"He said, eight o'clock tonight, waiting for you."

Zongren pressed crutches to prevent himself from falling, and looked at Yu Mo expressionlessly and said.

"Eight o'clock..."

Yu Mo looked at the time, there were only about two hours left until eight o'clock.

He raised his head again, his eyes staring at Zong Ren tightly, as if he wanted to see through something: "You say... Why didn't he kill you, but let you back? ”

"Do you suspect that I set a trap with him?"

"For me, there is no interest."

Zong Ren shook his head slightly: "Compared to his words, cooperating with you, you have a better chance of surviving." ”

"What words!"

"What is a chance to survive!"

"I'm going to put you in the position of the head of the Light Group in the future!"

"If you die, I'll be very sad."

Yu Mo's expression was a little exaggerated, and he glared at Zong Ren and said.

It's just that compared to the previous times, Yu Mo's tone this time is not so sincere.

The performance is missing a bit of soul.

Zong Ren stared at Yu Mo for a long time, and finally shook his head slightly: "So, the value of my interests is not much?" ”

"Indeed..."

"But if you can find a way to survive in the next few missions, you can also try."

"I think there's still a chance."

Seeing that Zong Ren directly exposed his lies, Yu Mo's expression remained unchanged, he was not embarrassed at all, and he no longer mentioned the matter of the person in charge of the light group, but kindly analyzed it for Zong Ren.

"There's still a chance of survival."

"I won't put you in a mortal situation."

"If you have to die..."

"You're not going to work for me anymore."

"What's more, just now, someone said that you have the aura of the protagonist and can't die."

Yu Mo said with a chuckle, and then looked out of the door, in the dark night, there was no longer the figure of the rest of his life, and Confucius was still sitting at the door sluggishly, raising his head and looking at the sky.

It's cloudy, there are no stars, and even the moon is just looming.

But Confucian scholars looked very seriously, and their eyes were full of obsession.

It's like...

That was the most beautiful scene in his eyes.

"Hmm."

"I see."

Zongren nodded slightly, and laboriously walked to the corner to find a chair to sit on.

"Well, before I go, you eat this."

Looking at Zongren, who was sitting on the chair without any change in expression and was very quiet, Yu Mo thought about it seriously, rummaged in his pocket for a long time, and finally found a pitch-black pill and threw it at Zongren.

Zongren subconsciously took it, didn't ask childishly what it was, just silently held it in his mouth and swallowed it in front of Yu Mo.

"Wow..."

"You're in too much of a hurry!"

"I'm not done yet!"

"This thing will be poisonous in three hours, and the effect is very fast!"

"I'm not going out until two hours later..."

"You're not going to die at home without waiting for me to come back, are you?"

"Young man, don't be too impulsive!"

Yu Mo looked like he hated iron and steel, and glared at Zong Ren angrily.

Zongren's raised hand stiffened slightly, feeling the medicine that had already been swallowed by him...

"But you're not going to let me die like that."

After speaking, Zongren was in no mood to speak again, so he leaned his body against the wall, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

"Uninteresting people."

"There's no sense of joking."

Yu Mo muttered twice, and finally withdrew his gaze, pushed the wheelchair to Confucius's side, and looked up at the night sky with him.

Although he couldn't see anything, Yu Mo was just as obsessed.

That look is exactly the same as that of Confucianism.

The two of them just looked at the sky and didn't speak for a long time.

Time goes by...

"It's beautiful..."

Confucian muttered to himself, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of yearning.

Yu Mo nodded lightly, slowly closed his eyes, and took a deep breath: "It's beautiful." ”

After speaking, Yu Mo opened his eyes again.

"Freedom, darkness..."

"Uninhibited."

"At this moment, I am who I am."

"It's really good."

Yu Mo smiled at the corner of his mouth, as if he was explaining to Confucianism, and as if he was asking and answering himself.

In the streets of the city of sin, the two of them were quiet again.

"Senior, let's go."

Yu Mo glanced at the time, turned his head to look at Confucius and said.

Confucius was a little confused: "Where to go?" ”

"Find a stupid big one."

"He's in this city, and he's a man who needs to be redeemed."

"And with his strength, redeem him, there should be more incense!"

Yu Mo answered patiently.

Confucius was thoughtful, his eyes full of anticipation, but he soon became annoyed and scratched his hair: "But... I can't beat him..."

"Huh?"

"He's better than you... A lot? ”

Yu Mo's body stiffened for a moment, obviously, he was completely unprepared for what Confucius said.

Everyone is Jiujue, and most of the energy in the Sin City has been sealed...

Why can't you beat it?

"My strength comes from here..."

Confucius pointed to his brain, and his tone was also a little dazed: "I can't explain it clearly, but in my memory, power comes from the brain. ”

"That old man's strength comes from the heart."

"He didn't say it, but I could feel it."

Confucian Sheng's tone gradually became serious: "And that stupid big man, his strength comes from... Body, muscles..."

"If I didn't have that sense of restraint, I'm not afraid of him."

"But now..."

"He's very resistant to beatings, and he has a lot of strength."

"I'm afraid of being beaten to death by him..."

Confucian was very honest about his fear of death, and refused the request to go with Yu Mo.

"Well, I still have to absorb the incense and go back to that world, I can't die."

In the end, Confucian Sheng added another sentence because he was afraid of death, proving that he was not really afraid of death.