"Shi Guang isn't coming back yet..."
Yu Mo sat on Wheelchair and talked to himself for half an hour. Seeing that the sun had risen and was shining directly on him, the sunlight was dazzling, and he asked helplessly.
"It should be opening a new Corpse Pit, which is relatively slow."
Yu Sheng thought for a while and replied, by the way, put away all the Crossbow Bolt that were organized and still usable.
"New Corpse Pit..."
"As expected of the person I like."
"Yu Sheng, do you feel tired living in Sin City?"
"Have you ever thought about giving up?"
Yu Mo's voice became deeper again and he looked very depressed. He lowered his head slightly. "I have."
"I've thought about it more than once."
"Why do you have to fight like this? Is it really worth it?"
"I can obviously enjoy the respect of the world easily and become a being respected by thousands of people through the brilliance of my ancestors."
"You should be very happy standing in the sunshine."
Yu Mo shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, his smile full of bitterness.
He raised his head slightly and looked at the dazzling sunlight in the air, but stubbornly refused to close his eyes. His eyes were full of expectation, yearning, and longing, but in the end they could only turn into helplessness.
"But this world needs darkness."
"Some things have to be done by someone."
"To kill, to shock, to be hated, to attract all enemies."
"When this world is filled with light, that light will be worthless."
"But when darkness permeates the sky, that light that remains standing will become extremely precious."
Yu Mo took a long breath, swept away the decadence on his face, and his smile became gentle again, as before.
This smile is a little hypocritical and a little indifferent, but it is... trustworthy.
"Now I just hope that in the last part of my life, I can find someone trustworthy, who can carry my thoughts with me and continue walking unswervingly."
"Actually, sometimes, when I sit alone in a cold room, I also think about Image when I die."
"I guess all the people will be celebrating by then."
"Celebrate that I, the evil-doing Demon, finally died."
"They will have a carnival in front of my grave, and they will mock me wantonly. Come to think of it... it's quite lively."
"I'm actually... also afraid of death."
"Yu Sheng, you are really not afraid..."
The emotions in Yu Mo's voice are very complex and can easily exaggerate the feelings of others around him.
But there was still no sound coming from behind him.
Yu Mo took out a small mirror from his pocket without leaving a trace, and glanced slightly behind him through the mirror.
Empty.
Yu Sheng arrived in the yard of the back room at some unknown time, still holding a Dagger in his hand, constantly repairing the arrow shaft, like an experienced carpenter.
The distance between the two is very far, which means that Yu Sheng couldn't hear what he just said...
"It's so emotional."
"It's hard to have an emotion."
"Alas."
Yu Mo's face turned a little dark, he couldn't help mumbling, and silently put the mirror away, just letting the sun shine on himself, looking extremely pitiful.
Until Shi Guang came back from a distance carrying a shovel and pushing a cart.
Yu Mo's face has light again!
"Quickly control me."
"Remote control for me to go back and die from the sun."
"I want to drink water, with ice!"
"It would be better if there was a bottle of Coke at this time."
He seemed to have ignited his desire for life again and kept shouting.
He looks just like Young Man who is in his twenties.
Of course, he is indeed only in his twenties.
"The surname is Sun!"
"You are shameless!"
"I have been providing you with delicious food and drink during this period, but the benefits I should have given you have not been lost at all!"
"You're such a naughty person!"
Young Man, who had been following Sun Wen and serving Sun Wen, was pushed to the ground by two members of Light Group. He raised his head ferociously, glared at Sun Wen, and yelled curses.
But his brother, the director of the Guard Bureau, seemed much calmer.
His face was ashen, his eyes were dull, and he completely gave up the idea of resisting.
Not just him, Ink Pavilion Er City division, Deputy Pavilion Master!
Dark Pavilion Er City branch, director of the operations department!
As well as various petty officials, they were arrested one by one.
The entire operation was huge and lasted for a full day, and everyone in Er City knew about it.
Looking at these moths that had corroded them for several years, although these people did not say anything, their impression of Light Group improved again.
Sure enough, the only one guilty was Yu Mo.
Light Group itself is still good.
Ink Pavilion established this new department with a long-term vision to benefit the people!
It was just taken advantage of by a thoughtful person like Yu Mo.
And these Freshmens of the Ink Academy also received a round of applause.
In Light Group's various actions, Human Race's future Heavenly Prides have received good publicity and have gained a good reputation among the public.
Especially with Yu Mo's previous comparison, it seems that these people are even more rare and valuable.
In the corner.
Zhao Dabao was holding a somewhat worn document bag in his hand and wearing a cheap suit. He looked very inconspicuous in the crowd.
He silently watched the arrest of Light Group without saying a word. He just lowered his head slightly, pushed up his thick glasses, and took two steps back.
Until Light Group completely closes the network.
Customized vehicles took all these people away one after another, and drove out Er City in front of countless people, and the whole incident gradually subsided.
By this time it was getting dark.
Zhao Dabao turned around silently, picked up his briefcase, and left in despair.
"Old Forest in the archives is not here..."
As soon as he left, he turned around again and turned into a street, hiding himself in the night, and his eyes became cold.
Logically speaking, for today's action, the people in the archives must be present to record it and submit it to the Ink Pavilion headquarters.
As the oldest employee in the archives, Old Forest couldn't be absent.
"The county officials are greedy and still not vigilant enough."
"It's so easy to get caught."
"Without these big guys carrying them in front, it's not safe enough..."
Zhao Dabao murmured to himself and hid in the dark for about half an hour to observe, until the crowd completely dispersed. He did not see Old Forest at the door of Ink Pavilion Branch. Even the lights in the archives room on the third floor were turned off, and Old Forest did not walk out of the door.
He was lost in thought, and after a long time he took out a somewhat worn-out mobile phone that could only make and receive calls and text messages. He also took out a brand new SIM Card from his pocket, placed it on it, and expertly entered a series of numbers before calling.
"Hello, hello, is this the Ink Pavilion service hall?"
"My entry procedures have never been completed. Forest Master from the archives is responsible for this matter."
"But today I went to Office to look for him, and he was not there."
"Can you contact me?"
"This matter is quite urgent. If I don't get a good certificate, I won't be able to find a job."
"There are a lot of people at home waiting for dinner."
Zhao Dabao's tone was full of anxiety and he said to the phone.