Chapter 129 White Ghost Matchmaker

Zhang Qiling said: "Sang Mo is in the hospital."

When this was mentioned, Hei Xia Zi didn't know what to say. In his opinion, the infusion meant that Sang Mo would disappear for a while again.

He could only nod, "Hua'er Ye's intelligence should not be wrong."

Zhang Qiling was silent. After thinking for a while, he said, "Keep an eye on Wu Xie."

Hei Xia Zi knew that these words had another meaning. In addition to keeping a close eye on Wu Xie, he also had to keep a close eye on Jiumen's movements.

If the real Wu Sanxing came out from behind the scenes, he would definitely contact him, and it would be too late to look for Sang Mo by then.

Both he and the mute knew that Sang Mo's plot missions were triggered by following Wu Xie's perspective, while to trigger missions outside the plot, he would need to appear in other cemeteries with the mute.

"It's no use keeping a close eye on him. If he doesn't want to complete the mission, he won't go on his own initiative. We still have to tie him up and take him there. Although this method is a bit rough, it's better than being punished."

"The blind man doesn't want to see him blinded and mute again as punishment, or other deprivation punishments."

Zhang Qiling pursed his lips, he didn’t want to either.

In the past, Sang Mo didn't want to take the initiative to complete tasks and was determined to die. Now that Sang Mo has lost his memory, his mentality seems to be changing along with his memory, and this is the time when Sang Mo wants to live.

But if Sang Mo is tied up or forced, it may backfire, especially for someone like Sang Mo who is born with a rebellious nature. The more you ask him to do something, the more he will go against it.

Zhang Qiling shook his head slowly and said, "Not appropriate."

"You can't tie people up, just let nature take its course."

Just as he thought in his heart that the relationship with Sang Mo should just take its natural course, it was enough to remember the love they had before they lost their memory. He would do his best to help Sang Mo with whatever she wanted to do, and he would not force Sang Mo to do anything she didn't want to do.

Wait until the next time you lose your memory. If you have forgotten it, then forget it. If you like it again, then continue to like it.

He couldn't change his amnesia, at least not at this stage, and he hadn't found a way to solve this problem.

That's all we can do. When you like someone, like them seriously. When you forget someone, just forget them.

Hearing this, Hei Xiazi raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Dumb, you..."

Zhang Qiling raised his eyelids and looked at him, advising: "Blind, don't do it, you will regret it."

Hei Xia Zi was stunned, and looking into the mute's cold eyes, he saw worry in them.

The mute was worried that he would do something that he would regret, but waiting and doing nothing was not his style.

He smiled in a casual manner, "Don't worry, dumb, the blind man knows his limits."

Zhang Qiling just looked at him. Realizing that the blind man's mind would not change easily, he pursed his lips and turned back to his room.

Letting a blind man do nothing is indeed not his style.

The words of advice had already been spoken, and he knew the blind man would listen, but only the blind man knew how much he would listen to.

As the door closed, Hei Xia Zi lit a cigarette for himself. He knew very well that he would regret it whether he did it or not.

Besides, he already regrets it now.

...

In the hospital's infusion room, Sang Mo pressed the needle hole on the back of his hand with a cotton ball. After the infusion, his throat did feel much better and his head wasn't as dizzy as before.

After leaving the hospital, Bai Gui asked him, "Can you do it?"

Sang Mo wrapped the scarf around his neck and whispered, "Didn't you take the medicine? Why, you don't believe in Ju Mang's bloodline?"

The white ghost shrugged, "Okay, let's go."

He originally wanted to take Sang Mo away, but the evil spirit suddenly floated out again, took Sang Mo's hand diligently and walked towards the parking space.

The white ghost stared at the evil spirit for two seconds, then stared at the back of Sang Mo's ear for two seconds, then caught up with Sang Mo and asked, "What's the principle?"

“Can the human body really be a residence for ghosts and evil spirits?”

If he wanted to collect the vengeful spirits he raised, he had to use the soul-calling flag. Sang Mo didn't even have a soul-calling flag, yet the evil spirits could freely use his body as their home?

This is outrageous.

But it is outrageous enough that Sang Mo, who is not a descendant of Ju Mang, can be recognized by Ju Mang's inheritance and awaken Ju Mang's bloodline. It seems that no matter how outrageous the thing is, it can be accepted.

Bai Gui pulled the corner of his mouth, and heard Sang Mo's answer, "A kind of trickery, you can also understand it as the art of controlling ghosts."

The white ghost seemed to be thinking about something.

Sang Mo couldn't see it either, so he said again: "Let's go while it's still early."

Bai Gui asked as he got into the cab, "Don't you want to eat something before you go? I have no problem with that, but the problem is you are a patient. Don't accuse me of exploiting patients, but I don't sympathize with you as a patient."

Sang Mo said weakly, "I'm not hungry for now. I'll find a place to eat when I get hungry on the road."

Hearing him say this, Bai Gui didn't ask any more questions. He started the car and drove out of the city.

It was getting dark. Hei Xia Zi went upstairs and knocked on the door, but no one came to open it. Although he had guessed it, he was somewhat reluctant to accept the fact when facing it.

Not only did Sang Mo not come back, it was possible that he actually disappeared again.

Hei Xia Zi stared at the door for a long time before he turned and left.

When he returned to the large flat downstairs, he saw the mute sitting in front of the French window again, staring outside in a daze, so he said, "He didn't come back. The blind man guessed that he might have left the capital with the white ghost."

Zhang Qiling didn't say anything. Of course he had guessed what the blind man had guessed. He just put on his hood in silence, blocking the blind man's view.

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

At this moment on the highway, Bai Gui glanced at Sang Mo who had just woken up from a nap and said with a sigh, "I wanted to ask you a question in the underground parking lot not long ago."

"What is your relationship with the head of the Jiumen Jie family?"

"Last time in the Northern and Southern Dynasties tomb, you deliberately asked the evil spirit to order the ghost to spare his life. I saw that his eager eyes were not right, but unfortunately you are blind now and I can't see your eyes."

Sang Mo turned his head and looked at him, "So?"

The white ghost raised an eyebrow, "Do you really not understand or are you pretending not to understand?"

Sang Mo pinched his chin and thought for a while, then replied, "I really want to pretend I don't understand. Are you trying to say that he likes me?"

"Do you think he'd like men?"

The white ghost choked instantly, "Ahem, damn, do you really like men?"

Sang Mo, "......"

He retorted speechlessly, "Fuck you, are you lying to me?"

The white ghost laughed, "It seems that my guess was right. Don't worry, I won't discriminate against you. To be honest, I have a friend who also likes the same sex."

"Maybe you two will be attracted to each other, with your pretty face. Fortunately, I'm straight."

Sang Mo, "."

The more I thought about it, the more speechless I became. He just had to ask, "Is your friend pretty?"

“Is it high?”

"It doesn't matter whether I'm a scumbag or not. Anyway, I have amnesia and I can lose my memory at any time. Maybe I'm even more of a scumbag than him."

"The main thing is that the height must be right, and the appearance must also be right."

Bai Gui was speechless. "No, I just mentioned it casually. Why do you take it so seriously? Could it be that you really have feelings for my friend?"

Sang Mo raised his middle finger at him, "Don't you want to be a matchmaker? Am I wrong to follow your words?"

Bai Gui pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "Okay, I guess I said something wrong. When you can see again, you can go and see for yourself."

"But when will you be able to see with these eyes?"

Sang Mo counted on his fingers and said, "About a week."

Bai Gui was even more speechless in an instant, "You are really..."

A cruel person who is cruel to himself!