Chapter 136 Exquisite Decadence

Three days later.

After breakfast, Sang Mo stepped onto the stone road before the white fog dispersed.

The white ghost stood at the edge of the courtyard behind him and said to him, "If you want to find me, come here or call me."

Sang Mo didn't look back and went straight down the mountain.

Bai Gui watched his back and lit a cigarette in silence.

Yun Feng asked him, "Brother Li, won't you see Brother Sang off?"

The white ghost exhaled smoke, stared at the blurry figure that was now a black dot, and whispered, "No need."

There is no farewell without farewell, and this is not a farewell anyway.

Yunfeng added: "Grandma really wants to meet him, but unfortunately he won't stay for a few days. I guess we'll just pass by him if we meet him on the road."

The white ghost said nothing.

Yun Feng sighed and asked hesitantly, "Brother, now that Ah Zi's illness has been cured, will you continue to look for other ancestor witch inheritances in the future?"

The White Ghost took a deep puff of his cigarette. As the smoke came out of his nostrils, he said, "Keep looking."

I found it and gave it to Sang Mo.

These inheritances all seemed to tend to recognize Sang Mo. Sang Mo didn't want to find out the reason, so he went to find it.

He had a hunch that it would come in handy one day. If he looked for it then, it would probably have fallen into the hands of other descendants of the ancient witch.

Yun Feng didn't ask any more questions. He just said, "I'm at home. You don't have to worry about A Zi and grandma."

Bai Gui threw away the cigarette butt and looked at the white mist. He could no longer see the blurry figure, so he lit another cigarette and put it to his lips.

We can't be in a hurry to find the forbidden area. It's useless to be in a hurry without a clear location. If Sang Mo hasn't lost his memory, he can provide a rough location.

He shook off the ash from the cigarette he was holding and said, "Let's go around Qinling Mountains first, hoping to gain something."

...

After coming down the mountain, Sang Mo was wandering on the mountain path, holding a dogtail grass in his mouth, while the evil spirit was humming an opera tune beside him.

After humming for a while, she asked, "Are we going back to the capital next?"

Sang Mo said: "Not for the time being, I want to go to Mingxi Mountain in Motuo to have a look."

The evil spirit tilted his head and asked him, "Where is Medog?"

"In the Tibetan area. As for where exactly it is, we won't know until we get to Medog."

"Oh, then what are we going to see at Mingxi Mountain?"

"See if there are any yellow poplar trees."

"What does a yellow poplar tree look like? I don't think I've ever seen this kind of tree."

At this point in the conversation, the dogtail grass on his lips stopped swaying, and Sang Mo shook his head, "Actually, I don't know what it looks like."

He vaguely remembered this kind of tree, and it was Tongzi who reminded him of the memory of this tree, but he really didn't know what the yellow locust tree looked like.

Seeing a hint of confusion on his face, the evil spirit comforted him, "It's okay, we'll know what it looks like when we see it."

"Yes, you'll know when you see it." His voice was filled with a sigh. He looked at the figure approaching on the path ahead and spat out the dogtail grass in his mouth with a "Puh".

The evil spirit looked in the direction he was looking, slightly opened his eyes and looked at the figure walking towards him, and let out a funny sigh, "Master, this man is very handsome!"

Sang Mo nodded, that’s right!

With his eyesight, he could naturally see a vague face from a long distance away, and as the distance got closer, it became clearer.

The man walking towards me is tall and has long legs, but most importantly, he has a very fashionable face!

He had jet-black, fine hair, long bangs on his forehead that faintly covered one of his eyes, lips of just the right thickness with a cool texture, a tall, three-dimensional nose bridge, and a stern look in his eyes.

What a great dish to conquer the circle!

She wore a diamond-shaped purple obsidian earring on her left ear and a silver necklace around her neck. The pendant seemed to be a ring?

Sang Mo blinked, why is it a ring!

This kind of ring appears on a necklace around the neck and is usually a gift from a loved one or moonlight, or maybe it could be an engagement ring.

Sang Mo's expression darkened, and he subconsciously said in his mind that the difficulty of the strategy would be increased by three.

When he came to his senses, he slapped his forehead, wondering if he had an occupational disease.

The man approached, glanced at Sang Mo without emotion, and raised his eyebrows slightly suspiciously, "Do you know Bai Gui?"

The voice was cold, indifferent and a little dull.

Sang Mo looked at him and said, "I know him. Are you friends with Bai Gui?"

The man tutted, "When did Bai Gui meet someone as interesting as you?"

Sang Mo, "?"

He sneered, "You are quite interesting. You can see my interestingness at a glance."

The man nodded and said, "Exquisite and decadent, like a rose in full bloom but about to wither."

Sang Mo rolled his eyes and walked away.

This person must be here to look for Bai Gui, there is nothing to talk about.

The man reached out and swiftly grabbed Sang Mo's arm, "You also have the blood of the Ancestral Witch in your body. I can sense it."

"Tell me, which ancestor witch are you descended from?"

Sang Mo suddenly used his strength to break free from his grip and glanced at him sideways, "Remember to introduce yourself before asking these private questions."

The man glanced at his freed hand and chuckled, "Sorry, I was rude. My name is Si Jingxing, what's yours?"

"What should I call you?"

Sang Mo tilted his head. This person had a strange surname, and he knew Bai Gui and could be said to be a descendant of the ancient witch. There was no doubt in his mind that the person in front of him was probably the friend who liked the same sex that Bai Gui mentioned?

Thinking of this, Sang Mo said, "......"

It turns out that Bai Gui’s matchmaking as a joke failed, and today he met this person on his own. It’s quite interesting. Could it be that fate cannot be stopped?

Sang Mo looked Si Jingxing up and down again, but he said, "Sang Mo, I am not a descendant of the ancient witch, but I have awakened the Ju Mang bloodline."

"What bloodline are you from?"

"By the way, excuse me, are you the friend who likes the same sex that Bai Gui mentioned?"

"If so, unfortunately, I also like the same sex, so don't touch me in the future, avoid suspicion, otherwise people will misunderstand."

Si Jingxing raised his eyebrows again, "It's really interesting that Bai Gui actually mentioned me to you."

"I am a descendant of Xuanming. Where are you going? If you don't mind, I can come with you."

Sang Mo was puzzled, "Aren't you going to find Bai Gui?"

Si Jingxing chuckled, "I won't look for him anymore. There's nothing else to do. I just want to go and see if he's dead or not."

“…”This is a true friend, a true friendship.

Sang Mo turned around and walked away. Si Jingxing walked up to him with his long legs and asked him, "Do you have someone you like?"

"If not, try with me?"

Sang Mo rolled his eyes, "Dude, not only do you look like a scumbag, but your methods of teasing are exactly the same as his."

"Hey, luckily I'm also a scumbag."

Si Jingxing's expression remained unchanged, and his voice was as cold as his eyes, "That's perfect."

"A scumbag and a scumbag, they are meant to be a couple."

Sang Mo nodded in agreement, "I don't mind your past, nor do I mind if you have any malicious intentions to use me. Maybe I will forget about you when the sun rises tomorrow."

"Dude, have you ever heard of amnesia? Sorry, I just happen to have this disease."

Si Jingxing glanced sideways, "Is the blood concentration so pure? It seems that what I sensed was correct. You have more than one kind of blood in your body."

"Okay, at this stage I think you're very interesting. Do you mind if I follow you for a while?"

Sang Mo shrugged, "It's up to you, it doesn't matter."

Si Jingxing took off the necklace from his neck and handed it to Sang Mo, "Take it. It's the only one. It doesn't matter if you lose it."

"I haven't sent anyone else either. You're the first one."

Sang Mo looked at the necklace, his eyes fell on the ring again, and frowned slightly, "?"