"Are you still doing this order?"
Inner City, on a roof.
Shi Guang looked at Yu Mo sitting at the door of the room in the distance, and silently looked at Yu Sheng and asked.
Yu Sheng pondered for a few seconds and nodded slightly, "We still have to do it, at least collect the corpses, otherwise it will be troublesome to get out Sin City."
"Then we can't bury it."
Shi Guang frowned slightly, looking a little regretful.
But Yu Sheng shook his head seriously. "After Sin City is released, it can still be buried in the mouth of City Gate. It is difficult to take a taxi with a corpse."
"That makes sense!"
Shi Guang nodded in agreement, as if there was light in his eyes.
As for this protection mission, things have changed a bit since Confucian Scholar came out of the mountain.
If the two of them protect each other closely, it won't necessarily be who is protecting the other.
"What to do with the money?"
"He didn't open an IOU."
Shi Guang seemed to have remembered something and asked again.
This time Yu Sheng was silent for a long time...
"Well..."
"I'm Four-Pattern Cloud Merit, I won't lie."
"Lin Siyuan should believe it."
It's just that when he said this, Yu Sheng's tone was also a little suspicious, obviously he was not sure.
But now... it seems there is no better solution.
Until Shi Guang's remote Remote Control screen, Yu Mo wrote a note and faced the camera.
"First of all, I want to go to the toilet. Please control me to go there Back Courtyard."
"Secondly, follow Zong Ren."
"If he enters Jailer's room, wait for him to come back."
"If he hesitates at the door, kill him."
The note waved in front of the camera for a long time before being put away again by Yu Mo.
Shi Guang controlled Wheelchair with an expressionless face. After stopping steadily at the center of Back Courtyard, he put Remote Control away and rushed towards Outer City.
Just...
At this time in Back Courtyard.
Yu Mo looked at the circular pit that appeared on the seat cushion of Wheelchair, feeling a little doubtful about life.
Yu Sheng helped him before, but he really didn't know that Wheelchair had such a thoughtful... little function.
It just looks a little shameful.
The most important thing is that after he suppressed his shame and went to the toilet...
When I summoned Shi Guang again, there was no response.
Wheelchair parked alone in the center of the yard, with a touch of coquettishness and the breeze blowing in his face. He wanted to push Wheelchair's wheel, but...
I always feel a little uncomfortable.
For a moment, Yu Mo was inexplicably trapped in place.
Messy in the wind.
"Did you hear that?"
Ink Pavilion.
Sun Yingxiong held the mobile phone with a serious face and said to the other side with a very solemn tone.
Over the phone, Zhong Yushu no longer looks as lazy as before.
"Skyvault Ravine?"
"Yeah." Sun Yingxiong nodded lightly. "Yes, Nine-Tailed Fox Clan, as one of the Twelve God Clanss of Skyvault Ravine, has always been the most low-key. Even in the past hundred years, Skyvault Ravine has almost never made any sound."
"If Demon God of the Black Flood Dragon Clan hadn't just fallen, Nine-Tailed Fox Clan would still be at the bottom of the rankings of Twelve God Clans."
"But this time..."
Sun Yingxiong sat on the chair, leaning forward slightly, with a cold light in his eyes. "For some reason, the other eleven God Races of Skyvault Ravine actually collectively recommended Nine-Tailed Fox Clan to take charge of Demon Domain."
"And it's still a twenty-year period."
"They usually have a three-year rotation system..."
"I think there's something fishy here."
"But under the current circumstances, it is difficult for us to find new information."
Sun Yingxiong breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in the chair, with a hint of tiredness on his face. "It's too difficult to do some intelligence work in Demon Domain."
"The few of us who can shield the aura have been unable to get close to Skyvault Ravine."
"To know this, I have tried my best."
There was no response on the phone.
Apparently Zhong Yushu is also thinking about it.
It wasn't until a long time later that the voice came again on the phone. "At least for now, it seems that Nine-Tailed Fox Clan has been planning for a long time."
"Perhaps another ruthless person has emerged in their tribe."
"But no matter what, Nine-Tailed Fox Clan showing its claws at this time will definitely not be untargeted."
"The fox tribe has always been smart, so they must have completed some kind of plan this time."
"When I was at Demon-Suppressing Pass, I bribed several Demon Clan, and at Skyvault Ravine..."
"I will look for opportunities to contact you recently."
"Also..."
"Four Great Passes is under martial law. Nine-Tailed Fox Clan will definitely not just focus on Demon Domain. It is estimated that Demon Clan will make big moves."
"Get ready."
"If I have a chance, I will advance to Ninth Awakening on Four Great Passes, kill a few more in that instant, and then hide."
"And you, it's time to find Successor for the Ink Pavilion."
Zhong Yushu sighed.
Obviously, this unexpected situation is the most serious. It is completely impossible to plan and can only be adapted to circumstances.
"Hmm."
"Counting the days, Yu Mo will be out soon."
"But in his current condition, he cannot take over Ink Pavilion."
"I sifted through several alternatives."
"How about Yuan Qingshan?"
Sun Yingxiong had a thoughtful look in his eyes, thought of a name in his mind, and asked curiously.
There was another few seconds of silence on the other side of the phone.
"IQ is enough."
"But it's still not stable enough. For this position Ink Pavilion Head, what is needed is not to seek merit, but to have no faults, and to be stable."
"The people below can do radical things, but Ink Pavilion Head needs to stabilize the public sentiment of the entire Human Race."
"Yuan Qingshan... Sometimes my thinking is too far-fetched."
"Not the perfect choice."
Zhong Yushu didn't speak fast, obviously he was thinking while replying.
Sun Yingxiong's face was dark, and he gritted his teeth as he listened to Zhong Yushu's words. "I always feel that you are scolding me!"
"No, I'm praising you for your stability."
"That's it."
"Chat back."
Zhong Yushu hung up the phone decisively.
Sun Yingxiong put the phone on the table and fell into deep thought again.
"Qi Changshan..."
"No, it looks cold and unpopular..."
"Oh, Ink Pavilion Head, appearance is also very important."
Sun Yingxiong sighed, seeming a little helpless, but there was always some other meaning between the words.