Start with the Soul Forge

Chapter 16 16. Green plums cannot defeat the plums that fall from the sky. What about the green plums that fall from the sky?

Now it is very slow to improve Qi and blood by relying solely on living things such as fish and chicken. Mo Hao needs some guys with strong Qi and blood to improve his Qi and blood.

He needed a plausible excuse to kill.

The secret book of the Golden Bell Cover in his hand gave him the most suitable excuse.

The Tielian Gang was blinded by profit and brazenly attacked a senior high school student who was about to take the college entrance examination. In the end, Mo Hao calmly resolved the situation and killed the 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 pleasant to the ear.

How reasonable.

Xiahou Wu said nothing about Mo Hao's choice.

His teaching method is quite unique. He answers students when they ask questions or make inquiries. He just gives them information from beginning to end and then lets them make their own decisions.

Students make their own decisions and bear the consequences themselves.

Mo Hao didn't know what other people thought, but he really liked this teaching method.

Once something has been decided, there is no need for others 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, I hailed a taxi and arrived at the agreed place.

A coffee shop with elegant interior decoration, but there didn't seem to be many customers at this time.

The few guests were all sitting at their seats, constantly typing away on their laptops; it was unclear whether they were working on a paper or a plan.

Not knowing what the person who asked him to come here looked like, Mo Hao was planning to ask when he came in, but the waving hand not far away had already told him the answer.

As he got closer, Mo Hao could finally see the appearance of the person he had made an appointment with.

She was wearing a white dress, pure and elegant, and her jet-black hair was shining.

She has lively facial features and a tall stature, a head taller than the average woman, and looks to be the same age as herself.

"Long time no see, Xiaohao."

The woman greeted him very familiarly, further confirming his guess that the other party knew his previous incarnation.

Mo Hao could only remain silent in response to the woman's greeting. The woman looked at Mo Hao's appearance and asked in a low voice, "Dad said you lost your memory..."

dad?

In other words, the person in front of me is Zhang Lei’s daughter?

"Yes, I have lost my memory." Mo Hao pointed his finger at his temple and repeated the doctor's explanation at the time, "Something happened. The brain caused dissociative amnesia in order to protect itself. Apart from some knowledge memory, I can't remember any past experiences."

"I see..." The woman pondered for a while, then said, "Perhaps it would be better for you, Xiaohao, to forget it."

It seemed like he was comforting the other person, but also like he was comforting himself, allowing Mo Hao to keenly hear some problems.

The experiences of my previous life seemed to have left behind some very troublesome things.

"By the way, Xiao Hao called me, is there something that cannot be solved?"

"I want to find a slaughterhouse that recruits temporary workers, preferably one where I can personally slaughter animals with a knife every day."

It was a very strange request, and Mo Hao even thought of several excuses to get around it, but the other party didn't ask anything and took out a rather old mobile phone from his bag.

"Wait a moment, I'll go ask."

The woman walked a little further away, made a phone call in a deserted place, and quickly came back, "Grandpa Fang is free, we can go over and take a look." Judging from this reaction, it seems that she has found a suitable place.

Seeing Mo Hao looking at the old phone in her hand, she smiled and said, "This is the phone my dad left behind. It records many uncles and aunts with whom he had a good relationship. Sometimes when he was not at home and encountered something he couldn't solve, he would look for someone on it. And I also happen to know Grandpa Fang."

Speaking of Zhang Lei, Mo Hao suddenly remembered that his guardian had never contacted him since he picked him up from the hospital that day.

"How is Uncle Lei doing recently?"

"I don't know. He only comes home a few times a year and never tells me what he's doing. If you ask, it's a secret."

As she spoke, the woman suddenly realized that Mo Hao had lost his memory. "My name is Zhang Xueqing. According to our relationship, you should call me sister."

When calling herself "sister", Zhang Xueqing's expression was unnatural and her eyes flickered, which made Mo Hao certain that the so-called "sister" was nonsense.

Mo Hao remained silent in response to this and wisely did not expose the other party. At least the other party was helping him now.

The two left the cafe and hailed a taxi. Along the way, they chatted enthusiastically. To be more precise, Zhang Xueqing was talking and he was listening.

From Zhang Xueqing's words, Mo Hao more or less understood his original identity.

Both his parents were police officers and died in the line of duty several 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 had no other opinion on this.

As for Zhang Xueqing herself, she is the same age as him, and her words reveal that the two families once had a very good relationship. She was even raised by her predecessor's mother when she was a child.

In a way, this is childhood sweethearts?
Mo Hao did not delve into this issue. There was no point for an amnesiac to dwell on it.

"By the way, the college entrance examination is coming soon. Xiaohao, what subjects do you plan to take?"

The classification of liberal arts and military subjects in this world is relatively simple, the former is production and the latter is fighting.

Liberal arts students can also find jobs in certain professions, but the paths they take are different from those taken by military students, and they tend to be more inclined towards non-combat professions such as production and treatment.

But it is not absolute. Some liberal arts production professions can be as good as military professions in the end.

The employment method does not require breaking through one's own limits like the military science method, but the difficulty is not low either.

Medical professions that can heal are, in some ways, even more respected than combat professions.

Even when going on an expedition in the wilderness or the Taixu Realm, the healing profession receives the highest protection. After all, if the team leader is gone, there is still the deputy leader. But if the healing profession is gone, the team will most likely be wiped out.

"Me? Apply for the martial arts department. I have some advantages in Qi and blood."

Mo Hao did not hide his thoughts in this regard. After all, he had already entered the elite class, and not applying for the martial arts exam would be a sheer waste of his energy and the special nature of his soul furnace.

As they were talking, the taxi had already taken them to their destination.

This place is close to the suburbs, or rather, it is the suburbs, but there are quite a few vehicles here, with a car driving out or in every ten minutes or so.

There was someone waiting for them at the door. It was an old man who was using a cane and had difficulty walking.

"Grandpa Fang, we're here to see you."

Then he pointed at Mo Hao and said, "This is Xiao Hao, the one I told you about."

"Young master of the Mo family." The old man seemed to know Mo Hao, "Are you the one who wants to go to the slaughterhouse?"

Mo Hao nodded, "If possible, I plan to try..."

Before he could finish his words, the old man's walking stick suddenly stabbed at Mo Hao. The walking stick was like a poisonous snake, moving up and down, left and right, creating layers of phantoms, making it difficult to tell which was the shadow and which was the real body.

Suddenly, Mo Hao was enveloped by a rainstorm-like attack.

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