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Chapter 15 The Four Gods
Seeing that Meng Zhe actually gave up his bowl of noodles, Song Jiang felt inexplicably moved. So far, the taste of these two bowls of beef noodles has been deeply engraved in his mind, becoming the most unforgettable in his memory. smell……

After eating noodles, Meng Zhe was going to take Song Jiang home, so he took out his ID card and threw it to Song Jiang, saying, "How do I get to the address on it?"

After hearing this, Song Jiang asked suspiciously, "Do you have amnesia?! Since you can remember where the noodle shop you used to go to before, how can you not know how to get to your own house?"

"Meng Zhe's memory is very seriously missing, and there is indeed no information about his family..." Meng Zhe said with a shrug.

After hearing this, Song Jiang had to face the question again, who is this man named Meng Zhe in front of him?With this question in mind, Song Jiang and the man who didn't know if it was Meng Zhe went to the address registered on the other party's ID card...

When they drove to the 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 the high-end luxury complex in Song Jiang's impression of hundreds of thousands per square meter very smoothly.

After entering the community, Song Jiang looked left and right, and couldn't help sighing, "The high-end community is different? There are no elderly people who walk around, walk the dog, or take care of children in the community..."

After hearing this, Meng Zhe said casually, "People who live here are either rich or expensive. Even if there are people who walk their dogs and take care of their children...they are aunts and nanny at home."

Song Jiang was speechless after hearing this, "Hey, how rich are you?! Oh? Didn't you lose your memory? How do you still remember these things?"

Just as Meng Zhe was about to explain, Song Jiang raised his hand and said, "Needless to say, I know you must say it's some memory loss."

Meng Zhe laughed like a child when he heard this, "Well, that's what it means."

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 in the car before, but he couldn't find Meng Zhe's house key. When I saw the fingerprint lock on the door, I laughed at myself and said, "It turns out that poverty limits my imagination..."

After Meng Zhe entered his fingerprint, the door opened smoothly, but what they saw was not the neat and tidy mansion they had imagined. The mess in the room was as tragic as if it had been ravaged by a magnitude [-] tornado.

All the high-end electrical appliances in the room were smashed without exception, and a huge hole was directly smashed in the middle of a huge crystal fish tank. Some tropical fish that looked expensive were all stuck to the floor, and the dead could not die anymore. The most terrifying thing is that the walls of each room are covered with the word "death" in red paint, making the whole house scarlet and terrifying like a slaughterhouse.

"Who are you offending? Someone wants to chase you down, right?!" Song Jiang asked in surprise.

And Meng Zhe shook his head blankly 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 too much waste!"

Meng Zhe himself said disapprovingly, "What? Are these things expensive?"

As soon as Song Jiang heard it, 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 of yuan! And the fully automatic dryer and washing machine in the bathroom also cost more than 10,000, and these leather sofas and marble dining tables... The loss of these appliances and furniture is simply an astronomical figure for me, if I were you, I would have to kill myself!"

Unexpectedly, Meng Zhe shook his head and said, "These are definitely not the reasons for Meng Zhe to commit suicide, but now it doesn't matter what the reason is, anyway, the real Meng Zhe is already dead."

Song Jiang sighed after hearing this, "Then what should we do now, there is no way to 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 again and again and said, "No, no, my house is too small, why not as big as your bathroom? I really can't afford you, a great god..."

When Meng Zhe heard what Song Jiang said, he said indifferently, "Since this is the 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's not that he doesn't want to live in a mansion, but right now the house has been splashed with red paint inside and out. Yes, there are many places that need to be renovated...

Song Jiang thought for a long time, and finally gave up, 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 at once today! "

After hearing this, Meng Zhe nodded with a smile 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 is of course the most important question, "I know you are not Meng Zhe, but who are you?"

Meng Zhe went to sit next to Song Jiang at this time, and said with a complicated expression, "Although this question seems simple, if I want you to really know who I am, I must first tell you a story."

Song Jiang has liked listening to stories since he was a child, and now he collects creative materials everywhere for writing novels, so he is very patient in listening to stories, "Let's talk, my biggest advantage is that I like listening to stories."

Song Jiang originally thought that Meng Zhe would tell him such an unbelievable and unbelievable bizarre story, but he actually told him a very old fairy tale...

According to legend, in ancient times, there were four holy beasts guarding the Quartet, namely the so-called East Qinglong, West White Tiger, South Suzaku, and North Xuanwu.The four holy beasts originally guarded one side, guarding the eternal peace of the world.But later, demons raged in the world, and the four holy beasts descended to eliminate demons and subdue demons, and sealed all the demons and ghosts that caused harm to the world in an ancient book called "Strange Stories from Mountains and Seas", and the world has since restored peace.The heavens thought of the merits of the four holy beasts in defeating demons, and named them the gods of the four directions, and the ancient book that sealed a group of evil spirits was also handed over to the four gods to guard in turn.

Unexpectedly, thousands of years ago, when Qinglong was guarding the ancient books, Qinglong was eroded by its demonic energy and fell into the devil's way. In order to prevent the bewitched Qinglong from causing harm to the world, Baihu used himself as a prison to trap Qinglong's primordial spirit, and then killed him. Seal it with yourself with the God-Mending Stone.

Before Qinglong was demonized, Baihu was a close friend. Because Baihu couldn't bear to beat him to death, he had to sacrifice himself, and was locked together with him in the Heaven-Mending God Stone forever...

(End of this chapter)