【Two days ago】

Mei Lang shoveled the horse manure into the bucket with a shovel. He was a little tall, so it looked awkward to use a small shovel. He needed to bend down slightly and use more force. This was not a good job for a long time.

Crouching with the hips low is definitely not an easy task, but Mei Lang didn't find it obvious that he was struggling, and instead did it very seriously.

He discovered that not every horse has a good temper. In the special horse cellar he was cleaning now, there lived a red BMW.

This horse is fierce by nature. When it saw a stranger, it would lift up its hind hooves and kick it hard. If Mei Lang hadn't escaped by pouring water on the ground to clean it up, his head would probably have been kicked off at once.

Mei Lang's action of shoveling horse manure looked funny because of the height difference between it and the shovel. However, in Mei Lang's view, this job that allowed him to get three meals a day from the Two Horse Club was already a blessing among misfortunes. He had lost his memory.

He was already extremely grateful to be rescued. He didn't dare to ask for too much. He just waited until he became familiar with the knowledge outside the Two Horse Clubs and the skills to survive in the wilderness, and then he would naturally be able to leave.

Of course, there is also the courage to leave.

If Huisetu didn't reply and Shuangma would treat him well, he didn't know whether he should leave. Should he leave without saying a word, or inform Yue Qingxue that he was leaving.

Well, Yue Qingxue is definitely hiding something from herself, but if she doesn't tell her, then what can she do? Being in her two-jockey club, she naturally has no right to speak.

"You are too diligent -" Yingzi held a small cabinet and took out two bowls. Then he took out a wooden spoon from the cabinet and slowly scooped out the small shredded meat from the opening of the cabinet.

There were two very full bowls of porridge. It was obvious that he took good care of him.

"No... I just want to be more worthy of my elder sister's kindness." Mei Lang touched the white sleeves on his hands, squatted down next to the bucket, and washed away the dirt on his hands.

Dirty stuff in the stable.

"However, I see that you are very tired from cleaning like this. Do you want to replace the shovel? I remember that the team leader got the new tool fee." Yingzi put the bowl into Mei Lang's hand.

Mei Lang brought it over, looked at the thin strips of meat, and took a careful sip. Yingzi took out a small jar from the cabinet, which contained hot sauce made from lettuce.

This is made by Yingzi herself, and almost everyone can eat it.

"It doesn't matter. This shovel will do. It doesn't matter at all. It's just that the horses don't want to take care of themselves, which makes it difficult for me. It seems that the horses don't like me." Mei Lang's tone was a little apologetic,

I don't know what he is apologizing for.

"It's okay, just take your time. Horses are very docile animals. As long as you are gentle to them, they will be gentle to you." Yingzi said: "Although they can be very naughty sometimes,

But that's just because they are afraid of strangers. Horses are like this. As long as they get familiar with them, they will get better."

Yingzi scooped a cup of hot sauce into Mei Lang's other bowl. Yingzi said that this stuff is not spicy and is delicious. In her hometown, hot sauce like this is available in every household and everywhere.

"Yes." Mei Lang nodded: "Thank you for teaching me."

"No, this is not a teaching at all...it's just that I see them every day and I already know them well."

"Is that so? Sister Yingzi is really amazing."

"Okay, no more talking, I'm going to help others deliver food."

"Well, walk slowly."

Mei Lang watched Yingzi slowly pick up the small cabinet. Her hands were not white, and even compared to those men, they were as rough. Mei Lang drank another bowl of porridge. The shredded pork was marinated with coarse salt.

It has been cooked, so the whole bowl of porridge is a bit salty and not very tasty, but it is better than nothing. The chili sauce is indeed delicious, although it is still a bit spicy, but in comparison, the deliciousness is more prominent.

Yingzi's face has some baby fat, but she is not young anymore, so the bags under her eyes are a little heavy, and even her baby-faced spirit is a little too tired.

Mei Lang sighed, but then he slowly sighed again. He was a little surprised. He didn't know why he was sighing. He stared at the figure floating past, a little confused.

【Underground Shelter】

"..." Mei Lang was silent, looking at the ants and blood on his hands. He was speechless. He really didn't know what to say...

He knows that everyone has his or her own understanding of death, just like everyone has only one organ that can think. The meaning of its existence is to understand how everything in the world thinks about its body.

Whether it is right or wrong, whether it is acceptance or betrayal, whether it is life or death, it is absolutely different.

Although Anzi said that this was a lie to him, it was just a short story. No matter how I made it up, it would be fine, wouldn't it? As for the authenticity of this story, Xiaoxiao would never know it unless he told her.

.

"Since I said I lied to you, I lied to you. There has never been this old man, and this story has never happened." Anzi shook his head. He was obviously a little scared of Mei Lang, and Anzi was also a little embarrassed, insisting.

Even if there was no intact body, he didn't know why Mei Lang had such a big reaction.

A person who has just lost his past has a huge deviation when he re-understands the word death. Of course, there will be his own reasons. The news of Yingzi was told to them by the head of the logistics department, just like a gust of wind.

After leaving with this news and realizing that there was nothing I could do, this gust of wind still had nothing but bitterness.

better than nothing.

Whether death is meaningless or death is meaningful, for living people, living a good life is the most worth thinking about, and everything else is not that important.

Although there will be differences over the concept of living a good life, at least you won’t dwell too much on the past, isn’t there a saying?

Let him let go of the past.

Moreover, no one knows what the world after death is like, although there are always legends that people will be divided into good and evil after death, whether they go to heaven or hell, and good and evil will be rewarded in the end.

Do people who leave for no reason go to heaven or hell?

Or is it something that doesn't exist in the first place and is just something that makes people feel in awe.

"Okay..." Mei Lang sighed. She didn't want to say it like this originally. He wanted to continue asking where he heard this story from, but Anzi already said it like this, so he stopped asking further.

"Forget it... let's talk about spiritual power... I have a very important video to tell you." Anzi was not happy, but she was much better. Yingzi's matter seemed a bit too heavy.

No matter what, it is already a thing of the past.

Right……

"What's something important?" Although Mei Lang couldn't get rid of the image of rats with spiky hair slowly eating human flesh, his spirit still became tense when Anzi said something important.

Is there anything special about his spiritual power? Is the explosion of the fairy stone a good thing or a bad thing? If it is a good thing, I can naturally cultivate it, and I may be able to cultivate it to a higher level, but if

This is not good news. My career as a coachman will be extended indefinitely.

Although it doesn't matter, he still hopes that he can use spiritual power. After all, spiritual power can really bring a lot to people.

The title of a groom is definitely not a good one.

Li, I can only eat bad food every day and wear such coarse clothes. No matter how I think about it, it is definitely not a good thing.

Even if you were to find your own life experience, you would never be able to accomplish it by just relying on a groom.

In a sense, strength is something that you definitely need and need enough.

However, power is a very strange thing. No one knows where the limit of a person's need for it is. This is definitely not greed, but many people don't quite understand where the limit of power is.

Needless to say, people who pursue such power limits naturally have to pursue higher power limits. For them, the pursuit of higher power limits has become a part of life. But for ordinary people, where is the limit of power? If you have power, should you continue?

If you are a farmer, should you continue to be a butcher, or should you continue to be a businessman?

Or, career has little to do with ability itself.

As long as you are willing, no matter whether you have strong power or not, just follow your heart and do it without hesitation.

"Your current spiritual power is probably at the level of a top master's spiritual power. Maybe it has broken through the golden level and reached a level where a famous person can register a title." Anzi looked at Mei Lang and when he said this, he showed that

Somewhat excited.

"Does it mean that my ability is very powerful now?" Mei Lang looked at his hands. These hands were different from those of ordinary people. Maybe there was something different that gave him completely different powers.

Isn't this great?

If your strength can reach the gold level, you can be considered a master. If you train accordingly, you may become a real master.

What does a real master look like?

He hasn't seen it yet, so naturally he doesn't know about it, but according to Anzi's explanation, a real master will definitely have the title of Imperial Master.

Even in today's war-torn times, the Imperial Register of Fame is constantly being updated.

Imperial Register of Notables.

title!

Mei Lang looked at Anzi in surprise, and Anzi looked at him with a smirk and said, "Have you thought about it too? As long as your strength is at the golden level, or even higher than the golden level, you will definitely have your own title. That way,

As long as you determine your attack characteristics, or the name of your moves, you will definitely be able to find your original identity. That way, you will definitely be able to leave here!"

"Well! If that's the case, that would be great!" Mei Lang clenched his fists in excitement. This idea made his eyes brighten, and then the brightness in his eyes dimmed again.

"Not necessarily...I don't know what my moves are at all now, and can't the name in the Empire's Masters be changed? If I don't remember my moves, no, I definitely don't know the characteristics of my moves.

,So, it seems...basically impossible..."

ah……

If only...it was that simple...

However, my happiness is not in vain... As far as the current situation is concerned, the results obtained are good no matter what. As long as you have spiritual power, no matter what, it is good, but the results are not good enough to make you too happy.

It's a situation that no longer bothers me, but now, at least it's good news.

It's really important.

The level of your spiritual power can be expected in the future. In this way, you will have more motivation!

"No, no, how is it possible! It's obviously very simple! You will naturally use the characteristics of your own spiritual power, and this is just a matter of elimination. If you have problems with certain memories or certain spells,

If you have an image, then you can definitely think of it. I don’t know what the hell is memory, but there are cases where you can remember it completely." Anzi became a little happy instead, and he continued: "No matter how bad it is,
To be continued...