Chapter 132 Brother Sang Mo
Sang Mo pinched his chin and pretended to be thinking, but he was actually asking the system in his heart.
[Tongzi, you said that if A Zi and I exchanged blood, it would be considered as temporarily possessing a rare and strong bloodline. Then if the three bloodlines coexist, is it possible to ease the conflict between the two bloodlines? 】
[Host wants to use the iron triangle principle? Although you can give it a try, that would mean a blood transfusion, there is no need to go to this extent. 】
[Even white ghosts are not afraid of risks, so why should I be afraid? If the conflict between the two bloodlines can be alleviated, it would be a temporary solution to the amnesia. 】
Sang Mo actually doesn't care about his amnesia, and he doesn't have any strong desire to pursue memory.
But he hated the feeling of being separated. It was clear that there was a desire to die lurking in his heart, but after losing his memory, he developed a desire to survive. He disliked and even annoyed the constant feeling of being separated.
No matter how good a normal person is, sooner or later he will be driven into schizophrenia by such a sense of separation. Rather than being tortured by such a sense of separation, it is better to torture yourself by wishing for death before losing your memory.
This sense of separation is caused by amnesia. If amnesia can be cured, Sang Mo feels that any price will be worth it.
After all, it's just a death, which is just what I wanted, and I don't have to suffer the torture of life and death anymore.
He nodded in agreement and said, "Okay, but let me be clear, if anything unexpected happens to her after the blood transfusion, such as death, I will not be responsible."
Maybe the white ghost hated him because of this and killed him, which would be the best of both worlds.
Sang Mo felt that he seemed to have been using his brain more and more recently, and it was all because of his amnesia.
There was surprise in Bai Gui's eyes. He didn't expect Sang Mo to be so straightforward without any hesitation or shyness!
He suddenly felt a little warm in his heart. He looked at Sang Mo's beautiful but slightly decadent eyes and said, "What you are worried about will not happen. Without your help, her final outcome would also be death."
"You gave me hope, but you will also give me the possibility of disappointment. No matter what the outcome is, I will accept it."
Sang Mo clicked his tongue, "You see it very clearly."
If this is true, then it seems that he cannot achieve the best of both worlds.
"Okay then, you get ready first, and call me when you're ready. And by the way, prepare a room for me, I want to lie down."
Bai Gui looked at him deeply, turned around and walked in front of him to lead the way. "There are no extra rooms. You can rest in my room for the time being."
"Don't worry, I know you have mysophobia, and I have mysophobia too, so I will change your bed sheets."
Sang Mo stared at his back for two seconds and made a request, "By the way, get me some food and boil some bath water. I want to take a bath."
He just took a rough look at this ancient building and estimated that people living in such a remote place might not have installed a water heater or something like that.
To be honest, it's really uncomfortable to be sticky all over, and Sang Mo is not being pretentious on purpose.
Bai Gui called out, "Yun Feng, go prepare these first."
Yunfeng smiled shyly and walked downstairs quickly.
Bai Gui took Sang Mo to the third floor. Just as he had told Sang Mo, there were only four sets of clothes in the closet all year round.
After entering the room, the first thing Sang Mo noticed was the wardrobe, a yellow pear wood wardrobe that was quite old.
Bai Gui noticed his gaze and said, "I'm rarely at home. There's only this bed in the room besides the wardrobe and the desk. There are a lot of mosquitoes in the mountains. I'll bring some wormwood to fumigate the area later."
Sang Mo waved his hand, "No need."
Bai Gui realized belatedly that Sang Mo was of Qilin bloodline. He laughed and said, "I actually forgot about this. Those mosquitoes don't dare to get close to you at all."
"Okay, wait for me to get the sheets to change. This quilt is still an autumn quilt. I'll find you a winter quilt."
Sang Mo watched him leave the room, walked to the window, opened the wooden window, and looked at the scene outside in a daze.
This ancient Miao-style building is built on the mountainside. It takes a very long stone road to get up. Standing on the third floor and looking down, you can only see a vaguely winding path hidden in the white mist.
The scenery is very beautiful. Facing the east, when you open the window in the morning, you can see the rising sun hidden in the white clouds and mist. It is definitely a fairyland-like scene.
Sang Mo closed his eyes and felt the mountain breeze blowing across his face, "It's not only quiet, but also comfortable."
This is a good place to live in seclusion.
Sang Mo couldn't help but think that maybe he should also find a place like this and build a house like this.
The house will be equipped with a lot of modern furniture and equipment, and he will also plant a yellow poplar tree next to the house.
No, why should we plant the yellow locust tree?
Sang Mo opened his eyes, and it seemed that he had some memories about the yellow locust tree, but he couldn't remember it for the time being.
[Tongzi, do you know the yellow locust tree? 】
[I know. Why did the host suddenly think of asking this? 】
[Nothing much, I just suddenly remembered to plant a yellow poplar tree. 】
[It seems that the host has a vague impression of the yellow poplar tree. In fact, the host planted a yellow poplar tree for the first time, on Mingxi Mountain, which was once the home built by the host. 】
[Where is Mingxi Mountain?] 】
[In Motuo in the Tibetan area, the yellow poplar tree grew lushly in the extreme cold and snow. The host once fed it with unicorn blood. In just a few decades, it looked like a century-old tree. 】
[So...that house is mine, and I built it for Zhang Qiling? 】
【...Yes. 】
Sang Mo silently took out a cigarette and lit it. The smoke slowly covered his eyes and he smiled silently.
Zhang Qiling didn’t remember, and he didn’t remember either.
Relatively fair, yet unfair.
...
In the evening, after dinner.
After resting for half an hour, Sang Mo stood up and said, "Let's go and exchange blood."
Bai Gui seemed to want to say something but hesitated. In the end, he said nothing. He stood up silently and followed Sang Mo upstairs.
When I entered the room, Ah Zi was still awake and not asleep.
Meeting her lifeless yet clear and pure eyes, Sang Mo was slightly stunned. He thought that this was a very simple and kind girl.
Ah Zi forced a smile, "Brother Sang Mo, can I call you that?"
Sang nodded.
Ah Zi said with some effort: "My brother told me this afternoon. I'm sorry for having to ask you to help me."
Sang Mo shook his head, "It's not a burden and I don't owe you anything. Your brother has helped me twice before, just exchanging some blood, it's not a big help."
Ah Zi just looked at him with a somewhat desolate smile, which seemed somewhat sad in Sang Mo's eyes.
Maybe A Zi lives only for the people around her. In fact, she has already prepared herself to die calmly.
For a moment, Sang Mo didn't know whether to sigh or express empathy and pity. His own situation was not much better, so how could he have the leisure to express sympathy and sigh?
He just smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Everyone will die one day. What matters is whether you can get true liberation when you die."
"Death is not the end, liberation is."
Ah Zi looked into his eyes, and a relaxed smile appeared on her face, "Brother Sang Mo, you are very good and special."
Bai Gui, who was standing aside and witnessing the conversation between the two, turned his head slightly and closed his eyes to suppress the mist filling up his eyes.
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