The Spirit World

Chapter 215 Complexity [Mei Lang]

What’s a person who can’t have his past to himself to do?

Facing this endless power.

Mei Lang didn't understand how to choose.

Should a person without a past really stay here? Or should he leave? Anzi's plan did not fail completely, but it would not have much effect. It was like God's will. He was homeless to begin with, and now, confusion began to slowly shroud Meilang. This was not a gift, but a terrifying curse.

It would be better if the ability was lower.

In that case, as An Zi said, we can obtain narrowed-down information through the Records of Famous Scholars. Based on this information, we can compare them based on certain characteristics. If we can't say it's 90% accurate, then we can at least get 50% or 60% accurate.

This feeling, this feeling of not knowing one's past, is like a fog that is about to lift, bringing surprise and anticipation, but then quickly closes, leaving no trace of life.

What should we do?
Now, there is no news from Luoan City, and there is nothing we can do here, no help at all.

Cleaning the horse cellar has slowly begun to become a burden. No matter what it was like before, now I stink all over in front of others. I have begun to care about other people's feelings and even have a deeper understanding of other people's words. I know what is a good word and what is a bad word. With Anzi's reminder, I have become cheerful. Those who seem to be good to me may not necessarily say anything about me behind my back, and those who always care about me are always annoying.

He didn't want to hide it, but sometimes, as An Zi said, his strength was not worthy of his powerful spiritual power. Not only would he be envied, but he would also be attacked by some people who already hated "lowly" professions.

It turns out that in this Shuangma Club, it is difficult to distinguish between good guys and bad guys, whether openly or secretly.

There was a guy named Xiaoqiang, who usually always had a smile on his face to others, but one time when I happened to see him in the toilet, he was saying bad things about others.

There was a man named Xiao Lizi who always gossiped about the women in the village and often used foul language. The girls in the village all disliked him, but he really didn't care. He just stared at their bodies, making them almost walk around him. Only a few of them didn't spit at him when they met him.

There was a guy named Ah Le, who was considered a hardworking man, but was always said to be honest, simple-minded and honest, very similar to himself. When people talked about him behind his back, he would always smile foolishly. As time went on, more and more people said that he was simple-minded. Of course, he would not say anything, as they felt a sense of sympathy for him, but that was all, and he would not continue to say anything. He thought that if he was careful and did his own thing well, he would not be criticized. They would attack him verbally for everything from his appearance to his physical defects to his personality, without leaving out a single one.

If you are honest, you will be called a fool.

If you break an arm for some reason, it is common to be secretly called a disabled person. If you break a leg, you are often called a cripple. They will not say that they respect you, because in a sense, a sense of superiority is gained through comparison. Of course, some people will say something about them, but the effect is not obvious. No one will discipline them, and it is just verbal criticism. So what's the use?
Mei Lang looked at him without saying anything. He knew that some people in the village called him a horse shit bucket because he was a horse cellar sweeper. After the novelty wore off and he stayed here for a long time, their eyes would naturally become wrong. It would not be an insult, but it was just that.

Although Aunt Wang is easygoing, she always beats and scolds her husband at home, and they can't be separated several times. Uncle Wang, who seems to be doing nothing on weekdays, will come to see the horses he takes care of and feed them cabbage behind his back. You can always find new injuries on his body. Anzi said that this is a family matter. As long as it is not too excessive, it is difficult to manage. How can a couple not quarrel? If you provoke Aunt Wang, you will lose food and suffer, so basically few people will really care about it. They just advise Uncle Wang to be more tolerant and patient, and will not say these words to Aunt Wang.

There were also a few middle-aged men who called him White-skinned Duck. Although he already knew that White-skinned Duck was an insult, he didn't take it too seriously. He had been here for a short time and only knew An Zi and Xiao Zhang. The last time the Shadow King Snake attacked the village, the loss was quite heavy and people died. Mei Lang had secretly heard them talk about why it was the acquaintances who died instead of the newcomers.

The newcomers include myself.

Although everyone is working for the Shuangma Club, the treatment and work intensity of those who serve President Yue Qingxue and those who just take care of a few naughty horses are definitely different, and their importance is definitely different as well.

Losing someone who takes care of logistics for the Shuangma Club is definitely more serious than losing someone who takes care of the horses. Poor care of the horses may affect a trip, but poor care of the food can cause all kinds of problems. From the president Yue Qingxue to Mei Lang from the logistics department, if there is a problem with the food that Aunt Wang is responsible for, the consequences will be disastrous.

As a president, no one would allow any problems with food. Who would dare to?
Big or small issues, big or small positions, we say that we are friendly and respect each other, but there are also clear and covert divisions of high and low status. You can't help but care, and you can't help but wonder why you can only do this.

Is it simply because of insufficient ability? Is it simply because of insufficient brains?

Hard to say.

Recently, the Shuangma Club explored Chaofeng Canyon again. Mei Lang was biased in listening to others. He didn't understand what was in Chaofeng or how dangerous it was. He heard everything from other people, and no one really told him.

He knew that he was not important to the Shuangma Club, but he couldn't find a way out for the time being.

Every time he finished his work and was concentrating his spiritual energy, he was thinking about where the road ahead lay. He already had the basic survival skills and knowledge. Even if he went out alone, he would not be unable to support himself, unless there were special circumstances, such as some ferocious monsters and beasts coming over, and he would only be eaten.

Now, where is the way forward...

Mei Lang used his spiritual power to cover his hands and feet. Although he didn't know to what extent he could withstand now, it was obvious that his body was no longer the same as before.

An Zi said that it was unexpected that such a clichéd plot actually existed. Before a certain great man died, he passed on part of his spiritual power to another person, so as not to let down his efforts in cultivation throughout his life. Such a plot actually happened to a person who had lost his memory. I wonder if the great man would feel something if he was still alive in heaven.

After accepting all this, Mei Lang felt no motivation to stay in the Shuangma Club, and leaving here to venture out into the world would definitely have a better future than cleaning the horse cellar here.

The basic training I laid to strengthen myself has begun to show results. The time it takes to clean the stable is decreasing at a visible rate, and I don't feel particularly tired. In addition, the initial training with the master has helped me to draw out my spiritual power. The next step is to learn how to use weapons, so that I can learn more spells or combat skills.

Leaving Shuangma Club is just a matter of time.

However, Mei Lang found that he was thinking too simply. Just when he was determined to leave and the day before the Shuangma Meeting passed through Chaofeng, Yue Qingxue came to his door.

It was a dark and windy night, and as if foreshadowing a bad omen before their departure, the wind was cold and chilly, making them feel very uneasy.

Mei Lang was not planning to sleep. He sat calmly on the bed and circulated his spiritual power, concentrating his mind and gathering his energy to increase and absorb the spiritual power into his body. However, when Yue Qingxue knocked on the door, he was still a little surprised. No matter how calm he was, he couldn't be calm in front of the president of the Shuangma Club, who took good care of him.

"Who is it..." An Zi turned over in bed and complained: "Who comes here so late?"

He put on his clothes in a hurry, and Mei Lang tried to jump directly from the bed to the door.

After opening the door, I saw Yue Qingxue leaning against the wall with her head lowered and holding a wine gourd.

There was a very fragrant smell of alcohol rushing over, along with Yue Qingxue's own special fragrance. The two mixed together, and I couldn't tell whether it smelled good or bad.

"President..." Mei Lang looked into Yue Qingxue's eyes, then looked at her posture. She looked like she had drunk a lot and was drunk.

Although it was said that Yue Qingxue was paying attention to him, in fact, Mei Lang was just more concerned about the unclear words Yue Qingxue said to him on the first night, which made him very uneasy.

I even paid attention to Yue Qingxue's actions, but after a few days, it seemed that Yue Qingxue did not come to see me. It was as if she had never said what she said that day when she said that I looked very much like someone, and there was no trace of nostalgia at all.

"Hey, Mei Lang, I came to talk to you about something." Yue Qingxue's words still had the smell of wine, and the breath from her lips and teeth was surprisingly sweet, which was a bit incredible. Yue Qingxue was born beautiful, and her eyes and eyebrows did not need to be modified to be a beautiful face. The clothes she wore were also very beautiful. The two contrasted, and the only word to describe it was beauty. The somewhat lazy posture leaning against the wall was surprisingly charming, and the eyes of those who saw it were itchy.

"Let's go out and talk." Yue Qingxue said and walked ahead, not giving Mei Lang any time to react.

Mei Lang glanced at Anzi, who waved his hand and lay back on the bed.

Mei Lang was a little hesitant, but since the woman in front of him was stumbling as she walked, and asked him to go, he couldn't refuse.

It's just a conversation, and it makes sense to say it alone.

I didn't have anything to ask her, I just looked into her eyes, and there was nothing I could say.

The president did not give her any help, but not to mention Anzi's help and Xiao Zhang's help, Yue Qingxue was just a bystander.

If they want to come to me to discuss why they are leaving, then there is nothing much to say.

I don't want to stay here anymore. Everyone knows the reason. It's not just about cleaning the stables, but the hopelessness and disappointment of having no way to find out my true identity.

Really, no matter if I save myself or not, it is impossible for me to imprison myself and look for myself when I still have memories.

In other words, not myself as Mei Lang.

How can I live a meaningful life when I don’t even have a surname?

Mei Lang followed her slowly, walking through the streets of Majia Village. Late at night, there was no sense of walking, only the sound of the wine shaking in the wine gourd.

She walked for quite a long time, which made Mei Lang think that she came here on purpose to get rid of the alcohol.

They even left the village.

"Do you want to leave?" Yue Qingxue stopped on a small hill. Without the moonlight, her face was almost invisible. She turned around and raised her right hand slightly. A crystal clear blue light emerged from the ground, illuminating the two of them.

The blue light shone on Yue Qingxue's face, and her eyes looked even bigger at this moment, even more beautiful than usual. With the blue light as a backdrop, it was no exaggeration to say that her eyes were rare in the world.

"Actually, it's very strange. I don't know why the president brought me here. If it was just for this, I wouldn't have come here in such a high-profile manner." Mei Lang watched Yue Qingxue sit down, flicked his sleeves, tilted his head back and poured the wine gourd, the sake went down her throat, her white throat moved slowly up and down as she drank the wine.

If she had not said those strange words to Mei Lang before, Yue Qingxue would definitely be the first such beautiful woman Mei Lang had ever seen.

Even more beautiful than anyone I've ever met.

She drank and had fun, so carefree and happy; she was generous and did not attract attention.

An Zi said that a woman like this would be considered a remarkable woman wherever she went.

However, at this moment, Mei Lang was just looking at her. No matter how beautiful she was, he was just looking at her and his heart was not moved.

Or maybe low self-esteem.

right?

I have no past, just like a rootless person. I came to this world, my parents raised me, but I forgot everything. Living again, there is not much to be sad or pitiful about. It’s just that the past seems to have disappeared in an instant without any trace.

"You've learned a lot from An Zi." Yue Qingxue chuckled, pushed out the wine gourd, held it in front of Mei Lang, blinked, and said, "I'll buy you a drink!"

"I asked you to come here just to invite you to drink."

Mei Lang naturally did not take it. Instead, he stood there a little stiffly, his eyes full of blue, completely drowning Yue Qingxue.

“Don’t want to drink?” Yue Qingxue shook the wine gourd, and the wine inside gurgled like a stream flowing, so calm.

Mei Lang took it gently, put the wine gourd to his lips and took a sip.

He couldn't refuse.

The fragrance of the wine reached my throat, and the bitter taste filled my entire head all at once. This was not wine at all, it was simply bitter melon water from the human world.

The bitterness made Mei Lang frown.

"It seems that you haven't changed at all. Anzi can teach you common sense, but it is difficult to really teach you how to behave in society. You will still do things your own way." Yue Qingxue looked at Mei Lang and wanted to look into his eyes, but since their eyes had just met, it became difficult to look into his eyes.

Mei Lang placed the wine gourd next to Yue Qingxue instead of giving it to her directly.

"I still don't quite understand why I was called out." Mei Lang wanted to get straight to the point, instead of being forced to drink this bitter wine.

"It's okay, don't be nervous, I won't eat you." Yue Qingxue grabbed the wine gourd, brought it to her mouth, tilted her head back and took another sip.

Mei Lang closed his eyes and opened them again. He felt that the woman in front of him seemed to have a lot to say to him, but she didn't seem to know where to start. Fortunately, it was not so embarrassing that it would embarrass him.

Watching her drinking again, her black hair was blown by the wind.

Will tonight be extra long?
he thinks.

(End of this chapter)