Chapter 179: Careful Thoughts
However, this feeling of resentment calmed down when he thought of Sang Mo's mission.
The plot mission triggered by Sang Mo this time is to protect him from getting hurt and losing his memory.
A successful mission will reward you with a hundred years of Qi cultivation and the Six-Storage Immortal Thief of the Eight Wonders.
The punishment for mission failure is 72 hours of disembowelment, 72 electric shocks, and unlimited hearing and vocal cord deprivation.
This is what Hei Xia Zi told him. He said this before the evil spirit arrived at Shapo. Hei Xia Zi also said: This time Sang Mo lost his memory and remembered him, and he only remembered the memory of being killed by him with a bullet through the forehead.
This is also the reason why Sang Mo broke up with the blind man. Sang Mo didn't want to be with the person who killed him.
Zhang Qiling looked at Sang Mo who was cooking, and the resentment in his heart calmed down, but he also gave rise to a complex guilt. He did not kill Sang Mo personally, but Sang Mo was facing death because of the failure of the strategy time limit. In fact, it could be said that he killed Sang Mo.
What's more, one of the triggered tasks is to prevent him from losing his memory.
This means that according to the original plot hint, Tamudu and his party will lose their memory again this time.
Although he still doesn't know under what circumstances he lost his memory, the plot prompts were correct and the tasks triggered by the system would not go wrong either.
How could Zhang Qiling not feel complicated and worried? He had imagined what would happen if he had an attack of amnesia, perhaps forgetting about Sang Mo.
But he really didn't expect that this problem, which he had imagined once and dared not imagine again, would make him so uncomfortable when it was actually brought to the table!
Not only will he forget Sang Mo, but he will also make Sang Mo fail in his mission and be punished!
No, he must not lose his memory this time. He can accept losing his memory again after leaving Tamuto, but he must not let Sang Mo be punished!
Zhang Qiling's eyes were determined. He had thought of a way to deal with the situation. As long as he stayed with Sang Mo, he could avoid losing his memory with the help of his mind's voice.
At this moment, Sang Mo finished his work and threw the simple spatula into the lunch box beside him. There was no other way. The conditions were simple when he was away from home. Even the spatula was made of several pairs of disposable chopsticks tied together.
It's enough to be able to cook and flip the pan, and don't pursue the comfort and convenience of being at home.
"Just simmer it for another 15 minutes." He lit a cigarette for himself as he spoke, smoking and gazing into the distance with the look of a sage.
Zhang Qiling followed his gaze and saw a stretch of yellow sand on the horizon, bordering the dusk in the sky, with bright and dazzling clouds.
The sunset in the desert is really beautiful, with the entire view filled with red and yellow colors.
"Master, the scenery here has a unique charm. The snow-capped mountains are sad, beautiful and pure, and here is sunset and dusk."
Hearing the evil spirit's words, Sang Mo raised his chin and said, "Yes, sunset is approaching dusk."
He took out his cell phone from his pocket and recorded the scene, thinking to himself, "Even if I lose my memory in the future, I still have the photo to prove that I have been here." 】
There are some scenes that cannot be described by the system or evil spirits, but by looking at the photos one can understand the shock and excitement that this natural scenery brings.
The native pixels of the smartphone can perfectly preserve this scene. Sang Mo stared at the photos in the phone again and again, "Why do I always feel like something is missing?"
The evil spirit was curious, "What's missing? The master said something like this before."
Sang Mo shook his head, "I don't know, I can't remember."
He put his phone away, deciding not to think about the sudden weird feeling.
A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and Sang Mo brought down the iron pot. "Stewed potato rice, serve yourself if you want."
He was obviously the cook, but he didn't take the lunch box to get the rice.
Ah Ning asked him, "You want to eat, why don't you start eating?"
Sang Mo said, "I don't really want to eat. Maybe I'm too full from the noodles I just ate."
Ah Ning, "......"
Can you be full with just that little bit of noodles?
What kind of sparrow stomach is this?
Aning pulled the corner of her mouth, not knowing how to complain. He ate even less than her, so she shouldn't have taken out the bag of rice just now.
Save as much as you can!
This is a good thing for Nan Xia Bei Ya. Don't you see that these two people are already serving the rice very consciously?
Aning raised her hand to support her forehead. Her already not very good mood suddenly showed signs of getting worse because of this.
She had actually been worried about the people who were separated, but after an entire afternoon of searching, she had found nothing and didn't know how she would spend the night.
It is not surprising to die in such a sandstorm, but if he died because of untimely search and rescue, he was the person she brought out personally after all.
A sense of responsibility naturally drives her to worry.
Night was gradually falling. Sang Mo looked at the night sky for a while and then returned to the tent, leaving only his back to everyone.
Looking at Sang Mo's back at this moment, Hei Xia Zi didn't know why, but he saw a bit of loneliness and solitude in this back.
Actually...Sang Mo has always been lonely.
Once this idea arises, it can never be shaken off. Lonely people want to huddle together for warmth, but due to life threats and suspicions from others, they eventually sink into loneliness.
Hei Xiazi lowered his eyes and swallowed the taste of rust in his mouth.
Aning stood up and said, "Go to bed early, Wu Laosi, you take care of it tonight, and we will continue the search and rescue work tomorrow morning."
After she said this, she glanced at Nan Xia and Bei Ya, and her eyes flashed with interest. These two people treated Sang Mo differently.
Hei Xia Zi, who usually acts nonchalant and frivolous, rarely shows any sign of acting frivolous. Zhang Xiba, who usually keeps silent, surprisingly shows some emotion in his eyes. Although he still has an expressionless face, the emotions in his eyes are too rich.
They all seem to like Sang Mo?
This realization gradually improved Aning's not-so-good mood.
Watching a good show and enjoying the fun sometimes really makes people feel better. Maybe this is the fun of eating melons.
She returned to the tent with a smile on her face, her eyes revealing undisguised pride. Sorry, she and Sang Mo were sharing a tent.
Let these two blind and mute people be envious and jealous!
Seeing Aning walk into the tent and close the door curtain, Hei Xia Zi sighed and asked Zhang Qiling, "Mute, what happened during my visit to Lancuo?"
It was so bad that Sang Mo had to avoid suspicion and ran to share a tent with Aning!
Zhang Qiling, "......"
It would have been better if the blind man didn't mention it. As soon as he mentioned it, he remembered Wu Xie's speechless and amazing behavior. If Wu Xie hadn't done this, and he had used his interruption technique to lie beside the cushion, would Sang Mo have run to squeeze into a tent with Aning?
In fact, it’s not bad to share a tent with Aning. Although the conditions are limited, it’s better than sharing a tent with Sang Mo and other mercenaries.
But, never mind.
Zhang Qiling remained silent.
Through eye contact, Hei Xia Zi clearly saw the speechlessness and impatience in the mute's eyes. He guessed that something speechless must have happened, and the mute was not in the mood to explain.
That should be Wu Xie, right?
Apart from Wu Xie, Hei Xia Zi really couldn't think of anyone else who would get close to Sang Mo, and made Sang Mo avoid suspicion and make the move of staying in the same tent with An Ning.
Wu Xie, who was wandering aimlessly in the desert, suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his arms and said, "Xiao Hua, are you cold?"
Xie Yuchen said calmly: "Wu Xie, I advise you to talk less and conserve your energy. Talking too much will make you thirsty, and we only have one pot of water."
Wu Xie wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Although it is a little difficult, Xiaohua, don't worry, we will not die."
Xie Yuchen raised his eyebrows, "You are too confident. Besides, you also said that Sang Mo's thoughts only mentioned the wet quicksand, and did not say that we were rescued."
Wu Xie laughed and said firmly: "Xiaohua, this is intuition."
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