Chapter 213 Green-haired Zongzi
"Bronze coffins, cellar coffins, don't approach if they are not strong enough. Vertical burial pits, box graves, move mountains and remove hills to go around. Red clothes are evil, smiling corpses, it is better to listen to ghosts crying than to hear ghosts laughing."
Sang Mo stood in front of the upright whistle coffin and said this in a low and cold voice.
After he finished speaking, he himself was a little slow to react, "Hey?"
[It’s strange, this jingle is so familiar that it has come out of my mouth by itself. 】
But Hei Xiazi also added, "The seal of the hill, the gold-touching talisman, the moving mountains and hills to find the dragon's art. People light candles, ghosts blow out the lamps, survey the geomancy and dig up the tombs to find the star peaks. Mercury spots, raising funerary objects, countless dragon towers and treasure halls."
Bai Gui looked at Hei Xia Zi speechlessly and said earnestly, "Don't be like this. Sang Mo is deaf now. He will misunderstand that we are having a private meeting."
The corner of Hei Xia Zi's mouth twitched. Although Bai Gui had not yet come to his senses, his actions were already subconsciously moving towards Sang Mo.
He secretly sighed and glanced at Hua'erye who was standing in the shadows in silence. It seems that he has more and more love rivals!
When thinking of love rivals, Hei Xia Zi inevitably thinks of Si Jingxing, who is also a potential love rival.
The four of them plus Bai Gui and Si Jingxing, that’s six men who all have feelings for Sang Mo.
But evil deeds bring about bitter consequences. The four of them are different from Bai Gui Si Jingxing, but his and the mute's thoughts are no longer important. Bai Gui and Si Jingxing are also in the process of getting to know each other. Only Hua'er Ye and Wu Xie are still obsessed.
Sang Mo glanced at the two of them and asked, "Why are you just standing here? No one is opening the coffin, so I should do it?"
As he said this, Sang Mo raised his left hand and reached for the whistle coffin.
Zhang Qiling grabbed the back of his hand, shook his head, and spoke slowly, word by word, "No, I'll do it."
Sang Mo stared at his lips, understood the three words, and then fell on his left hand. The back of his left hand was covered by Zhang Qiling's big hand, and the man's palm and fingers were tightly covered.
Although the fit is tight, the strength is just right.
[I originally thought that the hand-holding task would be difficult, but I didn’t expect the elders to be so proactive. 】
Hei Xiazi, turn your eyes away. Is it possible that we can hear your thoughts, and that is why a mute would do this on purpose?
Otherwise, it would be enough to simply prevent the wrist from being grabbed, but how could one grab the hand?
Sang Mo bent his faqiu finger and said, "I heard that the whistle coffin needs a faqiu finger to open. I have one too."
Zhang Qiling, "......"
He spoke in the same slow way as before: "There are many traps, and you will get hurt."
[Of course I can't let you get hurt. If you get hurt, I will be punished! 】
Sang Mo rolled his eyes, but he didn't push Zhang Qiling's hand away. The requirement for holding hands was to accumulate ten minutes, so at least he should take advantage of this opportunity to accumulate it to one minute. What were a few dozen seconds?
[But why didn’t the ex-boyfriend react at all? 】
Black blind man, "......"
He had quickly turned around, pretending to be looking for other mechanisms and on guard against danger.
Sang Mo turned around and saw her ex-boyfriend looking around seriously. He didn't even notice that his hand was being held by Zhang Qiling.
[I didn’t even notice it, no, what kind of ex-boyfriend is this? 】
[He is indeed an ungrateful man. My shot was not in vain.] 】
Black blind man, "."
He really had no words to express his pain.
Sang Mo turned his head and glanced at Xie Yuchen who was in the dark, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
[Tong'er, didn't you say that in addition to Hei Xia Zi and Zhang Qiling, Xie Yuchen also remembered some memories? 】
How come he is indifferent? 】
[I think I understand. Without love, of course I will be indifferent. Even if I recall the memories, it will only add to my troubles. 】
[The host is right. Xie Yuchen is too smart. We can't beat him with our IQ level. 】
【......】
He corrected the system speechlessly, "Just discuss, don't let others' arrogance destroy your own prestige. Learn something. After all, we are both hosts of the system, and you are also a system. When it comes to being good at calculations, how can humans compare to the calculations of the program?" 】
[...Simple arithmetic ability and powerful memory function? Host, we can't just replace one thing with another like this. 】
Hei Xia Zi, who turned his back and pretended to be serious, couldn't help but raise his hand to his forehead. This stupid system is really full of flaws sometimes, but sometimes it makes people want to pick up a knife and chop it.
Xie Yuchen, who was in the dark, said, "......"
As it should be, the image he has in Sang Mo and the system's minds is that of a calculating person. This cannot be justified because it is the fact.
At this moment, Bai Gui's eyes were fixed on Sang Mo's hand that was held by Zhang Qiling. It was normal and understandable that he tried to stop the hand being held in a hurry.
But hasn't this been too long?
He was speechless and kept complaining, "No, damn it, are you two acting as nude models here? There are no artists here to paint your portraits. If you want to be a quiet handsome man, go out and be one. This is a tomb!"
Ah Ning, "......"
I don't know how excited Bei Ya, the sullen man, is in his heart. It's a rare chance to grab Sang Mo's hand, how could he let go so quickly?
But just like Bai Gui said, this is a tomb, not a place for romance, and watching a play also requires occasion.
Aning grabbed Sang Mo's wrist and pulled it away from Zhang Qiling's hand. She said, "Stop whining. If Sang Mo wants to do something, just let him do it. He's very capable. As long as he's happy, that's fine!"
Bai Gui nodded his chin, "That's right, Zhang family, those fireflies were dealt with by Sang Mo before. He wants to have some fun, so don't interfere."
Zhang Qiling, "......"
Sang Mo looked at his hand that was grabbed by Aning and then let go, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
[Tongzi, do you have a minute? 】
[Total 64 seconds.] 】
That's about right.
The hand-holding task does not require clasping of fingers tightly. Covering hands also counts as holding hands. Although it only accumulated for 64 seconds, I don't know when to find a chance to complete the remaining 536 seconds.
Sang Mo didn't have any other intentions. He was simply not a masochist. If he could complete some tasks, he could also increase his task rating, so the punishment would be relatively less.
Anyway, as long as Zhang Qiling is not injured and the hand-holding is completed, the mission rating will most likely be 85% or above, and the penalty of vomiting blood will also be reduced in time.
This was exactly what Sang Mo was thinking about. As for letting Zhang Qiling take on such a task, he had never thought about it at all.
Aning had already handed the drawing board to him. When he saw the words on it, he said, "Okay, move aside, I'll do it."
[Isn't it just a whistle coffin? Even if you have forgotten the mechanism, I still have my hands. 】
Sang Mo came to the whistle coffin and inserted his fingers into the two holes. In fact, as soon as he entered, he felt the existence of the mechanism.
He just moved his hands slightly, and all the mechanisms were shattered. The whistle coffin made a crackling sound, and the heavy coffin lid fell to the ground with a bang.
Smoke and dust rose, revealing the green-haired rice dumpling standing in the coffin.
Under the gaze of several people, the green-haired rice dumpling suddenly opened its eyes.
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