Chapter 151 Alcohol is a Weakness

Preconceived impressions are fatal!

Hei Xia Zi finally understood Hua Er Ye's feelings at this moment. After learning that Sang Mo killed Jie Lianhuan, he did not choose to get close, because Sang Mo would be suspicious and speculative, and he was already on guard in his heart.

He also fully tasted the consequences of the evil he had caused to Sang Mo. When Sang Mo approached him and wanted to conquer him, he also had such suspicious thoughts and accepted all of Sang Mo's kindness, and even agreed to be with Sang Mo.

In the end, the story ends with Sang Mo being killed by his own hands. Now Sang Mo believes what the system says, and there is a knot in Sang Mo's heart. Since he has tried before but failed, he must end up in failure or even death. This is a preconceived notion.

Sang Mo had reservations, and these reservations were based on suspicion.

Hei Xia Zi felt bitterness in his mouth and his heart was in agony. If he could, he would like to travel back in time and beat himself up.

But he could only think about it, he couldn't travel through time, and it didn't happen in this life. He still didn't understand why his memory was awakened.

Is it reincarnation with memories? Or will the system erase the memory and adjust the timeline to start over?

Just as he thought of this, he heard Sang Mo say: "Actually, it's not necessary. Your life is in your own hands. I just need to know your feelings."

These words sounded very fake. Although Sang Mo said it sincerely, it was obvious that they just passed through his ears and out of his mind without reaching his heart at all.

Hei Xia Zi wanted to say something, but at this moment it seemed that no matter how much he said, it would all be glib, so he hid his smile and ate his meal in silence.

Sang Mo saw that he was silent and didn't say anything, just concentrating on eating quietly.

After dinner, Sang Mo stood in the courtyard with a cigarette in his mouth, enjoying the night breeze and the night view. Hei Xiazi came to his side, and he said, "Before you came, were you thinking that if I lost my memory, you would definitely help me regain my memory?"

"Or even if I can't find it back, you will definitely make me, who has lost my memory, agree to be with you again."

Hei Xiazi paused while lighting his cigarette, and said, holding the cigarette in his mouth, "This is it."

He really didn't expect Sang Mo to guess all this. It seemed that since the day he expressed his feelings to Sang Mo, there were many things he didn't expect and didn't foresee.

Seeing that Sang Mo didn't say anything, he asked, "Why are you asking this suddenly?"

Sang Mo thought for a moment and said, "I just want to confirm whether my guess is correct, nothing else."

After a pause, Sang Mo persuaded again: "Actually, you don't have to go with me. I'm serious. If I encounter anything in the forbidden area, I might lose my memory."

"I lost my memory in the forbidden area last time, didn't I?"

"You seemed to be there at the time."

Hei Xiazi nodded his chin and said, "I was there that time. The mute and I didn't expect that you would suddenly awaken the Ju Mang bloodline, which led to a blood conflict and you lost your memory after waking up."

"But, Sang Mo, don't chase me away. Like I said before, life and death are all determined by fate."

Sang Mo raised his eyebrows and asked, "You seem to believe in fate?"

Hei Xia Zi remained silent. He was taken in by Master Qi Baye when he was very young. At that time, Master Qi Baye had told him his fortune.

But Mr. Qi Ba didn't tell him the divination. He was actually very curious at the time, but he couldn't pry Mr. Qi Ba's mouth open.

Later, he learned some fortune-telling skills, but how could a fortune-teller tell his own fortune? Even now, he is still somewhat curious about the original divination, but he no longer wants to know as much.

He felt that fate was an extremely mysterious thing, and sometimes one had to believe in some things. If fate did not exist, how could these injustices happen?

In fact, fate is the culprit that creates regrets.

Sang Mo did not continue the topic. He felt it was inappropriate to discuss such a profound and philosophical topic with a boyfriend he had just agreed to date.

He changed the subject and said, "The room and the bed have been cleaned up. It's in the room on the left side of the first floor."

"If you insist on accompanying me to the forbidden area, I will not dissuade you, and you can rest assured."

Hei Xiazi exhaled a puff of smoke and replied softly, "Yeah."

Neither of them spoke again after that, smoking silently in the night breeze. Bai Gui leaned against the door frame with his arms folded over his chest, looking at the backs of the tall and short figures, and sighed in his heart for his good friend Si Jingxing.

Why did he leave suddenly?

Could it be that he really said something wrong, which caused Si Jingxing to give up on Sang Mo as his observation target?

Perhaps Si Jingxing really took his words to heart. Since Sang Mo was a friend, they couldn't make the relationship rigid and put him in a dilemma.

Besides, there are so many interesting people in this world, and Si Jingxing always finds a target that interests him. As for the gradual decrease in interest after contact, there is no need to say it out loud to ruin his mood.

He put down his hands and lit a cigarette for himself, and began to think about the three places where intuition appeared that Sang Mo mentioned.

Deserts, snow-capped mountains, the Dead Sea—

Sang Mo's voice suddenly floated over, "Dead Man's Ditch."

Bai Gui looked over and saw Sang Mo walking towards them. He continued to say, "Snow Mountain, Dead Man's Valley."

"Do you know where it is?"

Bai Gui groaned, "Xinjiang?"

Sang tilted his head, and his intuition seemed to be this place. He nodded his chin hesitantly and said, "Let's go there."

"We've reached Dead Man's Ditch. If this is the place we're looking for, I should be able to remember some clues."

The white ghost said in a deep voice: "Okay, we will set off tomorrow, so you have to get up early tomorrow morning."

After saying this, he suddenly remembered something, and looked at Hei Xia Zi, saying, "I'm sorry, you've just arrived and you have to leave. You should have a good rest tonight. The journey is long, and we need to take turns driving."

Hei Xiazi nodded and said, "No problem, I'll drive at night and you drive during the day."

The evil spirit volunteered, "I can drive at night, too. Bai Gui, can your vengeful spirit drive? If not, let him learn how to drive."

"This way, we can drive at night, and you can rest better, and you can also drive at full speed during the day."

The corner of Bai Gui's mouth twitched, "Sang Mo, did you teach the evil spirit how to drive?"

Sang Mo replied uncertainly, "Maybe?"

Who knows who Nannan learned her driving skills from? Based on his understanding of Nannan, she is not only smart and educated, but also seems to know a lot of things.

Hei Xia Zi secretly sighed. White ghosts can see evil spirits and can also hear evil spirits speak. This makes it seem as if he is the only outsider. He feels a little lost and bad.

Sang Mo said, "Let's go, soak our feet and go to sleep."

It is comfortable to soak your feet in a warm soak in the winter. Although he does not feel his feet are cold when he sleeps, he has walked a lot today and his soles feel comfortable after soaking his feet in a warm soak.

Four people sat on wooden chairs, each with a wooden tub for soaking their feet, and their faces showed relaxation.

Yunfeng also brought a box of beer and placed it there, saying shamelessly: "Drinking beer while soaking in a herbal foot bath is the most refreshing thing."

Sang Mo was just about to reach for a bottle of beer when the system popped up in his mind.

[Host, don’t drink!] You are not a good drinker, you speak the truth when you are drunk! 】

【......】

Sang Mo's mouth twitched, and he waved his hand to decline, "I don't want to drink, so please do as you please."

Hei Xia Zi's heart was startled. It seemed that alcohol was Sang Mo's weakness. He had to hide it well so that no one else could know about it.