It is worth mentioning that the old principal of Lingnian still did not find the soul hunter after all, nor did he find the inheritance of Lingnian Academy, and finally chose to guard the dawn pass until he died, which was used to redeem his former willfulness.

And near the Demon Suppression Pass, there were suddenly a few more Qijue masters, who didn't do tasks or speak on weekdays, just stayed alone in the corner, no one knew what they were here for, but when they returned to the Demon Suppression Pass to recuperate, they opened their eyes for the first time, looked at time, and observed her injuries.

If Time is seriously injured, an old man in a white robe will come over with a smile.

"Healing Department, Seven Senses."

"It's free."

"Do you need it?"

Hearing this kind of similar words, the demon hunting teams around them looked at themselves, and then at the time, and suddenly felt that life was actually like this.

Figure what?

What to struggle for...

Time did not resist the potential dividends brought by the rest of his life, but after his injuries healed, he re-entered the demon domain as soon as possible and disappeared.

At first, there were even people who could see time in the Demon Realm, but gradually, they could no longer find the figure of time.

Obviously, the territory of time is getting deeper and deeper.

They didn't envy the privilege of time, after all, in terms of combat performance, time was the undisputed number one in the demon hunting team anyway.

……

The moonlight is fading.

Yu Sheng finally retracted his gaze, simply sorted out the documents on the table, casually collapsed on the sofa next to him, and fell asleep.

In the two months since I took office, it has always been like this.

He didn't even go out very much, and his cultivation and eating were all done in the Ink Pavilion.

It seems that the boy who used to be always moving forward really stopped his steps as he grew older, became peaceful, became indisputable, and gladly accepted the mountain of documents to become a qualified Moge Pavilion master.

As for the rest of his life, how to think about it, no one knows.

In the blink of an eye, five days later.

Yu Sheng took care of the next work in advance, got up slowly, changed his clothes, carried his schoolbag, and left quietly.

Even the newly changed secretary only found out that he didn't know when he left for the rest of his life when he came to clean the room.

It's just that this secretary is more calm and calm than the previous one.

He didn't go to make a big deal about the loss of the pavilion master, nor did he look for it, but silently closed the door of the office, and set up a table at the door, and sat in the doorway.

When someone came to look for Yu Sheng, he casually intercepted the documents.

"The pavilion master is busy, I'll hand it over to him later."

After saying that, the serious future appeals were recorded, sorted out, put aside, and waited for the next person to come to the door.

Perhaps, this is also the reason why Yuan Qingshan chose him.

……

Mobei City.

A young man walked into the city with his backpack on his back, wearing a hat and hanging his head slightly, and disappeared into the sea of people.

In the past two days, Mobei City has been particularly lively.

The focus of the people's discussion was all about the wedding of the city lord.

"The city lord is newly married, he pays for his own expenses, and he has a big flowing water banquet, as long as it is a person from Mobei City, he can go and eat as much as he wants, he treats guests!"

"Our city lord... Reliable! ”

"Is the dish hard?"

"Hard!"

"Still now?"

", what do you mean by asking with a couple of bags."

The rest of his life walked in the city, listening to the sound of Taoist conversations on the side of the road, and gradually drifted away.

He didn't go to Zhao Zicheng for the first time, but returned to his old house, which is Yu Sanshui's home, took out the key, opened the door, walked in, carefully cleaned the dust in the room, and finally sat on the sofa.

In the corner of the coffee table, there are still traces of blood that Li Yihan inadvertently stained, but it has been too long, and this bloodstain has been completely integrated into the wood, and it is difficult to find.

Suddenly, it seemed that Li Yihan was still in this room yesterday, and he swore and shouted, "I am a killer, professional!" But now it is no longer a person, leaving only traces of years looking down.

Yu Sheng sat on the sofa, looked at the newspapers placed in the cabinet, got up, took out the newspapers, and flipped through them casually.

But soon, the speed of reading the newspaper for the rest of his life became slower, and he read more seriously, and even picked up the newspaper he had read before from time to time.

After a long time, Yu Sheng's brows furrowed slightly.

"A third of the newspapers, the job advertising column, the fourth, the contact ... All surnamed Li. ”

"There is also a part of the newspaper, the fourth, the contact is surnamed Sun."

"The remaining small part is surnamed Wang."

The last newspaper, the deadline is the day Yu Sanshui left.

Because of the age of time, these newspapers have long since become old.

"When he was in prison, the newspapers he sent were normal."

"So, there are always his people in Mobei City, are they paying attention to him?"

"Knowing that he was not at home, he gave up the delivery of information."

"But he was taken to the Guards Division, and not many people knew about it."

"The staff of the Sophia Hotel, or the people of the Security Division..."

"Frequent newspaper registration, but also not to be discovered... This advertising agency must also have his people. ”

"These people... Are you still in Mobei City? ”

The rest of his life put the newspaper on the coffee table and fell into deep thought.