Chapter 219 Silent Cambridge
[Yes, besides Wu Erbai, there are also three targets of the strategy and me, Tongzi. After all, the host died four times before because of them, and two times because of me. 】
[As for Wu Erbai...he can be considered an accomplice, half an enemy. The host has already killed Wu Sanxing to solve the problem of the chain. Wu Xie was wrong because he had the last name Wu. 】
【......】
Sang Mo curled the corner of his mouth. Tongzi has really been letting himself go more and more recently, and he is even self-aware enough to list himself as his enemy.
[If these are not counted, then there is only half of the enemy left, Wu Erbai. 】
[…Why doesn’t it count?] 】
[I didn't kill them before I lost my memory, so there must be no hatred between us. As for you, maybe I couldn't do anything to you before I lost my memory, but I think more likely there is no hatred between us. At most, we are just family members torturing each other. 】
[I can't live without you, and you can't live without me.] 】
[Woo woo woo!] Host, I am so touched to hear you say this! 】
[Then what do you think is touching?] 】
【...Forehead....】
Sang Mo unilaterally ended the conversation, and the only sound left was Tongzi's sobbing.
He was clearly calling it a family member one second ago, but the next second he was criticizing it for not being able to be grateful.
Okay, anyway, it’s not the first day that Tongzi knows that his host’s mouth is extremely poisonous, he has experienced it many times.
In the past, the host often ridiculed it, but it was just a system that could speak human language but was not a human.
If it was not certain that the host was still in a state of amnesia, it would doubt whether the host had recovered his memory.
While chatting with Tongzi, the evil spirit had already eaten the ancient god's right hand and head. It looked extremely ferocious. It was also the first time that Sang Mo faced Nannan's power.
Even the Ancient Gods could be eaten so easily. Even though he helped to imprison them, didn’t the Ancient Gods know some means of preserving their lives?
Nannan is still very strong!
His blood and essence were not fed in vain.
Sang Mo nodded secretly, [She is worthy of being my adopted daughter. Maybe when I regain my memory, Nannan will be able to see me off to the grave. 】
Zhang Qiling's eyes narrowed, so their previous guess was correct, the evil spirit was a death buff that Sang Mo added to himself.
Even though he had lost his memory, Sang Mo still had this thought in his subconscious mind, which was that he was always preparing for death.
But in fact, Sang Mo didn’t really want to die, he just wanted to be free.
If everything can be solved and all the restraining nets that trapped Sang Mo are gone, then the freed Sang Mo should have the motivation to live.
It’s just that they thought too one-sidedly before, precisely because they didn’t understand!
Now that they understand, they are restrained and not as decisive as before. They can only follow their hearts and rely on their inner intuition.
Seeing that hand being bitten off, Aning rubbed her eyes with her hands and pulled the corners of her slightly stiff mouth. Although she didn't know the inside story, she had roughly guessed something from the white ghost's commotion just now.
In fact, everyone present is smart and can guess a lot from just a few words.
At this moment, the hand was completely eaten and disappeared from the sight of several people. The oppressive feeling brought by the appearance of the strange monster also dissipated in an instant, but no one spoke.
I don't know what to say, and I don't know where to start.
At this moment, Zhang Qiling was even thinking that if Fatty Wang followed him down, the atmosphere would be quickly broken with Fatty Wang there.
Among the people present, he doesn't like to talk nonsense and is silent most of the time.
Although the blind man appears to be nonchalant and cheerful on the surface, the smile on his face rarely shows when facing Sang Mo. The blind man is actually a person who appears to be bold and unrestrained but is introverted and reserved.
As for Xie Yuchen, he might have gone through a lot of words in his mind at this moment, considering what words to say appropriately and what words would not be embarrassing while maintaining his demeanor and decency.
As for Aning, forget it. Given the relationship between Aning and Sang Mo, she will probably just flatter her and express great admiration.
And the White Ghost...
This man seemed to be still in a sullen state. He stood aside, smoking silently, staring straight ahead at Sang Mo, not knowing what he was thinking.
Of course, if you want to break the atmosphere, the person who should hear it must be able to hear it, but Sang Mo can't hear it.
At this moment, seeing the evil spirit eating the ancient god, Sang Mo took out a wet tissue and wiped his hands carefully. Just now, his right hand had grabbed the ancient god's neck.
[Next time you do something like this, you must wear gloves beforehand. Even after wiping them with wet wipes, your hands still feel dirty. 】
[At this time there should be screaming, like ahhhhh, I touched a ghost, I feel dirty! 】
[Then the other me would say: What's so dirty about it? I used to touch your daughter's head from time to time, and you didn't even scream in disgust. 】
[Can that be compared?] 】
[They are all ghosts and evil creatures, so why can’t they be compared?] 】
[Okay, the double act is on stage. I do have some talent for double act. 】
"......"
"......"
"......"
The three eavesdroppers exchanged glances. It was the first time they saw Sang Mo with such an active mind!
Sang Mo finally wiped his hands clean, and slowly lit a cigarette for himself, holding it between his lips, "Brothers, let's go ashore."
Aning raised her hand to support her forehead. Although she was used to Sang Mo's style of doing things, she still wanted to consider the atmosphere.
Well, there's no point in talking to someone who can't hear.
At this moment, Aning suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette to calm herself down. She suddenly realized a truth: it is more reassuring to smoke yourself and smoke other people instead of being exposed to second-hand smoke.
She then asked Hei Xia Zi, "Uncle Hei, give me a cigarette too."
Black blind man, "???"
He was stunned for a moment, "When did you learn to smoke?"
Or is it because you are too frightened and want to have a cigarette to calm down?
Aning said with a straight face, "Stop talking nonsense, give it to me or not."
Of course Hei Xia Zi gave it to him. He was just touching the cigarette box when An Ning said this. He just took out a cigarette and handed it to An Ning, and Xie Yuchen next to him also said, "Give me one too."
Hei Xia Zi glanced at Jie Yuchen and handed him another cigarette. He knew that Jie Yuchen smoked, but he didn't smoke much. Maybe he wanted a cigarette to calm down in this situation.
Then, a hand stretched out from the side. The extremely long index and middle fingers made it clear that the person was mute.
The black bear groaned and gave one to the mute as well, "It seems like everyone is very shocked."
"Cough cough——" Aning lit a cigarette and took a puff, and as expected, his throat was choked by the smoke.
Sang Mo looked at Aning strangely, "When did you learn to smoke?"
The corners of Aning's mouth twitched subtly, and then he heard Sang Mo say, "If you don't know how to smoke, don't smoke. You choked on your first puff. Are you thinking of learning to smoke because you've inhaled too much secondhand smoke?"
Ah Ning, "......"
She looked around at the men puffing on the cigarette, feeling so tired that she gave up on herself. Then she took another puff of her cigarette in defiance.
"cough--"
Sang Mo's eyes twitched, "You can't do that. When Nannan smoked for the first time, she was very skilled, like an old smoker."
As he said this, he took out a cigarette box, took out a cigarette and handed it to the evil spirit. The evil spirit took it and lit the cigarette with the lighter lit by Sang Mo.
The cigarette was held between her sharp nail polish fingers, and her gray and cold skin gave her an indescribable evilness.
The white ghost's eyes twitched and he cursed inwardly, "Fuck it."
Looking at the lit cigarette hanging in the air beside Sang Mo, the other four people fell silent.
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