Chapter 274 Self-PUA

Three years is enough time to do a lot of things, especially since you don’t have to work to earn money and you can live in such a remote place.

In addition to finding something to entertain himself every day, Sang Mo also completely straightened out his health problems in the past three years.

For example, the Qiangliang inheritance and the Qilin bloodline that once fought in his stomach, and the Xuanming inheritance that was later swallowed up, made his stomach suffer from indigestion all the time. Wasn't that his suffering?

Although the three energies were still in his stomach, there was no fighting.

Sang Mo felt that this thing could not be devoured and refined into Qi for the time being, so maybe it would be of some use if he kept it. Moreover, it could not be easily refined in the first place, but it did not prevent him from using intimidation and intimidation, which made the three energies relatively calm.

To be honest, only Qiangliang and Xuanming were threatened and intimidated. The Qilin bloodline is actually very well behaved, unlike these two who would take the initiative to cause trouble.

Hearing Zhang Qiling's words, Sang Mo stroked his cheek with his fingers emitting a silver-blue halo, and all the memories sealed deep in Zhang Qiling's mind were activated.

Sang Mo didn't check it out. After making sure that the dusty memories were activated, he took out the memory fragments of Zhang Qiling he had obtained and used them, and then continued the operation.

Amnesia is a disease, but for Shuangquanshou it is just like a minor cold, and it is very easy to cure a minor cold.

Sang Mo even discovered something strange in this operation. He found a mass of unknown energy body inside, which seemed like a sealed energy body and showed no signs of activity.

He asked the system, [What is this? 】

[Host, Tongzi doesn’t know either. Let me test it first.] 】

【Testing...】

[Host...this seems to be a kind of inherited memory? Maybe it's a gift from heaven? Or is it the inherited memory inside the Corpse-Eating Pill? Anyway, no matter what it is, it's not fun. 】

After receiving this answer, Sang Mo raised his eyebrows, and the ball of energy wrapped in silver-blue was instantly crushed.

The energy released after the explosion was completely destroyed by the silver-blue energy, leaving nothing behind.

After doing all this, Sang Mo carefully checked Zhang Qiling's physical condition again, and erased the hidden injuries. He withdrew his hands only after making sure that there was no problem.

In just a few short minutes, Zhang Qiling felt an incomparable sense of relief.

The extra memories in his mind were the memories he had forgotten. Were all these memories restored? !

Zhang Qiling didn't know how he did it, but the completeness of his memory made his brain a little confused, so he could only sort it out first.

Sang Mo watched him like this without saying anything to disturb him, watching the sunset in the sky gradually sinking and darkness gradually falling.

The sky gradually darkened, and after dark, Mingzhi and other ghosts who had been hiding in the wooden house could come out and move around freely.

Mingzhi came out and said, "My Lord, Nannan said the meal is ready, we can eat now."

Sang Mo nodded. Mingzhi glanced at Zhang Qiling, who had no expression on his face, and said, "My lord, I'll take them out for a walk first."

Go out for some fresh air.

Sang Mo hummed, "Go ahead."

During these three years, I have had Nannan and Mingzhi accompany me, so I am not without someone to talk to.

Zhang Qiling had sorted out his memories. He looked up at Sang Mo, his eyes as gentle as spring water. "Sang Mo, how can I see them and talk to them?"

He didn't want to be an outsider, and this feeling was particularly strong every time Sang Mo communicated with evil spirits.

Although it seemed like he was asking for something from Sang Mo, after all, Sang Mo had just helped him and cured his amnesia, and even restored all his memories. It seemed that while curing his amnesia, Sang Mo also helped him clear the hidden injuries in his body.

However, since Sang Mo said that she had a mouth, Zhang Qiling automatically understood that he should speak out whatever he was thinking. He didn't want to be an outsider, so he just said it out loud.

Since he had already been helped to solve his amnesia, he could only shamelessly express his need.

Sang Mo clicked his tongue, "You want the ghost eye?"

Zhang Qiling tilted his head, his confused expression immediately hit the spot of Sang Mo's excitement, he said: "The white ghost has ghost eyes because of the strong bloodline."

"If you want the ghost eyes, I can transform your bloodline into a strong one."

"If you don't want the Ghost Eye, the Trickster Way is not easy to learn, or I can't teach you. You know, my Trickster Way is a reward for system integration."

Zhang Qiling hummed, "I have Qilin blood and Yama blood in my body. If I transform it into a strong bloodline..."

[Three bloodlines... I seem to be greedy, but I just want to be able to hear when you communicate with evil spirits and ghosts, so that I don’t feel like an outsider who knows nothing. I want to enter your circle. 】

"There's no rush. Let's go eat first. Nannan has already prepared the meal."

"Nannan's cooking skills are pretty good."

Having said this, Sang suddenly stood up, but his eyes fell on him. His eyes seemed to be saying, what are you still standing there for, stand up quickly.

Zhang Qiling stood up, and Sang Mo then took a step towards the wooden house.

After entering the wooden house, Zhang Qiling discovered that although the furnishings inside were simple, they exuded a sense of home everywhere.

There is a long gun hanging on the wall facing the door, it is an AK47 model. The main room is not very big, with only a small wooden table on which are placed several plates of delicious dishes.

There are four long benches in the four directions, and on the right side of the entrance there are several pairs of shoes, including hiking shoes, Martin boots, sneakers, and a pair of rain boots.

There is a ski board hanging on the upper wall, and ski poles are placed on one side. Next to it are also hanging a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat. Further back is a door leading to the kitchen next to it, where the stove can be seen.

There were several fishing rods and fish baskets hanging on the left side of the door, and then there was a door. Behind this door should be the bedroom. Zhang Qiling saw a wooden bed, a very simple wooden bed with a layer of cushions, light blue sheets, and a light blue pillow.

Opposite the bed was a simple floor-standing clothes rack with a row of clothes and pants hanging on it. There was a small window in the wooden wall behind the clothes rack, and the wooden window sash was supported by wooden sticks, and the wooden window sash was covered with white paper.

It's just a small wooden house, but it has too many traces of life. Sang Mo has lived here for three years. Through these things, Zhang Qiling can imagine Sang Mo's life in these three years.

Just like Sang Mo said, he occasionally goes fishing, occasionally rides a horse, and if it snows, he might even go skiing.

Although it is comfortable, no matter how interesting the fun is, it will become boring due to time, and this wooden house cannot be compared with the luxurious large flat in the Dijing Building.

Although they have a rich life, they are forced to hide here and lead a boring and secluded life.

Apart from the evil spirits and ghosts, there was no one talking.

He asked in a dry and low voice: "If we don't find you, will you wait here forever?"

Sang Mo smiled nonchalantly, "I'm not waiting, I'm just staying here and waiting."

"I'll get tired of being here, and then I'll leave."

"Everyone has his own way of living, you just happened to find me."

Zhang Qiling looked at him steadily, "I am very grateful that you are still here and let me find you."

Sang Mo said, "I just haven't gotten tired of it yet."

Retracting his gaze, he called out, "Do you still want to stand there? The food is getting cold, sit down and eat."

Zhang Qiling sat down on the wooden stool next to him. Sang Mo picked up the plate of white-cut chicken and placed it in front of him. "Try Nannan's cooking. It's much better than mine."

"I think you guys still remember that pot of snake soup. It's not that my taste buds are defective, but my cooking skills are limited and no one cooks for me, so I can only make do with what I have."

Zhang Qiling looked at the boiled chicken and felt a bitter taste in his mouth as he listened to these words.

[He really suffered a lot....]

[I feel so sad, but I can't show it, because he will think I am pitying him. But my heart hurts so much. I must learn how to cook and prepare meals for him in the future. 】

Sang Mo, "......"

It turns out that Zhang Qiling’s inner world is really full of self-PUA.