Chapter 081 Just Do Your Best
If the previous Miss Yuan was a ghost, then the Miss Yuan in front of him had a physical body.
Although he didn't know the principle behind this, Sang Mo saw this and guessed that the other party wanted his blood.
It is estimated that as early as the encounter at the funeral, the other party had already noticed the specialness of his bloodline.
Miss Yuan stood up with a smile, "Sang Mo, you are really smart. I like you more and more."
Sang Mo continued typing. After reading it, the evil spirit snorted angrily, "We originally came to you to borrow some ghosts to help guard the house, but you showed your claws first!" '
'There is no point in talking too much. When there is a fight, whoever has the bigger fist gets to do the talking! '
Sang Mo glanced at the words on the screen, then looked at the angry face of the evil spirit, and then the phone in his hand ran out of battery and turned off automatically.
He sighed silently. After all, the evil spirit was on his side, so let's do it.
Conquering others with virtue can also be considered martial virtue, not to mention that the other party is not a human but a ghost. However, should this be considered a thousand-year-old zongzi?
He asked the system in his mind: [What ability did I subconsciously use just now? 】
[Host, it’s the Weird Dao. The stronger your control over the Weird Dao, the more powerful ghosts and evil creatures you can control. 】
Sang suddenly understood, and he took out his butcher knife, just in time to see how powerful he was when he fought only by instinct.
Seeing him take out his weapon, Miss Yuan was delighted and giggled, "Sang Mo, we are friends, are you really planning to fight me with knives and guns?"
Sang Mo took the butcher knife and made a knife flower in his hand, and said with his mouth: Don't waste time, just hit me if you want.
Miss Yuan stood up, walked down the steps and came in front of Sang Mo. Her movements were not slow, unlike the ordinary white-haired dumplings.
Sang Mo tried to find out what species Miss Yuan was in his limited memory, but he had already searched through that little memory several times.
Even if I try hard to think about it now, I can't remember what species Miss Yuan is or what her situation is.
However, he did remember one thing, that Qilin blood should be able to restrain the opponent.
"Sang Mo, I don't like violence. If we can have a good discussion, then we shouldn't use violence. What do you think?"
In fact, Sang Mo didn't really want to use violence. He looked into Miss Yuan's eyes and said silently: Your purpose.
The evil spirit was protecting his child, 'What purpose could she have? She must want your blood, Master! '
Miss Yuan smiled and nodded, "Yes, I do need your blood, but I only need a little for an experiment, maybe a bottle like this."
As she spoke, she took out a small bottle that could hold about 100 ml.
"If you agree, I can give you five thousand-year-old ghost servants. What do you think of this proposal?"
Sang Mo shook his head, stretched out his hand to make a five, and mouthed: Plus five.
Miss Yuan's mouth twitched slightly, "Ten thousand-year-old ghost servants..."
The old woman stepped forward and scolded, "Master Sang, please stop being so presumptuous!"
Sang Mo, "......"
The evil spirit also floated in front of the old woman, put his hands on his hips, and said, "The master is talking about something, do you have the right to speak?" Get out of here! '
Old woman, “?!”
This evil creature has really learned it well!
Miss Yuan raised her hand to support her forehead. She glanced at the old woman gloomily, took out a cigarette from her sleeve, took out a cigarette and lit it to her lips.
That movement and posture, how could a heavy smoker develop such posture with just a pack of cigarettes!
Sang Mo glared slightly. Oh my god, could it be that he was being scapegoated for no reason?
The old woman said in a low voice, "Your Highness!"
Miss Yuan didn't care about the old woman's ugly expression. She exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Five thousand-year-old ghost servants and five hundred-year-old ghost servants. I have already made a concession."
Sang Mo mouthed back: The other five will take more than five hundred years.
Miss Yuan took another long drag on her cigarette and said, "Okay!"
Sang Mo took the small bottle from Miss Yuan's hand, cut his finger with the butcher knife, and started to bleed towards the bottle mouth.
Miss Yuan turned around and glanced at the old woman. The old woman bowed slightly and retreated quietly.
When Sang Mo filled the vial, the old woman led ten ghosts to the front of the hall and said, "Your Highness, the person is here."
"From now on, you will follow Sang Mo and help him solve his problems. Seeing him is like seeing me. Do you understand?"
The ten ghosts knelt on one knee and said in unison: "Yes, we will obey your orders."
Then they stood up and faced Sang Mo, then knelt on one knee in front of Sang Mo and said in unison: "Subordinates greet the lord."
Sang Mo, "......"
Miss Yuan chuckled, "Don't mind these empty formalities. If you have nothing to do, why not come with me to do the experiment."
Sang Mo thought about it and felt that there seemed to be nothing to do if he went back, and he did not suffer from amnesia during the bloodletting this time.
He was somewhat curious about what kind of experiment Miss Yuan was going to do with his blood, so he nodded in agreement.
...
At this moment, Nan Xia, Bei Ya and Jie Dangjia also came to this hill.
Hei Xia Zi looked at the Feng Shui pattern here and whispered, "There are no big tombs, but there are quite a few small tombs. If you look for them, you can still find some medium-sized tombs."
"The Feng Shui of this place generally prevents an emperor from locating his mausoleum here."
Zhang Qiling looked at the two intersecting hills and frowned slightly.
The blind man was right. Judging from the feng shui pattern alone, there is no dragon vein nearby and the feng shui is also limited. There is indeed no tomb of the size of an imperial mausoleum.
Hei Xiazi lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke and then said, "It looks like it's not on this road. We need to keep looking."
Xie Yuchen took over the conversation, "Then let's go and take a look ahead. If there is no large tomb ahead, then we can start looking from the medium-sized tombs."
In fact, he didn't have much time to wander around outside looking for Sang Mo, as there were still many things waiting for him to deal with.
The last time we went to Shennongjia, we made arrangements in advance. This time, Sang Mo disappeared again and he didn’t even make arrangements.
As Hei Xia Zi puffed out smoke, he glanced at Xie Yuchen and said, "Master Huaer, you should go back and take charge after we get down the mountain."
"The mute and I are here. If you are worried, go back and arrange for some trustworthy people to come here to look for you."
Xie Yuchen didn't say anything, seeming to agree to the proposal.
Zhang Qiling also silently took out a pack of cigarettes from his backpack, took out one and lit it for himself. Through the slowly rising green smoke, his cold eyes looked at the hill opposite, and a feeling of panic began to emerge.
The last time I had this feeling was when Sang Mo lost his memory due to a blood conflict.
This time, could it be that they really can’t find Sang Mo?
Zhang Qiling believed in his intuition. He looked at the mountain below his feet again, and silently walked to the other side to look at the mountain. Combined with the road he had taken that night to catch up with Sang Mo, maybe the evil spirit was driving slowly, but if he met the thousand-year-old female ghost on the way, it would delay time.
There is a high probability that the lair of the thousand-year-old female ghost is nearby.
We should look around this hill again. Maybe there are some sophisticated methods hidden there. Even the Feng Shui pattern can be artificially changed through some means.
A skilled Feng Shui master can also completely hide a mausoleum or a large tomb so that it cannot be discovered by tomb robbers.
Zhang Qiling took his last puff of his cigarette, put it out and said, "Separate our actions."
Hei Xiazi looked at Zhang Qiling, and he nodded, "Okay, Xiazi will go ahead, and Huaerye will go back first."
"Infrared signal contact at 8pm."
Regardless of whether they can find it or not, they all hope to try their best on this trip and not leave any regrets.
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