"But how can we tear a hole in the plan you created?"

Yu Mo fell into deep thought.

"In economic war, the human race will not gain the upper hand..."

"Revealing your loan shark scam will have no credibility for the demon clan. The words of the human clan have no credibility."

"or..."

"The human race also lends money, and it is an interest-free loan... But if the human race really does this, the old white ape will laugh in his dreams. This is equivalent to a windfall from the sky, taking the human race's money, and then defaulting on the loan..."

"Using the black market... No, the black market has just established a foothold in the Demon Realm, and the existence of the black market itself must maintain absolute neutrality. This is the result of the tacit agreement between me and the old white ape."

One plan after another emerged in Yu Mo's mind, but one after another he erased it.

"Sure enough, after Old White Ape became the master of the Demon Realm, this Demon Realm... instantly became difficult to deal with. It's really a headache."

Yu Mo sighed softly and shook his head slightly: "But in the Demon Realm, you are the only one after all..."

"When those monsters over-consume and enjoy the huge resources, if they find that as long as they become old people, they don't have to pay back the money... or even kill the creditors, and they don't even have to be old people..."

"The economic system of the Demon Realm will completely collapse and fall into chaos for a time."

"But it is impossible for the old white ape not to have thought of this. Before this sign arises, he will definitely contain it, and I want to take the opportunity to fan the flames."

"Tsk tsk..."

"Is this your first piece on the chessboard?"

"To invite me into the game?"

Yu Mo smiled and shook his head, casually put this information aside, got busy with other things, and no longer paid attention to it, as if he had completely forgotten this matter.

After handling the documents in the office, Yu Mo turned around and left in a hurry. He didn't even take Chu Huai with him. Instead, he pushed the wheelchair by himself. It was quite mysterious. He didn't know what happened.

It wasn't until late at night that Yu Mo returned to the light group again, feeling a little tired. He sat in his office and looked at the moonlight outside the window, feeling lost in thought.

The next day.

Soldiers wearing reserve uniforms poured into Mocheng one after another, lined up and stood outside the gate of Guangzhu.

Their expressions were solemn, their bodies upright, and they were meticulous.

Even at noon, with the scorching sun hanging in the sky, they did not waver.

Until the sunset gradually set, and for the rest of my life, one person slowly appeared from the street in the distance, carrying a huge backpack, and finally joined the crowd, standing in the corner, motionless.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

The door of the light group opened on time.

Yu Mo pushed the wheelchair and slowly walked out of the light group's gate. Looking at the soldiers lined up outside the door, he said softly: "The target this time is Huangquan Cemetery. The mission is to bring back as many demonic plants as possible."

"More details must have been given to you by your respective commanders before you set off."

"I won't go into details here."

"Set off!"

Yu Mo didn't say any impassioned words, nor did he give them any chicken soup for their souls, saying that if you come back alive, you are all heroes of the human race.

For him, these words have no meaning.

And if the person who said these words was Yu Mo, it would only make those soldiers confused and confused.

On the contrary, Yu Mo smiled fiercely and said: "You'd better die there." They would feel it was very natural. ωωw.

A truck drove from a distance and stopped outside the door of the light group.

The soldiers jumped up, and they fell on the truck, looking for their own position, closed their eyes and kept their eyes.

For the rest of my life, time also found a truck with a vacant seat, sitting in the corner, silent.

What makes them happy is that everyone else in the truck does not mean to chat. All of these soldiers are the elite of reserve. They all know how to adjust their state before life and death.

If you can't prevent it, you can't respond, leading to death.

This quiet atmosphere has continued.

Until late at night, the next morning the next day.

The tank that was driving quickly finally saw the outline of the Ghost Gate, and finally arrived outside the Ghost Gate at noon.

The soldiers got out of the car in an orderly manner, and once again formed the team.

"Have a meal..."

A gloomy sound suddenly sounded in the air, the sound was cold, and it was a bit hoarse.

As the sound fell, a person with a pale place, even without any expression, walked from a distance with meals.

Ghost Gate, even noon, almost no sunlight.

A dim environment, such a group of people.

If it weren't for them to wear reserve costumes, they might be doubted ... Did they enter the ghost world by mistake?

"eat."

A pale middle -aged meal, standing in front of the rest of his life, handed him the box lunch, and said coldly.

I took the box lunch for the rest of my life.

Cool.

It's even a bit ice.

The middle age did not have any extra exchanges with the rest of my life, but just turned silently, left, and continued to work.
Chapter completed!