For the miserable performance of Zongren, the rest of his life, time has no feelings.

Or in their minds, there is only a distinction between the living and the dead.

At least, Zongren is still alive.

Time asked that mouth, and there was no meaning of overflowing sympathy, just simply asking if it was related to the task.

This kind of tragic situation on the verge of life and death, not to mention how many they have seen, they have experienced it many times, and it is difficult to make their hearts ripple again.

Zongren's vision gradually blurred, looking at the street in the distance, but he was already clenching his teeth and crawling on the ground.

"Quick... It's almost there..."

"You won't... Won't let me die..."

"Now you should be in a corner somewhere, admiring my... I'm in a miserable situation..."

"When your heart's desires are satisfied, just... will save me. ”

"That's... Then I'll show you miserable. ”

The flesh on his legs had been worn in many places, and the nails on his dirt-picking fingers had disappeared.

But Zong Ren was still muttering to himself, even if he was unconscious.

Maybe in the eyes of others, Zong Ren no longer has the value of struggling, but Zong Ren himself knows what his goal is!

It's just that he missed it...

"Time, eldest sister, aunt, ancestor, please look at the remote control!"

Yu Mo was still sitting alone in the backyard, bending down, his face almost sticking to the camera, and his mouth kept muttering.

But...

No matter how he compared, there was no response from the other side of time.

"Your cameras are all installed, can't you get a voice function?"

"Is that the cost so short?"

"It's amazing!"

Yu Mo couldn't help but scold, at this time, the sky had gradually darkened, and if the two of them didn't move again, Zong Ren would really die outside.

There are still several dead jobs waiting for Zongren to do!

If he hangs up now, the gains outweigh the losses!

Cannon fodder is easy to find, has brains, has courage, and is ruthless to oneself cannon fodder, this thing is too rare.

The ghost knows how long Yu Mo has been laying out for such a cannon fodder.

"Senpai!"

"Senior !!"

In the end, Yu Mo shouted helplessly, and under the cold wind, Yu Mo tightened his clothes.

"Huh?"

The figure of Confucian appeared beside Yu Mo almost instantly, and looked at Yu Mo with inquiring eyes.

Yu Mo took a deep breath and smiled: "Senior, there is incense!" ”

"Outside the city, the guy who just got your leg cured, look at bringing people back."

"If you are seriously injured, on the premise that your life is not in danger, you don't need to save it first, just bring it back."

"He is most grateful to you only when he was rescued by you when he was the most desperate, helpless, and painful in his heart."

"At that time, the incense was also the most vigorous."

Yu Mo's tone was very sincere, and he looked at Confucius and said seriously.

Confucian Sheng's eyes were bright and a little excited: "Yes, when you are about to die, you are the most desperate!" ”

"The most desperate, the most helpless..."

Confucian was still muttering in his mouth, and his voice had disappeared in place.

Yu Mo sighed faintly: "Sure enough, my damn wisdom..."

"No, I should have asked him to push me back to the room first."

"Shhhhh

"Why is it so cold at night in Sin City?"

"I didn't even take a blanket, what a sin!"

As he spoke, Yu Mo couldn't help but hug his shoulders, his body trembled, and he no longer had the wise appearance he had just now.

……

As Zong Ren became weaker and weaker, there were already a few people who were the weakest in the outer city, and who were on the verge of starvation almost at any moment, looking at him with green eyes.

It's like a vulture, waiting excitedly.

Waiting for the moment when Zong Ren breathed.

Zongren's arm, which was already broken, no longer had any strength at this time, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment, panting heavily.

And behind him, a scarlet road.

"Why... Why don't you come yet..."

"Is my worth. Running out? ”

"No... No, it won't! ”

"I must have missed it... Somewhere..."

As he lay dying, Zongren lay on the ground, looking at the night sky above his head, muttering to himself.

His expression became more and more trance-like, and his eyes had to be closed several times, but he stubbornly opened them and did not fall asleep.

"Yu Mo!"

"I... I'm not willing... Heart! ”

Zongren's eyes were a little red, and he wanted to yell at the sky, but the words he said were like mosquitoes and flies.

Perhaps, it should all be over.

At the last moment of this passing life, a thin figure appeared in Zongren's mind for some reason.

"Ann..."

His pale lips barely showed a smile, but soon, An An's figure dissipated, replaced by his stubborn gaze: "I... I can't die..."

"I'm going to get stronger, I'm... I'm going to stand here... The top of the world. ”

"It's just the slaughter of two villages... That's it..."

"As long as you get stronger, kill all this... The world again... And how..."

Zongren's eyes burst out with endless vitality again, as if returning to the light, crawling forward again.

Even the flesh has been worn away, revealing stubble.

But he was still trying to crawl as if he was unconscious.

Until...

"Huh?"

"Hey, Yu Mo really didn't lie to me, this person really likes pain and enjoys torture."

Confucius stood in front of Zongren, looking at the wriggling ...'person' at his feet, and couldn't help muttering to himself, looking curious.

He slowly crouched down and watched carefully.

And Zong Ren also raised his head with great difficulty, looked at the figure in front of him with a blurred vision, tried to distinguish the voice, and finally completely unloaded the breath in his heart.

He knows...

He's not going to die.

Zongren fainted heavily on the ground, and his life kept passing.

"Is this on the verge of life and death..."

"It doesn't feel like it's desperate."

Confucius looked at Zong Ren with an annoyed expression, and kept muttering in his mouth.