Chapter 130 How to Save
That night.
Xie Yuchen returned to the Xie Mansion, and as expected, Sang Mo did not go home. This was the reply he received from the staff arranged by the Dijing Building when he just got off the car.
He had expected this situation, and felt more and more that it was the right thing to do not get close to Sang Mo, although he had a vague awareness in his heart warning him that he might regret it later.
"Master, the Third Young Master of the Wu family is here and is waiting in the living room."
Xie Yuchen frowned slightly, "When did he come? Why didn't he call to inform me?"
Jie Jiu replied, "I just got here not long ago, and I thought you were on your way back, so I didn't notify you."
Xie Yuchen nodded, changed his pace and walked towards the living room.
In the living room, Wu Xie was drinking tea. He picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and took a bite to chew. Apart from anything else, the chef at Xiaohua Mansion was really good.
The last time he came over, the snacks served were mung bean cakes and crabapple cakes. By the time Xiaohua came back, he had finished both plates of cakes by himself and drank a pot of Mingqian Longjing tea.
Wu Xie had only eaten two pieces of osmanthus cake when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw that it was Xiaohua.
He quickly took a bite of the osmanthus cake, chewed it quickly and wiped the residue from the corner of his mouth, and smiled bitterly, "Xiaohua, you're back!"
Xie Yuchen, "......"
It was really a bit eye-popping. His eyes twitched slightly and he asked, "What do you want to see me about this time?"
Wu Xie took another big sip of tea, then swallowed the cake in his mouth, and said with a simple smile: "I just came here to ask how the investigation is going. How are you going to deal with Uncle Jie's funeral?"
Xie Yuchen sat down on the mahogany chair. Before he could say anything, Wu Xie's words came again, "Xiaohua, why don't you say something? By the way, have you contacted Hei Ye and the others?"
"I couldn't get through to my brother on the phone. How is Sang Mo doing these days? Still no news from him?"
Xie Yuchen rubbed his temples. He was surrounded by so many questions at once that he didn't want to talk anymore.
Wu Xie came forward and said a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, Xiaohua, I was just anxious and asked too many questions. You look very tired. Did something happen again?"
Xie Yuchen thought about it and said this selectively, "I saw Sang Mo. He was sick and had to go to the hospital for an IV. But he lost his memory again. I guess he will be gone for a while."
Wu Xie, “?”
He was shocked. "What the hell? He lost his memory again?"
"No, how did he get sick?"
Xie Yuchen sighed, "The punishment for failing the mission is blindness, loss of taste, and a white ghost following you. As for more, I don't know, so don't ask me."
Wu Xie, "..."
After a pause, Xie Yuchen continued, "Has your third uncle contacted you?"
"Did your uncle say anything?"
Wu Xie grabbed a handful of melon seeds in his palm, sat down and peeled the shells while saying, "I did receive a text message from Third Uncle, but he didn't show up."
"There was no movement from my second uncle. I went to see him with the text message, and he just said that since my third uncle was still alive, I didn't need to worry about it. I didn't need to care about these things. I just had to let things go. My third uncle was an adult and knew what he was doing."
"You know what kind of person my second uncle is, so how can you get any useful information?"
At this point, Wu Xie was filled with resentment. "Everyone kept it a secret from me. There must be some conspiracy between Uncle San and Uncle Jie. But now Uncle Jie is gone, and Uncle San doesn't show up..."
"Xiaohua, how is your investigation into Uncle Xie's death going?"
Xie Yuchen shook his head slowly, "No progress, you haven't eaten yet, eat first."
After hearing this, Wu Xie could only suppress his words. He really hadn't eaten yet, so he got up and followed Xie Yuchen to the restaurant to eat.
At the dinner table, Xie Yuchen suddenly said, "Stay at my place tonight. You can stay in a hotel if you go out. I've asked Xie Jiu to arrange a room for you."
Wu Xie thought about it and nodded, "Okay."
After dinner, Xie Yuchen sent Wu Xie to the guest room and then returned to his own room.
The room was pitch black, and every door and window was closed with pure black curtains. Xie Yuchen took off his coat and hung it on the floor-standing clothes rack, then went to the bathroom to take a shower.
After taking a shower, he lay on the bed in his pajamas. In fact, falling asleep every night is a very time-consuming task, because he was afraid to fall asleep for a long time, which led to his difficulty in falling asleep.
He lay on the bed with his eyes closed, feeling the darkness and listening to his own breathing. He didn't know how long it had been before he finally felt a little sleepy.
He fell into a light sleep in a daze, and Sang Mo suddenly appeared in his drowsy consciousness. But for some reason, he couldn't see Sang Mo's face clearly, but he knew very clearly that this person was Sang Mo.
Is it a dream?
Xie Yuchen suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand to rub his temples, and sighed to himself that he was indeed dreaming. But why was Sang Mo in his dream?
He looked at the time. It was already 2 o'clock in the morning. There was no light coming in from outside. He closed his eyes again.
Then, I dreamed of Sang Mo again in confusion——
...
A week later, in a mountain called Yaoshan in northern Yunnan.
Sang Mo looked at the ancient building of the Miao village in front of him and sighed sincerely, "Your family is quite rich, you must be a landowner."
The corner of Bai Gui's eye twitched slightly, "I can't compare to a rich second generation like you."
Sang Mo waved his hand, "The legacy left by my parents is a good thing."
In fact, it is better to use a fake identity created by the system, but how can I say these words?
They stopped and started along the way, mainly because of the repeated torment of the patient Sang Mo. When leaving Beijing, Bai Gui got off the highway five times, twice to go to the city hospital for infusion, and the other three times to eat.
It took a week to get back to Yaoshan, but it was shorter than expected. Bai Gui walked ahead, "Follow me."
Sang Mo's eyes were visible this morning. At that time, the car was still on the way to Yaoshan. If it weren't for Bai Gui leading the way, not many outsiders could find this place.
"Now that we've come to this point, I should ask you about the person you want me to save this time... Who is he to you? What's your relationship?"
The white ghost replied in a deep voice: "My sister."
Sang Mo raised his eyebrows, "Is your sister sick?"
It seems that the only situations that require the use of Ju Mang's inherited ability, except for serious injuries, are terminal illnesses.
Bai Gui said: "No, it's a blood disease. You can also understand it as a congenital genetic disease."
"Her bloodline is too pure, but she is born weak and cannot bear such a pure and rich bloodline. As she grows older, the burden brought by the bloodline becomes greater, and her heart is failing day by day."
"If we don't find a solution, she will die of heart failure. She only has two months left."
Sang Mo groaned, "Then how can I save him?"
The white ghost was silent, and found it difficult to speak for a moment.
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