Chapter 16 16. The green plum cannot be defeated by the sky, but the green plum will fall on that day?
Nowadays, it is very slow to rely on fish, chicken and other living creatures to increase his qi and blood. Mo Hao needs some strong qi and blood guys to improve his qi and blood.
He needed a legitimate excuse to kill.
And the golden bell cover secret book in his hand gave him the most suitable excuse.
The Tie Lian Gang was dazzled by profits and launched a brazen attack on a senior high school student who was about to take the college entrance examination. In the end, Mo Hao calmly defused the attack and killed these dangerous elements in one fell swoop.
Conflict of interest, gang leader died violently.
At the same time a student's name began to spread.
How pleasing to the ear.
How reasonable.
Xia Houwu said nothing about Mo Hao's choice.
His teaching method is quite unique. When students come to ask questions and ask for advice, they answer. From beginning to end, he only gives information and then allows students to make their own decisions.
Students make their own decisions and bear their own consequences.
Mo Hao didn't know what other people thought, but he liked this teaching method very much.
Having decided something, he doesn't need anyone else to remind him how dangerous it is.
After leaving the classroom, Mo Hao did not go to the training room like other students, but left the school directly.
After leaving the school gate, he stopped a taxi and arrived at the agreed place.
A coffee shop, the interior is elegantly decorated, and there don't seem to be many customers at this time.
The limited number of guests were sitting there, typing away on their laptops, not knowing whether they were working on papers or plans.
He didn't know what the person who invited him here looked like. When Mo Hao came in, he planned to ask, but a wave of greeting hand not far away already told him the answer.
As he approached, Mo Hao could clearly see the appearance of the person he had agreed to meet.
Wearing a white dress, she is pure and elegant, and her black hair is shining.
She has smart facial features and a tall figure, a head taller than the average woman, and looks about the same age as herself.
"Long time no see, Xiaohao."
The woman greeted him very familiarly, which further confirmed his suspicion that the other party knew his predecessor.
In response to the woman's greeting, Mo Hao could only respond with silence. The woman looked at Mo Hao's appearance and then asked in a low voice, "Dad said you have lost your memory..."
dad?
In other words, the person in front of me is Zhang Lei's daughter?
"Well, I have lost my memory." Mo Hao pointed to his temple and repeated the doctor's explanation at the time, "Some accidents occurred. The brain caused dissociative amnesia in order to protect itself. Except for some intellectual memories, all past experiences were lost. Couldn't remember."
"That's it..." The woman pondered for a while, and then said, "Maybe it would be better for you, Xiaohao, if you forgot."
It was as if he was comforting the other person, and also as if he was comforting himself, allowing Mo Hao to keenly hear some problems.
My previous experience seems to have left behind some very troublesome things.
"By the way, Xiaohao called me. Is there anything that can't be solved?"
"I want to find a slaughterhouse that recruits temporary workers, preferably one where I can kill with my own knife every day."
It was a very strange request, and Mo Hao even thought of several excuses to deal with it, but the other party didn't ask anything and took out a rather old mobile phone from his bag.
"Wait a minute, I'll ask."
The woman walked a little further, made a phone call in a deserted place, and quickly came back, "Grandpa Fang happens to be free, we can go over and have a look." Judging from this reaction, it seemed that she had found the right one. place.
Seeing Mo Hao's eyes looking at the old mobile phone in her hand, she smiled, "The mobile phone left by my father recorded many uncles and uncles who had a good relationship with him. Sometimes he happened to be away from home and encountered problems. If you can’t solve the problem, just look for someone above, and I happen to know Grandpa Fang.”
Speaking of Zhang Lei, Mo Hao suddenly remembered that his guardian had not contacted him since he took him out of the hospital that day.
"How is Uncle Lei doing lately?"
"I don't know. I haven't been home a few times throughout the year, and I never said what I was going to do. If you ask, it's a secret."
While saying this, the woman suddenly realized that Mo Hao had lost his memory, "My name is Zhang Xueqing. Due to the relationship, I am called sister."
When she called herself "Sister", Zhang Xueqing's expression was unnatural and her eyes flickered, which made Mo Hao sure that the so-called "Sister" was nonsense.
Mo Hao responded with silence and wisely did not expose it. At least the other party was helping him now.
The two left the coffee shop and stopped a taxi. They chatted animatedly along the way. To be more precise, Zhang Xueqing was talking and he was listening.
From Zhang Xueqing's words, Mo Hao somewhat understood his original identity.
His parents were both police officers and died in the line of duty a few years ago. After that, Zhang Lei adopted him, but his predecessor did not live with Zhang Lei, but lived in his own home.
Zhang Lei has no other opinions on this.
As for Zhang Xueqing herself, she is the same age as him, and her words revealed that the relationship between the two families was very good, and she was even raised by her predecessor's mother when she was a child.
To a certain extent, are these childhood sweethearts?
Mo Hao did not delve into this issue. It is meaningless for people with amnesia to dwell on this issue.
"By the way, the college entrance examination is coming soon. Xiaohao, what subjects do you plan to take?"
The classification of liberal arts and martial arts in this world is relatively simple, with the former producing and the latter fighting.
Arts majors can also find jobs, but they take a different path from martial arts majors. They tend to focus more on non-combat occupations such as production and treatment.
But it is not absolute. Some liberal arts-type production occupations are even better than martial arts occupations in the end.
The method of getting a job is not as demanding as breaking through one's own limits like martial arts, but it is not low in terms of difficulty.
In some aspects, medical professions that can heal are even more respected than combat professions.
Even if you are going on an adventure in the wild or in the Taixu Realm, the healing profession is the most protected. After all, if the team leader is gone, there will still be a deputy leader. But if the healing profession is gone, there is a high probability that the team will be wiped out.
"Me? Apply for martial arts. I have some advantages in energy and blood."
Mo Hao did not hide his thoughts in this regard. After all, everyone has entered the elite class. Not applying for martial arts is a waste of his energy and the specialness of the soul furnace.
As they spoke, the taxi had already taken them to their destination.
This place is close to the suburbs, or it is the suburbs, but there are a lot of vehicles in this place. A car drives out or drives in every ten minutes.
There was someone waiting for them at the door. It was an old man with a cane and inconvenient legs.
"Grandpa Fang, we are here to see you."
He pointed at Mo Hao and said, "This is Xiao Hao, I told you."
"Old Mo Hao, the younger one." The old man seemed to recognize Mo Hao, "Are you going to the slaughterhouse?"
Mo Hao nodded, "If possible, I plan to try..."
Before he finished speaking, the crutch in the old man's hand suddenly stabbed Mo Hao. The crutch was like a poisonous snake, changing up and down, left and right, piercing layers of phantoms, making people wonder which one was the shadow and which one was the body.
Suddenly, Mo Hao seemed to be enveloped by a torrential attack.
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(End of this chapter)