Chapter 205 My hands are a little itchy
I have been to southern Yunnan, Guangxi, Qinling Mountains, and even western Hunan and Yaoshan. I have also been to Mongolia, where I once went with Sang Mo, but I never thought that Sang Mo had gone to Germany.
In fact, Hei Xiazi thought about Germany, but because there was no flight record of Sang Mo, he ruled out Germany as a destination.
Who would have thought that Sang Mo did not take a plane to Germany? He must not have taken a plane, otherwise how could there be no flight information?
So how did Sang Mo go to Germany?
Sang Mo's voice came slowly with the sea breeze, "I went to see the school, visited the church, and walked around the house I once rented."
"You may not know this, but the house we used to rent has been demolished and rebuilt. It's a beautiful Baroque building."
"The street court where we used to play basketball is still there, but it is dilapidated, and the sycamore trees planted around it have been replaced with a second batch."
"They say they died of old age. It's time to get new trees to decorate the streets."
"Blind man, apart from the pain and suffering that people feel when they are sick or injured, the pain they feel at other times of their lives is just the emotions that arise from their values, outlook on life, and world view."
"Of course, for people like us, it is just values. The outlook on life and the world view are dispensable."
"You have a strong life. The past is the past. You are a free and unrestrained wanderer who always looks forward."
[But the prodigal son will not be bound. 】
After he finished speaking, he finished the cigarette in his mouth. He flicked the cigarette butt toward the sea surface with his fingertips and watched the cigarette butt fall into the sea with a calm expression, but it only created a shallow arc.
"But a prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold."
Hei Xia Zi's words did not cause any reaction from Sang Mo. For a deaf person, there was no sound in his world.
Besides, as the saying goes, you can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep. Even if Sang Mo heard it, he would probably just pretend not to hear it.
But the evil spirit heard these words, and Hei Xia Zi did not expect the evil spirit to convey them. Given the level of resentment the evil spirit had towards him, even if it did convey them, it would probably exaggerate.
Hei Xia Zi still has some self-awareness. He said this just to express his true thoughts at the moment.
Then I heard Sang Mo's voice saying, "The white ghost is here."
Following the line of sight, they saw a wooden boat approaching them, and the white ghost was paddling with both hands. He was sweating from the long row.
The corners of Sang Mo's mouth twitched subtly, and then he laughed and mocked, "Hey, Bai Gui, why did you use such a lame way to appear?"
"I was looking forward to how you would appear, and you really didn't disappoint me."
"Ha ha ha ha--"
The veins on Bai Gui's forehead were throbbing. "Fuck you, Sang Mo, shut up!"
After cursing, he belatedly remembered that Sang Mo had lost his hearing, which made him even more depressed but he could only stare blankly.
After finally bridging the wooden boat to the ship, Bai Gui nimbly jumped onto the deck of the ship. Looking at the wanton mocking look still on Sang Mo's face, he felt his temples twitching.
Sang Mo stopped laughing and looked up and down at Bai Gui, "You are so stingy that you can't even afford to rent a boat. You rowed the boat here yourself, why didn't you ask your vengeful spirit to help you row the boat?"
The white ghost rolled his round eyes, "It's broad daylight, do you think my white ghost is not afraid of the sun like your evil ghost?"
"Fuck, there really is something weird about you. You can even encounter this thousand-year-old evil spirit!"
Speaking of this white ghost, he was speechless again. What he said was true. During the day, he needed to collect the resentful spirits into the soul-calling flag. He was not as free as the evil spirit raised by Sang Mo.
Not only did Sang Mo create a place for the evil spirit to live on his body, but the evil spirit could also come out at any time. It was not afraid of the sunlight and could even float around in the sunlight.
This thing is truly an evil spirit. It is so full of evil that even sunlight cannot burn it out.
Sang Mo spread his hands, "Sorry, I can't hear you."
White ghost, "!!!"
"Grass!"
Damn it, he was so excited that he forgot that this guy was deaf. He couldn't help but curse, "What the hell did you do to yourself? You poisoned yourself and made yourself deaf again!"
Sang Mo kept his hands spread out. "If you want to communicate with me, the drawing board is there, or you can type it on your phone for me to see."
White ghost, "......"
fall!
He speechlessly picked up the drawing board and pen and began to write: Is this the entrance?
Sang Mo hummed, "It's right down there. The tomb that Nannan found at the beginning is said to have a yin aura that is no less than that of an imperial tomb. I think it should be a forbidden area."
The corner of Bai Gui's mouth twitched, and he simply asked the evil spirit that showed one eye behind Sang Mo'er, "It's really annoying to communicate with him. Tell me about the situation."
The evil spirit lifted his eyelids and opened them a little. "There's nothing much to say. I also sensed the yin energy here at the time. My master and I have never been there. I can only know the specific situation after I go there."
Bai Gui pinched his chin and looked at the Feng Shui pattern around him, and said suspiciously: "The Feng Shui pattern here doesn't look like a forbidden area."
The evil spirit rolled his eyes and said, "Ghost catcher, do you think a ghost like me can understand Feng Shui?"
"If I knew Feng Shui, I would have become a super powerful ghost long ago!"
The white ghost also rolled his eyes and said, "You are very powerful now, don't say such boastful words, my hands are a little itchy."
The evil spirit instantly floated out of his ears, took the drawing board and pen and started writing: Master, this dog is threatening me, he said his hands are itchy!
The white ghost's eyes jumped again, "."
A curse word came out, "Damn it, you actually told him off!"
The evil spirit waved his sleeves proudly, "You bastard, you have to look at the owner before you beat the dog, take it easy, and hold it in if you don't agree~"
White ghost, "......"
He took a deep breath, and then heard Sang Mo say, "You are really capable. You actually threatened Nannan. Aren't you afraid that she will eat your vengeful spirit?"
Bai Gui rolled his eyes again. He decided not to argue with this guy and could only change the subject by force, "Let's talk business..."
Tell your mother, Sang Mo can’t hear you!
He could only grab the drawing board and pen and write depressedly: When can you hear it? Damn, this is really inconvenient for communication!
Also, the Feng Shui layout here doesn't look like a forbidden area, you should have noticed that. Do you suspect that there is Gonggong underneath?
Sang Mo replied weakly, "Why are you talking so much nonsense? You can know the situation after you talk. It's up to you to go or not."
White ghost, "......"
After not seeing him for a while, this guy has gotten even angrier!
What could he do? He could only write back: Go, I’ll go!
After writing, he threw the drawing board to the evil spirit with some disgust, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and thought, it's not easy for him. He rowed here with great effort, and now that he was here, how could he go home?
He felt depressed while smoking, thinking that he should have called Si Jingxing earlier. At least he could help row the boat. If worst came to worst, he could just rent a boat so he wouldn't have to work so hard!
Bai Gui was just thinking about it in his mind. He hadn't heard any news about Si Jingxing recently, and he didn't know where this guy had gone.
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