Chapter 058 I Can't Kill You
A green flower ornament suddenly appeared between Sang Mo's eyebrows. The mark of the flower ornament looked like two parallel curved lines that were about to intertwine.
Bai Gui stared at the mark, with a wanton arc at the corner of his mouth. He squatted down and pushed away Jie Yuchen's hand that was supporting Sang Mo.
Xie Yuchen looked at him, his face cold and murderous intent in his eyes, and his hand that was pushed away swept towards the white ghost.
The white ghost blocked with his hand and said jokingly: "Don't do that, I don't want to fight with you at this time."
"Get out of the way. This is between Sang Mo and me. You don't seem to be Sang Mo's friend. Don't mind your own business. I have a bad temper."
Xie Yuchen felt the strength in the opponent's arm. He was indeed a tough guy, but what Xie Dangjia was least afraid of was tough guys.
He sneered, "I don't care what the relationship between you and Sang Mo is, but if you can stab me in the back, what kind of friend are you?"
Bai Gui raised his eyebrows and said with a long sigh, "I didn't say I was Sang Mo's friend, but I will be in the future."
After saying this, Bai Gui no longer looked at Jie Yuchen. He reached out and touched the mark on Sang Mo's forehead, thinking that it could not be wrong.
It is the mark of Ju Mang.
Then he pulled Sang Mo over and unzipped Sang Mo's hoodie with one hand, revealing the wound on his back and the blue tattoo that had already appeared.
This blue tattoo occupied half of Sang Mo's shoulder blade and did not extend to the entire back. The bloody wound somewhat destroyed the integrity of the tattoo.
But, it is indeed a Ju Mang tattoo.
He is not a descendant of Ju Mang, but he was recognized by Ju Mang as his master. It seems that the last time he stabbed Sang Mo and pushed him into the river, he was giving Sang Mo a chance to inherit the throne.
What a coincidence!
With Ju Mang's legacy, it is difficult for Sang Mo to die.
Xie Yuchen also noticed the blue tattoo on Sang Mo's left back. He wanted to take a closer look at the tattoo, but he didn't expect the tattoo to slowly disappear under Sang Mo's skin.
Seeing this, Bai Gui silently put the hoodie back on Sang Mo and said to him, "Are you awake?"
"If you're awake, follow me."
Sang Mo looked at Bai Gui with a pair of lifeless eyes, it was really fucked up.
[Unknown energy has repaired the damaged part of the host's heart. Host, even if it is not a malicious suicide, it seems that you can't die now...]
[Ha, shit.] 】
He thought that this unknown energy had side effects, but the side effects have not yet manifested themselves. Instead, it repaired the damage to his internal organs twice in a row!
Sang Mo raised his hand and wiped his back, which was stained with blood. He nodded silently, as if he was responding to Bai Gui's words just now.
The white ghost pulled him up, put his hood on, turned around and walked towards the tomb door.
Sang Mo used his fingers to push back the bangs that were covering his eyes, and slightly tidied up the hair that was messed up by the hood. He took a step forward and caught up with the white ghost.
Xie Yuchen quickly grabbed his arm, "Sang Mo."
Sang Mo turned sideways and looked at Xie Yuchen with dead eyes.
Xie Yuchen felt a little flustered and helpless when he saw such a look. He intuitively felt that if he just let Sang Mo leave like this, there would be no possibility of seeing him again.
All he could say was: "Promise."
"Let's go together, whether we leave or go deeper."
Sang Mo stared at him, stretched out his right hand to cover the back of Xie Yuchen's hand that was holding his arm, and slowly pried open his fingers one by one.
[No one will take a promise seriously if it cannot be fulfilled.] 】
Xie Yuchen's hands were completely pried apart, Sang Mo turned sideways and continued walking, catching up with the white ghost in front.
He needed to figure out what the bead and the unknown energy were. If they were only beneficial to him, they must be removed.
If it is not removed one day, he will have no hope of death.
Xie Yuchen looked at his empty hand, which seemed to still have the warmth of Sang Mo. He raised his head and looked at Sang Mo's back, and ordered in a cold voice: "Let's go and follow them."
However, no matter how fast they move, there is still a time lag.
At this moment, the two huge stone doors of the tomb suddenly made a creaking sound and gathered together and closed.
The evil spirit said: 'It's the ghost inside. '
'I asked him to close the door to prevent them from chasing out. '
Sang Mo's eyes moved slightly and his footsteps paused for a moment. He took out his cell phone and typed: Don't hurt him.
The evil spirit sighed, "Don't worry, master, he will get out alive." '
"Sang Mo——" Along with Xie Yuchen's shout, the evil spirit emitted a strange sound wave.
Like a gurgling sound, the stone door of the tomb closed quickly, and an equally strange gurgling sound floated from inside, as if responding to the evil spirit.
Without the light of the fire, the empty darkness seemed dead silent and dull.
It seems that the tearing scream is still echoing in my ears...
The white ghost turned around from the darkness and said, "If you are so cruel to yourself, why can't you be a little crueler to others?"
Obviously, he had learned the content of this giggling conversation from the resentful ghost beside him.
Sang Mo looked at him, his tongue swirling around in his mouth, trying to speak, but no sound came out.
The white ghost let out a nervous laugh, "If you find what I just said offensive, just pretend I didn't say it."
"Let's go to the deepest part of the tiankeng."
Sang Mo let out a silent sigh. It was not that he was not cruel to other people, but that was Xie Yuchen.
Xie Yuchen was not wrong, and neither were the other four.
The mistake is that everyone has a different position, stance, and personal experience. It is normal to have such suspicion, distrust, and even exploitation.
Putting himself in his shoes, Sang Mo thought what would happen if one day someone suddenly appeared, did some strange things, had mysterious abilities, but treated him well with all his heart.
Anyone with a little bit of common sense knows that this is a conspiracy and a sinister plot.
So their reactions and their responses should be like this.
This is his own business, his own way of survival. If he can survive, it is his ability. If he fails, he can only blame himself for not being as skilled as others.
Even if the desire to live is wiped out and only the desire to die remains, what does it have to do with them?
They are not aware of it, so ignorance is not a crime.
There is no need to vent your anger over the failures of the previous times on this one, as that will only increase the chances and time of contact, and then continue the entanglement.
There's really no need.
Don't disturb each other and live in peace.
A white ghost murmured in the darkness ahead, "If you want to remove the things in your body, there is currently no way."
"It has chosen you. Unless I can kill you and take it away, this is the only way."
"This method would work if it were any other method, but, due to its special ability, it has entered an endless loop."
Sang Mo pursed his lips. This was really bad news.
The white ghost said again: "What's the problem with your throat? It's inconvenient to communicate like this. If there is a way to make an antidote, I will help you find the herbs."
Sang Mo calculated the time and found that there was still a lot of time left in the 124 days.
Bai Gui didn't seem to have the patience to wait for Sang Mo's answer. He continued, "I'll take care of your wounds after we get out. You'd better change your clothes. They're too dirty."
"So black clothes are more resistant to stains, and even if you bleed you won't be able to tell the depth of the bleeding."
"If you really don't have any clothes, I don't mind giving you one of my clothes, but you have to pay for it. There are only four clothes in my wardrobe."
“Wear one piece per season, leave it uncovered when it gets dirty, and continue wearing it when it’s dry.”
Sang Mo held his forehead with his hand.
"Forget it. You like wearing white clothes so much. I guess you have a bit of a mysophobia and you must dislike it. To be honest, I dislike it too."
"Hey, I'm not used to having someone following me all of a sudden, even though you are a mute for the time being."
"There's someone breathing behind me, which always makes me want to draw my sword."
"But I can't kill you."
"Oh shit."
Sang Mo, "......"
He is the one who should say these two words!
Oh shit.
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