Eight meters.

Five meters...

He is getting closer and closer to the city gate.

Even, it has reached the edge.

But his speed is getting slower and slower.

Even every step you climb, you have to rest for half a minute.

Now he no longer has the strength to support his body with his elbows, but he is all attached to the ground.

The dagger was pushed out halfway.

Every time I crawl...

The pain in his chest will make him barely recover from his awakening.

But even so, he still did not give up.

As he said, what he and the protagonist lack is nothing more than dazzling talent, that's all.

But that's how this world is.

There is no so-called fairness or not.

Everyone's way is also at his own feet.

The road ahead is long, and the journey is the same.

Cause and effect reincarnation.

Two meters...

One meter...

Finally, Zongren climbed out of the Sin City.

A wisp of energy returned to his body, but... it could no longer treat his injuries.

Or, even if Confucian scholars take action now, they are powerless to turn things around.

What supports Zong Ren to survive is just his spirit.

But fortunately...

The energy of this return may be able to prosper his life for a little while.

"An An..."

Zong Ren fell weakly to the ground, gasping for breath, and coughing hard.

An An knelt on the ground, crawled to Zongren in a mess, his clothes covered in mud.

"Dad...Dad..."

An An's hand kept groping on the ground and finally touched Zong Ren's face.

At this time, Zong Ren's face was covered with sticky blood, all stained on An An's palms.

But An An didn't dislike him at all.

"Dad, are you okay..."

She touched Zong Ren's face and forced herself to cry.

"I...I'm fine."

“Ha...hehe..."

“An An is so beautiful…”

Zong Ren's face showed a soft smile, but his eyelids were already stuck in blood, and he didn't even have the strength to open them.

"good..."

"In the future...ahem...then..."

"Live hard..."

"Only by living, you will...achiev...that will you have everything."

Zong Ren's voice became weaker and weaker.

An An's tears were still flowing, but she didn't say a word, listening carefully to every word Zong Ren said.

"Yu Mo!!!"

Zong Ren suddenly shouted: "The child is innocent!"

"Also, remember!"

"I..."

"Not lost!!"

"Hahahahahahaha!!!"

Zong Ren let out a crazy laugh, and his voice kept echoing in the air!

"perhaps..."

"A cliff..."

"Take me as the way to protect... cross the cliff safely..."

"Haha...hahahaha!"

Zong Ren smiled ragingly again. In this smile, there was no longer any stubbornness and tenacity, and only freedom and freedom were left.

The smile came to an abrupt end.

Zong Ren's eyes slowly closed.

No more breathing.

"Dad...Dad..."

"Talk, Dad."

"dad!!!"

An An looked at him in panic, but there was no response again.

The gentle voice disappeared from then on into her world.

The nurse stepped forward and pulled An An to walk away to prevent An An from being dragged into the Sin City.

An An did not resist or struggle, but just let the caregiver drag it.

Only, one question was asked.

"I can know..."

"My dad...what's last name?"

She shouted.

Yu Mo was stunned at the location at the gate of the city, looked at the little girl, and finally said softly: "His name is Zongren."

The girl stopped talking.

Yu Mo looked at the girl for a long time, frowned slightly, and finally turned slowly: "Everyone...get out of the city."

The strong man took a deep breath, his eyes full of excitement, and he took a tentative step without any response.

Standing outside the Sin City, the strong man took a deep breath, breathed the fresh air outside the Sin City, spread his arms, and a smile on his lips.

The young man's reaction would be more natural.

He walked out silently with his hands in his pockets. He did not leave, but turned around and waited quietly.

Yu Mo's eyes fell on Chu Huai, and he was a little funny.

Chu Huai silently took out two dolls.

Looking at a woman beside her with a cold face and short hair, Chu Huai thought about it and handed one of the dolls over.

The woman was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised her head to look at Chu Huai.

"You go out."

Chu Huai spoke with a smile.

The woman looks about thirty years old, with short hair and an exaggerated scar on her right arm.

Holding the doll, the woman frowned slightly: "I'm not the strongest."

"Why give it to me?"

The other people standing beside Chu Huai looked at the scene silently, without any turbulence in their eyes.

Obviously, they fully respect Chu Huai's decision.
To be continued...