"Red Line..."

"Why did Sin City be judged to be qualified to wear this thing?"

"Who does the red line belong to?"

Yu Mo murmured to himself, constantly observing the red lines in his hand that looked very ordinary.

"Is it because of the toughness that is too strong, or is my strength too weak recently..."

Yu Mo picked up a red thread and pulled it hard.

But the red line was not affected at all.

Yu Mo looked at his thin arms because of the lack of energy in his body and talked to himself.

As for if the red line is torn off, it will lead to a reduction in the number of places to leave the city, this kind of thing is not under his consideration for the time being.

In comparison, the importance of tracing the root cause is obviously greater.

"Heart, brain, muscle..."

"Amnesia..."

"Is there any necessary connection?"

"The time node of the appearance of Sin City..."

Yu Mo kept whispering, lowered his head slightly, and his eyes were deep.

After a long time, Yu Mo seemed to have thought of something, suddenly raised his head and looked at the direction of the old man leaving, full of shock!

This kind of shock was completely from the heart, or it came to Yu Mo's expectations.

"real..."

“Is that true?”

Yu Mo took a deep breath and tried to calm down his mind, but the shock was still there.

He took out his notepad in a hurry and kept describing it on it.

A long time later, the blind old man's face appeared on the paper.

Although it is not particularly professional, it has at least 80% images.

Yu Mo carefully tore off the paper, put it in his pocket, then leaned against the wheelchair, looking at the sky with a little dullness.

"Although I didn't see that beautiful world..."

"But I saw it..."

"What a big chessboard."

Yu Mo smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head. The confidence and persistence in his eyes that he had maintained at any time seemed particularly decadent at this moment.

"But although the chessboard is big, I, Yu Mo..."

"You can also make a move!"

After a long time, Yu Mo's eyes burst out with a light of confidence again, and his tone became firmer again. He raised his head unyieldingly and looked straight at the sky!

Although the sky is dark, the sun is almost invisible.

"You've been fouled!"

The Confucian scholar appeared next to a middle-aged man out of thin air, looking at him expressionlessly, with a cold murderous intent in his eyes.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something, his expression changed slightly.

Without any hesitation, middle-aged man rushed to the distance.

but...

The next moment, a sharp dagger pierced his chest.

Blood flowed out along the dagger.

The middle-aged man slowly lowered his head, looked at the dagger on his chest, and turned around with difficulty. When he saw it, it was the cold and ferocious face of the Confucian scholar.

He fell heavily to the ground, his face turned pale.

The Confucian scholar stood next to the 'corpse', and the indifference on his face slowly disappeared, and once again returned to his original somewhat dull state.

He squatted down, looked at the "corpse" on the ground and muttered to himself.

"What I just acted like should be very evil..."

"He must have been very scared before he died."

"Um..."

"In this way, when he wakes up and finds himself alive, he will definitely be very happy and grateful to me."

The Confucian scholar kept muttering, taking out a bunch of small notes that Yu Mo had carefully prepared for him.

The same text is written on each note.

‘You’re scared, just kidding, I never kill anyone.’

He carefully placed the note in the pocket of the "corpse", grabbed his hand on his arm, and a wisp of energy poured into the "corpse", restoring the damaged meridians.

But looking at the appearance, the man was still dead.

“Huh?”

"His stomach is not very good."

"I don't pay attention to health at all."

"I am a good person, so I naturally have to save lives and heal the wounded."

The Confucian scholar was like a broken mouth, collecting the remaining energy in this person's stomach.

After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Do it!"

As the sound fell, the Confucian scholar took out the note from the pocket of the 'corpse' and added seriously: "Your stomach is not good, I've helped you with it. Remember to drink more porridge and eat less hard food. Come on, don't be grateful to me!"

After stuffing the supplemented notes back, the Confucian scholar stood up with satisfaction.

All my face was filled with the joy of saving lives and helping the wounded.

"This way he will be more touched and more incense!"

"The Taoist protector is so smart."

"I'm very smart, too!"

"It's all me!"

The Confucian scholar smiled proudly, raised his head and looked at the sky again, a little obsessed with it: "Maybe it won't take long before I... can return to my own world."

For a moment, his mood improved, and he hummed a strange tune and walked towards the distance.

"You violated the rules..."

...

A ruin.

The place where the bomb was thrown for the rest of last night.

Zong Ren's body was curled up in the corner of the ruins.

Use the burned black charcoal to blacken the exposed skin to avoid the smell of blood.

His clothes were not changed, and the dry blood was still on them.

Although he was not sure whether the people in Sin City felt good or not, for the sake of safety, he could not let go of any details.

From time to time, footsteps were heard around him.

Fortunately, no one has noticed it.

Perhaps the greatest privilege Yu Mo gave Zongren was that he, a hide-and-seek person, did not need to abide by the rules in the monster talks.

This unique privilege of NPC gives him a little more chance of survival.

But in the same way, he also bound him.

If the player does not violate or violates the rules, NPC cannot actively attack the player.

Of course, if you really attack, it may not be sure who will die.

In Yu Mo's words, kill Zongren...

No matter what rules you have.

Kill him and the game ends directly.

At this time, Zong Ren had been hiding here for about three hours, and his long-term curling of his body caused his limbs to be sore.

But he dared not move.
Chapter completed!