa Yuan? ”

The girl looked at the kind old man standing at the door, was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously shouted.

"Xiao Nian'an blinked, have you grown so big?"

"I remember the last time I saw you, it seems like you were just in junior high school."

Yuan Qingshan looked at the girl, sighed with some emotion, and said with a sigh, just carrying a box and walking in.

Looking at the box in Yuan Qingshan's hand, the girl seemed to have reacted to something, but instead of that happy mood, she frowned slightly: "My dad is going to be seriously injured again?" ”

The atmosphere became awkward in an instant.

Yuan Qingshan could no longer maintain his image as a kind elder, and coughed lightly a few times to ease the atmosphere: "I can't say that, what if Xiao Kong is not injured this time..."

"Do you think it's possible?"

"Just my dad's attribute..."

The girl said quietly.

Looking at the girl's slightly resentful expression, Yuan Qingshan didn't know how to speak for a while.

I want to refute it, but when I think about it, it does seem to make sense.

"Old Yuan, you come..."

The woman happened to walk out of the room at this time, and when she saw Yuan Qingshan, she was a little surprised at first, and then she saw the obviously valuable box in his hand, and she was a little silent for a while.

"Looks like you get it..."

"Actually, I don't want to come either, let me do this job every time."

"It's been a long time, and it's too special..."

Yuan Qingshan couldn't help but scold himself, but he still put the box on the coffee table: "But there's no way, those old things, all of them are very oily, just me, an honest person." ”

"Anyway, at least you can talk."

"It's better than the other way around."

As he spoke, Yuan Qingshan slowly opened the box.

A strong energy filled the entire room, and the box was full of valuable demon plants, and there was even an eighth-level demon core!

It's just that this demon core doesn't have the bloodline of a divine beast.

The woman's expression was a little complicated, and she didn't respond immediately, but just sat opposite Yuan Qingshan.

The girl stood behind her mother, equally silent.

Time keeps ticking.

Yuan Qingshan didn't know what to say.

"Can it be cured..."

The woman finally spoke, she raised her head and looked at Yuan Qingshan with a little pleading in her eyes.