During the night, the rest of his life rushed into the demon realm.

Several white apes behind him were chasing wildly. In the grassland, a wild beast appeared without time. He looked at the position of the rest of his life and looked greedy.

Then he joined the encirclement and intercepted army without hesitation.

The rest of my life kept passing by.

Teleport from time to time, avoiding the sight of the demons and hiding their bodies.

But it will be discovered again soon.

A lasting pursuit is taking place.

...

It was getting brighter.

Mocheng has appeared in sight from afar.

More and more people follow behind.

Most of them are silent.

With confusion and confusion, I come to ask for a result.

Those who were gloating and ready to show their strength behind were ready to slap their hands and couldn't help but feel excited.

final...

This stream of people poured into Mocheng.

Compared to the anger and irritability that I heard the news a few days ago, most people have calmed down again.

Just either following the crowd or browsing the Internet, waiting for a final answer.

Let me tell them that the beliefs they have adhered to from birth to generations are correct.

Only a very small number of people became increasingly irritable and angry.

Because they found that doing so would attract other people's attention, like a hero.

Atai lowered his head slightly and walked out of the gate of Mocheng.

Move forward.

A local residents of Mingmo City joined the torrent behind him.

Finally, we arrived at the city center square.

Where he once competed.

The stadium has been demolished.

In the empty square, Atai stood in the center without saying a word.

Sun Wen and others surrounded him.

The crowd kept pouring in.

Waiting quietly.

The gate of Mo Pavilion, which had been closed for five days, finally opened.

The young man was sitting in a wheelchair, pushed by the middle-aged secretary, and headed to the central square.

The ground surging.

A Tai and his men suddenly raised a stone platform under their feet, and they held the few people up and rose about a meter.

It's like the ring match once was.

However, the opponents I have to face this time are far more than before.

The wheelchair came from a distance.

The young man smiled and stopped at the edge of the stone platform.

He hooked his fingers slightly.

A stone pillar appeared under his feet, holding him as well, maintaining the same height as the stone platform.

Turning around the wheelchair, looking at the somewhat confused people, and speaking, "Introduce yourself, the new department of Moge, leader of the Guang Group, Yu Mo."

There is a little noisy below.

There was a lot of discussion.

"Family ancestor, Yu Yongyan."

The young man spoke again.

The huge square suddenly became silent, and everyone's eyes gathered on Yu Mo.

Most people looked solemn and saluted slightly.

What I respect is not the identity of the leader of the Guang Group, but the three words Yu Yongyan.

The expression is not fake.

Those who could not wait to judge Atai in the distance could only follow and do some perfunctory actions when they saw this scene.

"I have seen the recent discussions about Atai on the Internet."

"I will preside over this matter."

"How about both parties telling the truth?"

Yu Mo's tone was gentle, and his voice spread throughout the square with the blessing of energy.

Everyone nodded.

"We believe in Mr. Yu's descendants!"

Just one sentence, but it is very important.

"Thank you for your trust."

"This time, the whole process will be broadcast live."

"Atai, do you have any problems?"

Yu Mo looked at Atai's location and asked in a warm voice.

Atai lowered his head and shook his head gently.

Several staff members wearing Moge costumes walked into the square carrying cameras and chose a good location.

"Before this, I had a question that was curious."

"Atai, why did you come to Mocheng?"

"Of course, whether it is true or false, please tell it yourself."

Yu Mo looked at Atae and asked.

Atai was silent for a moment, looked at Sun Wen, Mu Yu and others, his voice a little hoarse: "I read the post, I don't want to implicate them, nor do I want Moge to make things difficult for me..."

"Then the most people in Mocheng, I came..."

"Everyone should know that you die here..."

As Artai's voice fell.

A sneer came from a distance from the field, and a young man looked at Atai with contempt: "Didn't you expect that the demon clan is so hypocritical?"

When the young man noticed that everyone looked at him, he was proud.

Yu Mo looked silently, his eyes calm: "Now, it's not yet the debate."

"you!"

The young man was scolded and his face turned a little red. He finally swallowed his unfinished words back.

"There is always a vote for debate."

"I'm now posting an online vote, and everyone can also participate with their mobile phones."

"The options are..."

"Atai deserves to die, Artai should not die, and... abstain."

"This voting is made without any name."

"It's not the final basis, either."

"Just sort out the data first."

With Yu Mo's voice, a voting form appeared on the big screen in the central square.

After dozens of seconds, the data began to rise continuously.

Countdown, five minutes.

Time passed minute by minute, and the square fell into silence.
To be continued...