"Legend has it that the souls of those who died in the Gate of Time and Space could not rest in peace, and they were tainted with sins, and they could not find their way home. ”

Even in the other world, Yun Mo still maintains the habit of reading and learning. Different words and different thinking also inspired Yun Mo.

Between the bookshelves, Yun Mo flipped through the yellowed "Strange Tales from a Small Town", and couldn't help but feel a little in a trance, in this city, Yun Mo had completely adapted to the life of ordinary people in addition to his usual thinking about magic.

This handed down book describes all kinds of things that sound incredible, but the logic contained in it is reasonable, such as the sentence Yun Mo is figuring out: "Stained with sin, the lonely soul and wild ghost can't find a way home." "Absurd and uninhibited at the same time, isn't it the same scene as Yun Mo?

Came to another world alone, a distant time and space that even the causal line could not cross, cutting off all the familiarity and thoughts of that world in Yun Mo's heart.

Yun Mo probably understood that it would be very painful for that person to leave such words. That lonely former person may have come to the other world for some reason like him, and the reality in front of him probably made him feel hopeless. Leaving home alone to fight against fate in a strange land, a group of immortals lurking in a game of lurking between hunters......

Spend the second half of your life as calmly as a mortal, and always be wary of being targeted by other hunters, those who have come before will definitely feel that the world is strange, the starry sky is no more, and they will lose the desire to live.

The book also recorded some strange anecdotes of this world, such as the appearance of a huge canyon in the plains overnight, and the blood-colored rain that fell for several days and nights, and the huge corpses that flew out of the sky and finally turned into mountain peaks, etc., Yun Mo knew that maybe it was not false, but the last struggle of the gods who had been discovered by something.

Even such a powerful god was powerless to change his fate, let alone Yun Mo, who was just starting out on this road.

Time passed so quickly, and Yun Mojiang, who learned that it was difficult to change his fate, lived a monotonous life every day.

There is a power in his heart, just cultivating and thinking, and the life in front of him is like a passing cloud, which does not make him pay too much attention.

Unconsciously, Yun Mo had been here for two years, and now he was eighteen years old.

In the past two years, in addition to dealing with all kinds of vendors every day, in addition to buying vegetables and cooking every day, more and more people also know that there is a lonely child from the west living in the small temple in the east of the city, and occasionally some kind-hearted businessmen will give their unsold vegetables to Yun Mo, Yun Mo will always thank and accept, and the small help he can will always be very warm, and Yun Mo will often help the vegetable farmers to do some farm work as a return gift.

These days, Yun Mo has read almost all the books in the city, and this is still a high-quality reading under Yun Mo's frequent repeated pondering, which is really a period of time that makes Yun Mo feel very fulfilled every day.

In addition to studying, he will also chat with the local old people about some interesting stories, occasionally give himself a holiday, and often go to the local famous restaurant to learn to cook, after really integrating, Yun Mo found that the new environment here did not make him feel uncomfortable, but because he made more friends and was good at cooking, his social status seemed to be faintly improved in the friendship with those noble chefs, and he was no longer regarded as a refugee.

At first, Yun Mo thought that his cooking skills were already very good, but after seeing the strengths of others, he found that there were still many shortcomings, and after that, Yun Mo was no longer proud, and completely let go of his inner mustard, and simply regarded himself as an eighteen-year-old boy.

In addition to helping the chefs in various restaurants, he also exchanges cooking tips with their chefs. The collision of different ways of thinking has also led to the improvement of each other's culinary skills. In this way, Yun Mo's skills were recognized, and he also got a good job in the largest restaurant in the city, and was appointed as the head chef, and only had to cook twice a week, and the rest was more casual.

In this way, early one morning, Yun Mo received an official resident token from the soldiers, and this small temple seemed to be the residence of Yun Mo by default by the owner of the city. This token is different from the wooden plaque of the refugees. Yun Mo also learned that it seemed not easy to become an officially recognized aboriginal in this city, and Yun Mo deduced from the records in the book that there were many gods who did not officially settle in the city and were eventually expelled into the wasteland to reveal their identities, resulting in death.

And the official residents like Yun Mo are only half of the city, because they are the real protected people, and when trouble comes, there is an essential difference between them and unrecognized refugees.

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Yun Mo often went to buy food to eat at home at first, and then he simply planted some vegetables outside his small temple, of course, these are not enough for Yun Mo to eat, the main food still has to rely on the werewolf to bring a group of people to send him some food, and then Yun Mo gathered into a big pot, and a group of people gathered together to eat and drink.

After getting along with them for a long time, Yun Mo gradually discovered that they were not bad to the bone, but they were forced by the pressure from all walks of life and the unhappiness of their lives, so that they could no longer tolerate the lives of ordinary civilians. Of course, most of them are refugees from outside. Refugees are a class that is not protected by the military, and is even oppressed by the government, and the fact that they are gathered together and managed in a centralized and rough manner makes it unbearable for many to choose to leave.

But no matter how bad this group of gangsters is outside, Yun Mo treats them equally, in short, they are all in charge of eating, and any interesting stories and ideas are also discussed together. There are a lot of strange beasts roaming outside the city, and it is reasonable and legal to hunt them here, even if they are all wiped out, no one will sympathize, after all, it is humans who will be slaughtered when the beast tide comes.

Those who have lost loved ones to the invasion of Warcraft have formed alliances to become hunters, often with cruelty to beasts.

Yun Mo didn't know if it was right to slaughter the alien beasts wandering outside the city, even if his relatives died in the invasion of the demonic beasts, Yun Mo felt that this kind of hatred seemed to be impossible to transfer at will.

"What is right is right, what is wrong is wrong, how can you blame those innocent animals?"

Therefore, Yun Mo and the others never bought the alien beasts in the hands of Orion, after all, although the meat of the alien beasts was good, they might already have some spirituality when they cultivated as alien beasts, how could they kill them regardless of whether they were good or bad?

Of course, after all, the person Yun Mo likes is also a strange beast.

From time to time, Yun Mo would take them quietly into the wasteland outside the city to hunt demonic beasts, and the sandstorm area east of the city was called the Death Plains, which was full of all kinds of bloodthirsty beasts, and they really didn't have a pity to die.

Of course, out of hatred for the demons, the price of the demonic beasts is much more expensive, and in the past two years, there has been no movement from the demons, so Yun Mo only hunts some weak demonic beasts on the periphery.

From a certain point of view, these two years were the real tempering for Yun Mo, because the previous promotion was too fast, and this speed made it difficult for him to achieve true heights, and even too fast cultivation speed would make him gradually lose himself.

Thinking can't keep up with the realm, and such an improvement is low-quality. After all, the foundation is not firm, the ground is shaking, and the previous state still has a lot of moisture compared to the same level.

And the two years of life in the market have also made Yun Mo's mood gradually stable, perhaps because his soul has gradually kept up with the pace of reality, and many problems that he couldn't figure out before are gradually no longer problems, whether it is in interpersonal communication or the use of magic.

After all, Yun Mo was just a child before, and his inner age was improved even if he read books, and probably only earthly experience could make a child take charge of himself as soon as possible.

Tonight's night is very beautiful, Yun Mo sat on the roof alone, thinking of the ordinary and interesting experience of the past two years, he couldn't help but eat and laugh alone, what he remembered was that one day he went to cut his hair, and a young man actually deceived himself as a fool because he didn't like words, and in the end, under Yun Mo's shyness, that person lost a lot of money.

Although money is something outside the body, Yun Mo doesn't care too much about the gains and losses here, but after all, no one is happy to be treated as a fool. Even if Yun Mo has his own way of life and will not be dragged down by money like mortals, it is really happy to let people who cheat money suffer losses in money, so why not do it.

Another time, Yun Mo also encountered the injustice in his eyes. The matter is probably that the city occupies a few houses as warehouses, and in a corner of the city, there are several families of refugees who are designated to take out their houses for confiscation, and every house built by the refugees is extremely difficult, of course such a thing is unbearable, so they clashed with the guards, and finally even started, and finally only heard that all the houses in that area were occupied, and those refugees were hanged in the city market, such a thing is not uncommon in the city, Yun Mo did not intervene, because the world has always been so accustomed to it, even those refugees who are victims do not feel that there is anything wrong with this kind of thing。

Yun Mo was silent, there is no right or wrong in such a world, even if he helps, I am afraid that he will only end up infamy, so why bother to wade into this troubled water?

"Their hearts are sick, and this disease is probably not something I can help. ”

Of course, Yun Mo can't do big things, but this doesn't mean that the scale in his heart has disappeared, whenever he senses that someone is doing evil, Yun Mo will still help in secret. Maybe this is against the rules of the jungle hunter's game, but Yun Mo feels that this is not the recklessness of being young and careless, but if a person doesn't even have this bit of energy in his heart, and is used to being indifferent, he is afraid that his heart has already rotted, how can he win the battle of fate. As for that kind of Yun Mo, even if he defeats fate, he won't be able to pass his own level.

"If success is to become what I hate the most, then what good do I want it to be?"

The moonlight on the roof in the middle of the night was beautiful, hitting Yun Mo's face, and his smiling expression suddenly froze a little.

"Sure enough, those things in the shadows will not be able to sit still again on a full moon night......

The light and shadow in the moonlight flashed, and the boy disappeared in place, and this was the first time in two years that he shot with all his strength.

"It's good to kill with one hit!" Ignoring the rules of the hunter game, for Yun Mo, even if he took risks, he couldn't let evil things do it.

The boy turned into a white shadow and instantly appeared in the distance.

The corners of his mouth went up, there were actually many such dark corners in a small town where the security was not very good, but when he saw it, of course he would not sit idly by, and doing the right thing for the weak would indeed make him feel happy from the bottom of his heart.

That's who you are.