"Continue to drink!"

"Brother, drink!"

Sun Wen turned over, his hands still wiggling in the air.

Li Zi took this opportunity to pull Sun Wen's coat off, hang it on the wall, and exit the room.

After a while, a snoring sounded in Sun Wen's room.

It was in the room upstairs of Sun Wen.

The middle-aged man who was already drunk looked very awake at this time. He sat next to the computer and looked at Sun Wen, who was already asleep in the surveillance screen, thoughtfully.

"Brother, is there anything wrong?"

The young man looked at the screen with confusion and asked subconsciously: "It looks quite ordinary, just a second-generation official who comes to gilt!"

"I gave birth to a good fetus at the right time!"

"If such a person does not have a family today, nothing is wrong."

"Take a babysitter when you go out!"

His tone was full of disdain, but he always felt a little sour.

"Look at it again."

"A person who can create a Jinyuanbao Group and be admitted to the Ink Academy should not be so ordinary."

"Is it really up to his grandfather?"

The middle-aged man had a suspicious look in his eyes, rubbing his chin gently, murmuring, completely ignoring the unnutritional words of his own brother.

"In the past few days, arrange some clever ones and follow them."

"Don't let them out of sight."

"Also, has the person who wrote the report found?"

The young man shook his head: "Not yet."

"Continue looking!"

"Nothing can be done well in this little thing."

The middle-aged tone suddenly became stern and he said sternly.

The young man stood up silently and shrugged his shoulders: "I understand."

"Sun Wen..."

"Light group..."

Middle-aged man still looked at the pictures on the screen and muttered to himself.

And a similar scene, all the students of the Mo Academy are experiencing it.

But everyone's approach is different.

For example, Mu Yu just carried the tombstone up.

He pulled the person out directly, tied him to the tombstone, and hung it on the gate of the Moge branch.

I hung it for a day, and there was a sign next to me, which read: "Welcome to report his evidence of guilt."

The whole city was sensational and the effect was remarkable.

When the next day, people tried to report it one after another.

But it has a great impact.

As his partner, Wang Youcai frowned and kept writing something on the paper.

Obviously, this most brutal method is incompatible with Wang Youcai's thinking pattern.

...

"Let's go."

On the wheelchair, Yu Mo carefully sorted out his clothes, breathed lightly, and spoke slowly.

"Um."

For the rest of my life, time nodded.

The two of them pushed the wheelchairs and slowly walked out of the inner city from the sight of the crowd.

However, in addition to indifference, these people's eyes are also a little more eager to move.

It was like... I saw a piece of fat meat.

It seemed as if I heard some news.

But for the rest of my life, the high pressure of time finally chose to endure.

I just don’t know how long this kind of patient emotion will be buried.

Outside the inner city gate.

The blind old man was not here today and seemed very quiet.

In the corner, several figures with evil spirits lingered near the door, staring at the inner city, with a hint of yearning in their eyes.

But they still didn't have the courage to take this step.

For the rest of my life, time did not continue to move forward, but turned over and jumped to a tree, standing on the top of the tree to ensure the vastness of the vision.

Time changed to a remote control with more complex functions, using both hands to operate, similar to a drone.

There is also a screen on the remote control, which allows you to see the scene near the wheelchair.

She just controlled the remote control and let the wheelchair walk into the woods.

As for the two of them, they had no idea of ​​going in at all.

This forest is very strange. There are some figures wandering outside the woods, but no one stepped into the woods.

It's like a penalty area.

Yu Mo sat in a wheelchair with a calm expression, just watching himself slowly walking towards the depths of the woods.

The figures in the distance saw this scene slightly changing their expressions, and subconsciously glanced at the two people at the height, a little puzzled.

According to the information circulated, isn’t this person their employer?

Is this a breakdown in the price negotiation?

Send someone to death?

Including a figure following the inner city, after seeing this scene, he turned around decisively and returned to the inner city.

The periphery of this forest is very quiet, with only the rustling sound of a wheelchair crushing on the leaves.

But as we continue to deepen, we can vaguely hear the singing.

However, the tone of this song is very strange, not like mainstream music from the outside world, but more like recitation.

Anyway, it sounds inappropriate, and there are some crazy things mixed in it.

"Difficult, difficult, difficult!"

"The blue sky is hard to climb, and the blue spring falls in the underworld!"

Finally, the voice gradually became clearer. Yu Mo was sitting in a wheelchair and frowned slightly, constantly analyzing the words in it.

But there is no rule.

These words are messy and cannot be analyzed in it.

It was vaguely seen that a figure could already be seen leaning halfway on a branch in the distance, wearing Confucian clothes.

But the clothes have become very worn, dirty, and even a little ragged.

His hair was very long and scattered, covering half of his face, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

One of the eyes that was faintly exposed was a little hazy, and even Yu Mo, who had already reached the tree, seemed to have not seen it at all, still singing his strange lines.

"I want to ride the wind, it's a pity!"

"Hahahahaha!"

With the end of this song, the Confucian scholar laughed madly and eventually became a little lonely again.

It seems like crying, or laughing.

The whole person looks extremely abnormal.

"My younger generation, Yu Mo, have met seniors."

Yu Mo, who listened quietly to the song throughout the whole process, finally spoke slowly, raised his head and looked at the Confucian scholar and spoke softly, bent down slightly to express his respect.

But the Confucian scholar seemed to have not heard it, and turned over and took it in his arms.

"It's gone again..."
To be continued...