"Red line..."
"Why did Sin City decide that wearing this thing is worthy of Sin City?"
"Who does the red line belong to?"
Yu Mo murmured to himself, constantly observing these few seemingly ordinary red threads in his hands.
"Is my tenacity too strong, or my strength is too weak recently..."
Yu Mo picked up a red wire and pulled hard.
But the red line is not affected at all.
Yu Mo looked at his arms that had become skinny due to lack of energy in his body, and said to himself.
As for if the red line is torn off, resulting in a loss of Exit-the-City Quota, such a thing is not yet under his consideration.
In comparison, the importance of tracing the origin is obviously greater.
"Heart, brain, Muscles..."
"Amnesia..."
"Is there any necessary connection between this?"
"The time node when Sin City appeared..."
Yu Mo kept whispering, lowering his head slightly, with deep eyes.
After a long time, Yu Mo seemed to have thought of something. He raised his head suddenly and looked at the direction Old Man was leaving, full of shock!
This kind of shock was completely from the heart, or in other words, it was beyond Yu Mo's expectations.
"Really..."
"Is that so?"
Yu Mo took a deep breath and tried to calm down, but the shock was still there.
He hurriedly took out his Notebook and kept drawing on it.
After a long time, the face of Blind Old Man appeared on the paper.
Although he is not particularly professional, he at least has eight images.
Yu Mo carefully tore off the piece of paper, put it into his pocket, then leaned against Wheelchair, looking blankly at the sky.
"Although I didn't see that beautiful world..."
"But I saw..."
"What a huge chessboard."
Yu Mo smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head. The confidence and persistence that he had always maintained in his eyes seemed particularly decadent at this moment.
"But although the chessboard is big, I Yu Mo..."
"You can also make moves!"
After a long time, Yu Mo's eyes burst out with that confident light again, and his tone became firm again, and he raised his head unyieldingly, looking straight at the sky!
Although the sky is dark, the sun is almost invisible.
"You committed a foul!"
Confucian Scholar appeared out of thin air next to Middle-Aged Man, looking at him expressionlessly, with cold murderous intent in his eyes.
Middle-Aged Man was startled for a moment, as if he thought of something, his expression changed slightly.
With almost no hesitation, Middle-Aged Man jumped into the distance.
But...
The next moment, a sharp Dagger pierced his chest.
Blood flowed out along Dagger.
Middle-Aged Man slowly lowered his head and looked at Dagger on his chest. He turned around with great effort and what he saw was the cold and ferocious face of Confucian Scholar.
He fell heavily to the ground, and his face turned pale.
Confucian Scholar stood next to the 'corpse', the indifference on his face slowly disappeared, and he once again returned to his original somewhat dull state.
He squatted down, looked at the 'corpse' on the ground thoughtfully, and murmured to himself.
"What I just showed must be particularly evil..."
"He must have been terrified before he died."
"Well..."
"This way when he wakes up and finds that he is still alive, he will be very happy and grateful to me."
Confucian Scholar kept mumbling and took out a pile of small notes that Yu Mo carefully prepared for him.
Each note has the same words written on it.
'Frightened, just kidding, I never kill anyone.'
He carefully placed the note in the 'corpse''s pocket, and grabbed his arm. A ray of energy poured into the 'corpse', restoring the damaged meridians.
But judging from the appearance, this man is still dead.
"Huh?"
"His stomach is not feeling well."
"Normally I don't pay much attention to health care."
"I am a good person, so naturally I want to save lives and heal the wounded."
Confucian Scholar is like a mouthpiece, gathering the remaining energy in this man's stomach.
After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief, "It's done!"
As the voice fell, Confucian Scholar took out the note from the 'corpse''s pocket and added seriously, "Your stomach is not good, I've helped you treat it. Remember to drink more porridge and eat less hard food, and work hard. Don't be grateful to me!"
Stuffing the supplemented note back in, Confucian Scholar stood up with satisfaction.
His face was filled with the joy of saving lives and healing the wounded.
"This way he will be more moved, Incense more!"
"Guardian is so smart."
"I'm smart too!"
"As expected of me!"
Confucian Scholar smiled proudly, raised his head and looked at the sky again, a little obsessed with it. "Maybe it won't be long before I... can return to my own world."
For a moment, his mood improved, and he walked away humming a weird tune.
"You broke the rules..."
A ruin.
The place where Yu Sheng threw Bomb last night.
Zong Ren's body was huddled in the corner of the ruins.
Use the burned black charcoal to blacken the exposed skin to avoid the smell of blood.
His clothes had not been changed, and there was still the dried blood on them.
Although he didn't know whether the people in Sin City had a good sense of smell, but for the sake of safety, he couldn't let go of any detail.
From time to time there were footsteps beside him.
But fortunately no one has ever discovered it.
Perhaps the biggest privilege Yu Mo gives Zong Ren is that he, a hide-and-seek person, does not need to abide by the Rules in the ghost story.
This is a privilege that belongs exclusively to NPCs, giving him a slightly greater chance of survival.
But it also restrained him.
If the player has not violated the rules or violated Rules, the NPC cannot actively attack the player.
Of course, if there is an actual attack, it is not certain who will die.
In the words of Yu Mo, kill Zong Ren...
Never mind Rules.
Kill him and the game will end immediately.
At this time, Zong Ren had been hiding here for about three hours, and his limbs were sore from being curled up for a long time.
But he didn't dare to move.
Any slight noise may be the chance of his death.