Chapter 012 I Will Protect Him

After lunch, Nan Xia Bei Ya planned to go upstairs to catch someone.

In the name of the elder of the Zhang family, Zhang Qiling said that he would teach Sang Mo. He really intended to teach him, but it depended on whether Sang Mo was willing to learn.

But I guess Sang Mo is unwilling to do that. How can someone who only wants to die have the mind to learn skills?

The two men stood outside the door and knocked for a long time, but there was no movement from inside.

Hei Xia Zi took out his cell phone and called Sang Mo. He originally thought that the call would not be connected, after all, Sang Mo had mysterious means such as telekinesis or the Sumeru Ring.

The phone was connected just when it was about to be hung up after ringing several times, and Sang Mo's lazy and spiritless voice came through, "Who is this?"

"It's me, Black Blind Man. The mute and I went upstairs to look for you but couldn't find you. Where have you been?"

Sang Mo said: "Oh, I was playing with friends outside, and I hung up when nothing happened."

After the conversation ended, the phone was hung up.

Hei Xia Zi listened to the busy tone and pursed his lips to say to the mute: "He is playing with his friends outside. Isn't this just the beginning? Where did he get his friends?"

"Could it be that the system is capable of this? While forging an identity, it also has the relatives and friends that the identity should have? Then they also have the memory of Sang Mo being a friend?"

"So, then the reason we have no memory of the previous times is that the system used a similar method to cover and erase our memory?"

Zhang Qiling shook his head slowly, "Probably not."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "In my previous life."

Hei Xia Zi rubbed his chin with his fingers, not figuring out the problem for the time being. "Forget it, there's no rush for the time being. You'll know more as you get along longer."

After a pause, he asked, "So will you continue to stay here? Blind Man needs to go back to the yard first. You also heard the call from Mr. Wu San in the afternoon."

"It seems that Third Master Wu is playing a big game. Dumb, what Sang Mo said in his heart is right. I guess his information has been placed on the desks of the two masters of the Wu family."

Zhang Qiling had a handsome and elegant face and said, "I will protect him."

Hei Xia Zi clicked his tongue and said, "I'm afraid that the more you protect him, the more they will want to do something."

Zhang Qiling said coldly: "Come on."

"Well, since you said that, I will do my best to protect him because I once gave him a bullet." As he said that, Hei Xiazi patted his sleeves and said, "Let's go back to the yard to practice."

Zhang Qiling hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed to the proposal.

Since Sang Mo's home is here, he also knows the password to Sang Mo's door, so he won't have to worry about not finding Sang Mo.

The two of them entered the elevator one after the other, and soon arrived at the underground parking lot. They got into the shabby and narrow car and headed towards the courtyard.

After returning to the courtyard, Zhang Qiling and Hei Xiazi practiced against each other in the yard for a while.

It was getting dark and Hei Xia Zi went to prepare dinner. Zhang Qiling took out a slightly old-fashioned cell phone from his backpack and called Sang Mo.

I don’t even know if this idiot has had lunch. It’s almost time for dinner, so I have to remind him to have dinner.

However, after the call was dialed, there was only a formal female voice reply: The number you dialed is temporarily out of service area, please call again later.

Zhang Qiling, "......"

Unconvinced, he called again and got the same response.

It seems that the mobile phone has been thrown into that "shrunken trouser pocket" by Sang Mo. Maybe it is some kind of Sumeru Ring?

Zhang Qiling turned off his phone, feeling inexplicably irritated.

He picked up the black gold ancient sword and continued practicing with it.

When Hei Xia Zi had finished cooking dinner and set the table, Zhang Qiling turned on his phone and called Sang Mo again, but he was still out of service area.

Zhang Qiling raised his eyelids slightly, put his phone aside and ate in silence.

Hei Xia Zi picked up a piece of green pepper with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. While chewing, he asked, "What's the matter? The phone can't get through?"

Zhang Qiling didn't reply. He used chopsticks to pick away the leeks and picked up a piece of pork liver that was not stained by the leeks.

When Hei Xia Zi saw him like this, he knew what was going on. "I thought he might have flown to Hangzhou."

Zhang Qiling, "......"

Even if he went to Hangzhou, he wouldn't be able to find Wu Sanxing. Even if he did, if the matter had gotten really serious, the blind man would have received the news long ago.

Hei Xia Zi then said, "If they really went to Hangzhou, why don't we go and take a look?"

Zhang Qiling stared at him expressionlessly.

Seeing the mute like this, Black Blind was helpless. "Okay, I'll keep an eye on the news for you. If there's any news, I'll notify you immediately. After dinner, I'll drive you to the Dijing Building to have a look."

"If he hasn't come back yet, I can only ask Huaerye to find out if Sang Mo is on the flight to Hangzhou today."

Zhang Qiling said: "Ask now."

Black blind man, "......"

Under pressure from the force, Hei Xia Zi took out his cell phone and called Hua Er Ye. After a lot of flattering words, he got an accurate reply from Hua Er Ye and then hung up the phone.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, Xie Yuchen called again. He said "No" and quickly hung up the call.

Black blind man, "......"

Huaerye is really busy. Hei Xiazi looked at the mute opposite him and said, "There are no flights to Hangzhou for Sang Mo today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, but we can't rule out buying tickets on the spur of the moment for tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

Zhang Qiling nodded, quickly finished his meal, and then went out carrying his backpack and the black gold ancient sword wrapped in black cloth.

He wanted to go to Dijing Building to see if Sang Mo had returned.

"Dumb, don't you want a blind man to take you there?"

Zhang Qiling didn't turn around, just said "business" and left the yard.

Hei Xia Zi didn't stand up either, as they did have some important business to deal with.

...

Zhang Qiling came to the 27th floor of Dijing Building and knocked on the door for several minutes, but there was no response.

The phone wasn't working, so he could only enter the password to get in, and sure enough, there was no one in the house.

I don’t know where Sang Mo went, or if he went there to seek death. I hope he didn’t really die outside.

Whenever Zhang Qiling thought about this possibility, he felt a headache.

Zhang Qiling had no choice but to go out and look for her. He searched the area for several times but couldn’t find anyone. Where could Sang Mo have gone?

Zhang Qiling couldn't think of where to find him for a moment, and his face became even colder and expressionless.

People in the underworld always say that he is mysterious, likes to disappear and act alone. But look at Sang Mo, this expert in seeking death. There is simply no comparison!

After searching the surrounding area, Zhang Qiling could only rely on guesswork to start looking everywhere, and unknowingly came to Gongti Road, where the nightclubs and nightlife here are very famous and noisy.

Looking at the bright lights and the constant coming and going of people, Zhang Qiling frowned slightly, and suddenly remembered what Sang Mo said about supporting a handsome man.

Could it be that Sang Mo went to a gay bar?

Thinking of this possible Zhang Qiling, "..."

He had heard the blind man occasionally mention what was going on in entertainment venues: they were chaotic, very chaotic, and very open.

Especially for drunk, good-looking people, entertainment venues are equivalent to crime venues.

Sang Mo is very good-looking, or beautiful, with a boyish and feminine appearance but not feminine——

The more he thought about it, the more something seemed wrong. Zhang Qiling hid in a dim alley, but his eyes were fixed on two people walking out of a nightclub.

The two men were arm in arm, and the taller man had one hand on the other's waist.

Zhang Qiling's eyes were cold. Very good, what he wished for came true!

The one being hugged by someone’s waist is Sang Mo!

Zhang Qiling pinched his itchy palms and wanted to hit someone without explaining.