“No need.”

The old man's heart beat more and more violently. He looked at Yu Mo with a hoarse voice and said coldly.

A hint of regret flashed in Yu Mo's eyes, and he looked quite regretful: "Okay..."

"So this is the quota for leaving the city..."

"The scene of juniors is so big. If there is no place to leave the city in the end, the mentality of the entire core area of ​​Sin City will collapse. This is what you don't want to see at the seniors, right?"

"If they have no desire for life and revenge on society in a crazy way, then they will truly destroy the foundation of Sin City."

"Do you think this is the reason?"

Yu Mo lowered his head slightly, with a perfect hint of shyness on his face.

Although he was facing a blind man, Yu Mo was still performing his own performance seriously and working diligently.

The old man was silent for a long time.

Yu Mo no longer continued to stimulate him, but waited quietly with a smile.

It seemed as if I knew from the beginning that the old man would definitely come to him.

"How do you make sure I have a quota for leaving the city?"

The old man still couldn't help but asked this key question.

Yu Mo's eyes suddenly lit up.

The old man at this time was like Sun Yingxiong in his eyes, which was likeable: "Because I held this competition, my senior did not stop me."

"This shows that there are indeed places like places to leave the city."

"Otherwise you won't worry about whether there will be too many casualties or injuries."

"Since you know and default, that means... you have this quota, too."

"If I guess boldly, the quota for the battle every year... is also from your senior, right?"

"If I guess more unscrupulously, you should have a certain... control over the entire Sin City?"

"After all, compared to Confucian scholars, they are stupid..."

"You are the only one who looks normal."

The smile on the corner of Yu Mo's mouth became stronger and stronger, especially when he saw that when he was speaking, the old man not only did not refute, but became more silent, and indirectly confirmed Yu Mo's all guesses.

It is said by everyone that who would have thought that the three jailers in Sin City really had the authority to be this blind old man with a cane?

The one who looks the most harmless.

"After you go out..."

The old man thought for a moment and spoke.

"At least 2,000 people are sent in a year!"

"There are 1,500 cannon fodder-level garbage and 500 elite-level criminals!"

"You make a lot of money in this deal!"

"At that time, the development scale of Sin City will increase at a speed visible to the naked eye!"

Yu Mo took over the conversation without hesitation, and looked very sensible!

"Um."

"You want to bring Confucian scholars and go with that fool?"

The old man nodded slightly, as if he agreed to Yu Mo's transaction request from the side.

Yu Mo shook his head slightly: "Only one Confucian scholar is brought, that one... won't leave."

"I can't answer his question."

"Or it's not sure that I can still control him after leaving the city."

Speaking of this, Yu Mo looked a little disappointed.

A thug at the Nine-Awakening level can definitely change the human race and demon realm pattern to a certain extent.

If these three people leave the Sin City together and place them at the Demon Suppression Pass, no matter how many major moves the Demon Realm takes, they will stop and reconceive them immediately.

The effect of this level is far more important than the outcome of a war.

"You're wrong."

"The one who is really difficult to control and the most dangerous is...the Confucian scholar."

The old man shook his head slowly, his tone full of vicissitudes, as if he was recalling something: "Let him go out, good fortune and misfortune are unknown."

"Um?"

"Senior, you... haven't lost your memory?"

Yu Mo keenly grasped the point of the problem, raised his head suddenly, stared at the old man with a serious tone, and asked.

The old man was stunned for a moment, smiled and shook his head: "Sure enough, you should be more cautious when chatting with a little guy like you."

"Senior, what happened back then?"

"Why did Sin City gather three Nine Awakenings?"

"What level of existence can make them lose their memory?"

"City of Sin...is there really a city lord?"

Yu Mo asked several questions in one breath, and his speech was extremely fast.

But the old man just smiled: "Since you little guy is so smart, then... guess yourself."

Yu Mo suddenly froze in place, looking at the old man standing opposite him with a dark face, with a resentful look on his face.

Did I pretend to be too pretentious just now?

There is no clue at all, how can I guess?

"Senior, are you and the two of them... friends?"

"Enemy?"

"stranger?"

"Um..."

"It's a friend."

The old man only moved his fingers slightly on the crutch when Yu Mo mentioned the word "friend".

"Then they lost their memory because..."

Yu Mo spoke again, but this time before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the old man: "Oh, I'm old, you little guys..."

"Old, old..."

"I think that Confucian scholars should also occupy a place to leave the city."

The old man changed the topic and looked at Yu Mo and said with a smile.

Yu Mo shook his head without hesitation: "Senior, it's not appropriate for you to say that."

"Or what if I ask senior Confucian scholars to participate in this year's battle for the city?"

"Forget it for a free quota."

"Another purify the environment in Sin City."

Yu Mo muttered.

But the old man clenched the crutches in his hand again.

Why can this little guy always make the mood he has cultivated through so many years by hiding his strength and maintaining a low profile easily cause turmoil?

How many people will die when Confucian scholars participate in the battle of leaving the city?

"Five quotas, 2,000 people per year."

“Happy cooperation.”

"I really hope you stay in Sin City for a few more years and chat with me, the old guy."

"The rest of my life, those two dolls in time are actually good, they are just too boring, and it's a bit boring."

The old man trembled and leaned on a crutch, slowly turned around, stepped out, and his figure disappeared on the street.

In the air, five red silk threads floated down and fell into Yu Mo's hands.
Chapter completed!