When Song Jiang saw that Meng Zhe actually gave up his bowl of noodles, he felt inexplicably moved. The taste of these two bowls of beef noodles was deeply engraved in his mind and became the most unforgettable thing in his memory. smell……
After eating noodles, Meng Zhe was about to take Song Jiang home, so he took out his ID card and threw it to Song Jiang and said, "How do I get to the address here?"
Song Jiang asked with a suspicious look on his face, "Have you lost your memory?! Since you can remember where the noodle shop you often went to is, how could you not know how to get to your home?"
"Meng Zhe's memory has a very serious flaw. There is indeed no information about his family..." Meng Zhe said with a shrug.
After hearing this, Song Jiang had to face the problem again. Who is the man named Meng Zhe in front of him? With this question in mind, Song Jiang and the man who didn't know whether he was Meng Zhe went to the address registered on the other party's ID card...
When they drove to Shijing Mansion, the electronic system in front of the gate automatically recognized the license plate number of Meng Zhe's car, and the two of them entered Song Jiang's impression of a high-end luxury community with a square meter of more than 100,000 yuan per square meter.
After entering the community, Song Jiang looked around and couldn't help but sigh, "The high-end community is different? There are no old people walking around, walking dogs, or taking care of children in the community..."
After hearing this, Meng Zhe said casually, "Everyone who lives here is either rich or noble. Even if there are people walking dogs and taking care of children...it is the aunts and nannies at home."
After hearing this, Song Jiang was speechless and said, "My dear, how rich are you? Oh? Didn't you lose your memory? How come you still remember these things?"
Just when Meng Zhe was about to explain, Song Jiang raised his hand and said, "Needless to say, I know you will definitely say that it is partial memory loss."
Meng Zhe smiled cowardly after hearing this and said, "Well, that's what I mean."
When the two came to the house number registered on Meng Zhe's ID card, Song Jiang felt a little worried because he had searched all over the car before but could not find Meng Zhe's house key until he saw the door key. When he checked the fingerprint lock on the door, he laughed to himself and said, "It turns out that poverty has limited my imagination..."
After Meng Zhe entered his fingerprints, the door opened smoothly, but what they saw was not the tidy mansion they imagined. The mess in the room was as tragic as if it had been ravaged by a level 18 tornado.
All the high-end electrical appliances in the room were smashed without exception. A huge hole was smashed into the middle of a huge crystal fish tank. Some expensive-looking tropical fish were all stuck to the floor. They were already dead and could no longer die. The most terrifying thing is that the word "death" is written all over the wall in red paint, making the whole house as scarlet and scary as a slaughterhouse.
"Who have you offended? Someone wants to hunt you down, right?!" Song Jiang asked in surprise.
Meng Zhe shook his head in confusion and said, "I don't remember, I have no impression at all..."
Song Jiang looked at the mansion in front of him with some pain, and said helplessly, "This is such a waste!"
Meng Zhe himself said disapprovingly, "What? Are these things expensive?"
When Song Jiang heard this, he pointed to the LCD TV on the wall and said, "Is it expensive?! Do you know that this brand of TV alone costs tens of thousands! And the fully automatic dryer and washing machine in the bathroom also cost More than 10,000, as well as these leather sofas and marble dining tables... The loss of these appliances and furniture is simply an astronomical figure to me, and I would kill myself if I were you!"
Unexpectedly, Meng Zhe shook his head and said, "These are definitely not the reasons for Meng Zhe to commit suicide, but it doesn't matter what the reasons are now. The real Meng Zhe is dead anyway."
Song Jiang sighed after hearing this, "What should we do now? No one can live in this house now?"
Meng Zhe thought for a while, then looked at Song Jiang with a smile and said, "Where is your home?"
Song Jiang suddenly had a bad premonition, so he waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, no, my house is too small, it's not as big as your bathroom? I really can't afford it for a great god like you..."
When Meng Zhe heard what Song Jiang said, he said indifferently, "In that case, the two of us can only make do with living here. Anyway, you can go wherever I have to go now."
Song Jiang looked embarrassed when he heard this. It wasn't that he didn't want to live in a mansion. It was just that the house was splashed with red paint inside and outside. It was impossible to live in it unless it was tidied up. The key was that it couldn't be solved by simply cleaning it. Yes, there are many places that need to be renovated...
Song Jiang thought for a long time, finally made up his mind, and then sat down on the red-painted leather sofa and said, "It's not impossible to stay at my house, but we have to say everything we need to say clearly at once today! "
After hearing this, Meng Zhe smiled and nodded and said, "Of course... you can ask whatever you want, and I will definitely tell the truth."
Song Jiang thought for a while, and then carefully asked the first question, which was of course the most important question, "I know you are not Meng Zhe, but who are you?"
Meng Zhe walked over to Song Jiang and sat down next to him. He said with a complicated expression, "Although this question seems simple, if I want you to truly know who I am, I must tell you a story first."
Song Jiang has liked listening to stories since he was a child. In addition, he is now collecting creative materials from all over the world to write novels, so he is very patient in listening to stories. "Let me tell you, my biggest advantage is that I like listening to stories."
Song Jiang originally thought that Meng Zhe would tell him an incredible and incredible story, but in the end, he actually told him a very ancient mythological story...
It is said that in ancient times, there were four sacred beasts guarding the four directions, namely the so-called East Green Dragon, West White Tiger, South Suzaku, and North Xuanwu. The four holy beasts originally guarded each side, guarding the peace of the world for all eternity. But later, demons were rampant in the world, and the four holy beasts went down to the lower realm to eliminate demons and subjugate demons. They sealed all the demons and ghosts that caused harm to the world in an ancient book called "Strange Stories from Mountains and Seas", and peace was restored in the world. God thought that the four holy beasts had made great achievements in subduing demons, and named them gods of the four directions. The ancient book that sealed a group of evil demons was also handed over to the four gods in turn to guard it.
Unexpectedly, just a thousand years ago, Qinglong was eroded by its demonic energy while guarding ancient books and fell into the devil's way. In order to prevent the possessed Qinglong from causing harm to the world, Baihu used his own body as a prison, trapped Qinglong's soul, and then killed him. Seal it with yourself using the Heaven-Building Stone.
Qinglong was Baihu's best friend before he was demonized. Baihu couldn't bear to beat him to death, so he had to sacrifice himself and be forever sealed in the Heaven-Mending Stone together with him...
