"A week?"

"Can."

"But if you can't do it, you'll die..."

The Confucian scholar stared at Yu Mo's eyes, and after a long time, he laughed again, slowly took two steps back, fell on the pile of dry bones, and sang that strange song in his mouth again.

"Goodbye, senior."

Yu Mo bent down slightly at the Confucian scholar and swept his fingers past the camera under the armrest.

Soon, the wheelchair turned around and left the woods.

"The direction of this remote control should be more accurate."

"It's a pity that it's too troublesome to hold it when fighting."

Time took off the battery on the remote control, put the remote control back into his pocket, took out the simple version again, held it in his palm, and pushed Yu Mo who had returned to them and walked towards the inner city.

"Wait and go back."

"Let me slow down."

Yu Mo suddenly spoke.

Time stopped silently.

Yu Mo leaned on the wheelchair, gasping heavily, and his expression was not as calm as before.

Obviously, the pressure from the Confucian scholar just now was still very high.

"For the rest of my life, I have a guess, listen."

After a long time, Yu Mo, who had returned to peace, turned his head and looked at Yu Sheng who was beside him, re-articulated the questions raised by the Confucian scholar, with expectations in his eyes.

After all, Confucian scholars are not normal people, and the brain circuits of the rest of their lives are not normal.

Maybe...only madmen can understand madmen.

Yu Sheng looked at Yu Mo with a little confused: "Why should I consider this boring question?"

"At least we are alive now, and we are very satisfied."

There was almost no hesitation, Yu Sheng subconsciously spoke and said seriously.

Shi Guang nodded in agreement.

Looking at the same expressions of the two, Yu Mo smiled a little hoarsely.

indeed……

Perhaps for them, the problem is just boredom.

No matter what the world is, or whether there are other problems behind it, at least at this moment, I am me, which is enough.

All thinking is just a worry.

Looking at Yu Sheng again, Yu Mo's eyes were already filled with envy.

Perhaps, the two of them are alive.

And they are just alive.

Same word, but disagree.

"At least now, in this Sin City, I am me... I am Yu Mo."

Yu Mo sat in a wheelchair, raised his head, muttered to himself as he looked at the dim sky, and the smile on his face became sincere, a little sunny, unlike the unchanging gentleness and sophistication that was before.

"Set off!"

"Go home!"

"Stay today and do nothing!"

"I want to sleep...woo!"

Yu Mo took a deep breath and shouted at the sky.

But the next second, Yu Sheng covered his mouth.

"City of Sin cannot shout."

"This is the rule left by the extrajudicial madman."

The voice of the Yu Sheng was calm and he spoke lightly.

Yu Mo's body was stiff and his heart was stuck in his throat, unable to shout out or swallow it back.

It was extremely painful for a moment.

The name of the extrajudicial madman once again entered the heart and was remembered by Yu Mo, and he still drew an exclamation mark.

Obviously, even he himself didn't know that he once again attracted hatred for no reason.

When the three of them left the inner city, the atmosphere was serious.

But the way back became easier.

Of course, the main reason for this is Yu Mo. The smile on his face has become much more frequent. He just sits in a wheelchair leisurely and enjoys the scenery along the way.

The most obvious thing is that Yu Mo asked questions more frequently, and he even wanted to be amazed when he saw a wild flower on the side of the road.

"Hey, are there any flowers in Sin City?"

"The city of Sin only has little food, but it is still knowledgeable." Yu Sheng answered Yu Mo's question seriously.

Yu Mo asked at least dozens of questions along the way, but Yu Sheng replied dozens of them seriously.

Until they return to the inner city gate again...

The blind old man appeared at some point, still sitting in his previous position, his eyes closed and holding a crutch.

The smile on Yu Mo's face gradually faded away.

The rest of my life thought seriously for a moment and looked at time.

Shi Guang nodded gently and turned around and left.

About ten minutes later, when he appeared at the gate of the inner city, he had already taken the food for a few more days in his hand and distributed the food for three days in front of the old man.

"I'm exempted this time."

The old man spoke slowly, and the hoarse voice echoed in the air with a slight harsh sound.

"The rules cannot be broken."

The Yu Sheng was not happy, but still looked at the old man seriously and said.

The old man chuckled and looked at Yu Sheng's position: "That's right, when the rules can be broken at will, it is often accompanied by destruction and eventually new rules will be born."

"Did you say...right?"

The old man seemed to say this to Yu Sheng, but at the end, he turned his head and looked towards Yu Mo's direction, with a deep voice.

Yu Mo shook his head slightly: "Not broken or established."

"Sometimes, only destruction will accompany rebirth."

"Viral development often only makes things worse."

"The effect of cutting the mess with a quick knife is better."

Yu Mo's eyes were full of firmness and no sign of wavering.

Obviously, he knew what to do on his way and was determined to do so.

The old man did not continue to speak, but fell silent.

Yu Mo didn't leave, just sat in a wheelchair, looking at the blind old man.

Time keeps passing.

It seemed a little quiet outside the inner city gate for a moment.

A figure in the distance who had been wandering for unknown periods of time came tentatively, with two sweet potatoes in his hand, carefully placed them in front of the old man.

"Can I go into the city?"

His voice was a little restrained. Obviously, in order to wait for the old man to appear and choose a suitable opportunity, he didn't know how long he had waited.

Now that I have the rest of my life, time is there. From a distance, the old man's chat seems to be good, so he plucked up the courage to come over.

After all, those who are recognized by the elderly always have a higher survival rate after entering the Sin City.

This is also the only test standard for some people who are not confident but want to enter the inner city.

Faced with this man's inquiry, the old man said nothing, just gently rubbed his crutch with his fingers.

A little sweat came out of the man's forehead, and he swallowed hard, slowly took two steps back, standing in a convenient position to run away, and at the same time, Shi Guang squeezed out a pleasing smile for the rest of his life.

Finally, the old man sighed and shook his head slightly.

Before the old man could speak, the man seemed to have understood something, turned around and left decisively, and his steps were extremely fast, but in just a few seconds, he had disappeared from the distance.

Only a hurried back was left, looking a little lonely, and it seemed like a life after a nervous breakup.

"He seems to be qualified to enter the city of sin?"
Chapter completed!