when i got pregnant with the last god cub

Sha Ze took Song Cheng to a bar that was not yet open.

The bar store was narrow and opened at the end of an alley, and the painted house number was half red and black, hanging precariously on it.

Song Cheng stared at it for a long time before he managed to recognize those crooked letters: wisdom bar.

Wisdom bar?Weird name.

"That guy must be sleeping in there now."

Sha Ze frowned and said, with an undisguised dislike showing on his face.

"Let's go."

He waved his hand, and the iron curtain door was immediately eroded by wind and sand to form a half-human hole, and the gravel swirled and flew around.

Sha Ze bent down and stepped in first, Song Cheng withdrew his gaze to gather his mind, and stepped in after him.

As soon as the figures of the two entered, the entrance of the cave silently shrank into nothing, adding a bit of mystery to the alley.

After Song Cheng stepped in, his eyes darkened, and the smell of alcohol rushed to his face, which gave him a headache.

And Sha Ze seemed to be used to such scenes, immediately covered his mouth and nose, and said coldly: "Damn alcoholic, sooner or later he will become the first god in history to drink to death."

Song Cheng hadn't had time to ask what he had said, but he kicked the empty wine bottle unexpectedly with his strenuously walking foot.

There was a sound of "bang dang", which was especially abrupt in the quiet room.

At this moment, the painful groans of the man who was awakened sounded in the silent darkness.

"My God... Seth, are you crazy!"

The man's voice was a bit old and hoarse due to excessive drinking, and he complained without raising his head:

"I don't have the clues you want here. I've told 840 twice."

"Let's go, thank you."

After speaking, the man burped heavily, and the smell was touching.

However, he didn't care, he just wiped his saliva and went back to sleep.

840 twice?Song Cheng was a little surprised, would anyone really remember it so clearly?

Sha Ze didn't have any doubts about this number, he just walked over with a steady pace.

"Wisdom, are you really planning to drink yourself to death in this small bar?"

Responding to him was a mocking sneer, and the man said lazily:

"There is no god of wisdom here, and naturally there is no problem of drinking to death."

"If you came to ask me for an answer, then my dear, I'm so sorry, everything in this world is no longer in front of my eyes."

So he can't answer anyone's questions at all, just an alcoholic who gets drunk day and night.

Sha Ze didn't answer him, but turned on the light of the bar with a "snap".

In an instant, this messy room full of wine bottles was illuminated, and in the middle of the pile of garbage lay a man with blurred eyes and a dazed expression.

"shit!"

The man cursed in pain, and raised his hand to cover his unfamiliar eyes.

"What are you doing, Seth!"

The hangover and the brain that could not think for a long time made his body unable to keep up with the reaction. As soon as he stood up, he fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"Tsk tsk." Sha Ze's mouth curled into a slightly sarcastic smile, but there was a gentle and hypocritical look on his face.

"Poor Wisdom, I didn't come to ask you questions today."

"I'm here to give you the answers to your questions."

Wisdom sat down on the ground, his eyes were confused and wandering, and he said, "What?"

When he saw clearly the young man standing beside Sha Ze, his pupils shrank sharply.

"Aren't you surprised?"

Sha Ze sat opposite Song Cheng, shaking the whiskey in his hand: "The God of Wisdom will look like this."

Sloppy and decadent, even an ordinary alcoholic.

Song Cheng nodded, "A little bit."

"Don't worry, he will help you recover your memory." Sha Ze swallowed the cold liquid and said:

"If there is no solution for omniscient and comprehensive wisdom, apart from the Lord God, we will never find another person who can help us."

Speaking of this, Sha Ze hesitated and asked in a low voice:

"You...you haven't told him about my coming to you, have you?"

He was obviously referring to his own, Zheng Yanxu.

Song Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly, "No, if there is, you can't sit in front of me unscathed now, can you?"

The moment Sha Ze appeared in front of him, everything began to fall apart, and a new world was gradually reorganized.

Song Cheng never had a clearer understanding of where those terrifying and ferocious animal gods came from.

Those dismembered and broken pictures and dreams, whether it was the prophecy in the pupils of the compound eyes, or the hinting inquiry in the rainy night, all pulled and pushed him to the same place.

And every time he was about to find the answer, Zheng Yanxu tried to hide everything.

Although Song Cheng didn't know what purpose and reason his family had, he wanted to bear it together.

If Zheng Yanxu was really hiding it for his own benefit, it'd be better if it was just that.

Thinking of this, Song Cheng's eyes darkened slightly.

Hearing the young man's words, the expression on Sha Ze's face became stiff for a moment, he put down his wine glass and said with a sneer:

"Indeed, but... don't you trust me a little too much?"

"Did he mention the fact that I'm not a good person?"

Speaking of this, Sha Ze regained his previous calm and elegance.

Song Cheng glanced at him, and couldn't help asking: "Has the title of bad guy become a compliment now?"

"What?" Sha Ze was taken aback.

"You seem to enjoy the feeling of being a villain, the kind that people know." Song Cheng said quietly, "It's better to watch less bad TV dramas and movies, brother."

Sha Ze immediately froze in place, unable to utter a word after being blocked, and his face began to feel hot.

"What's more, I have my own judgment on whether you are a good person or a bad person." Song Cheng continued slowly, "I have had many dreams before, and you are in the dream."

"I don't know nothing about you. What are you worried about?"

"And you said that I am your elder brother, will your younger brother harm your elder brother?"

Song Cheng asked so plainly that he gently threw the misunderstanding and hatred that lasted for thousands of years to the man.

Throw it to my younger brother who has been looking for an opportunity to explain, but can't ask for it.

Sha Ze was shocked, and shouted without thinking: "I won't!"

He would not harm his elder brother, in the past and in the future.

Maybe it was because this answer was too straightforward, Sha Ze didn't realize it until he finished speaking, and he had already been trapped in it.

Just when he was about to speak and explain something, Wisdom, who had washed himself clean, walked over from behind.

"What won't?"

"What important things did you discuss? Come on, tell me."

After tidying up his wisdom, he looked no more than 25, and his skin was extremely pale because he hadn't seen the sun for a long time.

A deep contoured face with a pair of blue eyes, like an unfathomable ocean, a tall aquiline nose and light-colored lips, adding a bit of heroism and handsomeness.

"It's nothing, just some unimportant things."

Sha Ze quickly restrained the expression on his face, and said lightly.

Wisdom nodded, walked over and sat opposite Song Cheng, and solemnly and piously saluted with his hands on his chest.

"Thoth, the God of Wisdom, to the beloved Isiris."

Song Cheng quickly said: "No need to do this, I'm not the real Osiris yet."

When Wisdom heard this sentence, he was stunned immediately, and he looked at Sha Ze with suspicion.

Sha Ze casually poured himself another glass of wine, his thoughts still on what the young man said just now.

"As you can see, my brother lost part of his memory."

"What the hell is going on?" Wisdom asked with a frown.

"Didn't Isis give his heart to His Highness back then? Lost memory..."

Suddenly remembered some wisdom, and suddenly realized: "Could it be that His Highness's soul has already reached Anubis one step faster?"

"Yes." Sha Ze took a sip of wine and leaned back on the chair: "But Anubis only took half of it, and the other half was sealed in her heart by Isis."

Anubis is the guide of the underworld, and all the undead will be taken by him to the heart scale that weighs the past, even the gods are no exception.

"After Isis gave his heart to Osiris, he didn't revive him immediately." Sha Ze glanced at Song Cheng and said in a low voice:

"After that, the great Lord God still saw death in Osiris, so he immediately uttered a prophecy that would be fulfilled."

Song Cheng's heart skipped a beat.

"He said that after Osiris died, his soul would return to the underworld and become the master of the underworld."

When Sha Ze said this, his face was complicated.

He knew that the sun god Ra had always favored his elder brother, but he never expected that this preference would be so crazy.

So much so that even if Osiris was framed to death by the cat of Ra God, he could still be his superior god, just in a different place.

Wisdom was thoughtful, and continued: "But Isis's heart worked, and His Highness did not die successfully."

"Yes." Sha Ze nodded.

That's why Osiris, who was supposed to be Pluto, turned into an immortal human being with no memory.

Song Cheng didn't expect his life experience to be so complicated, if Sha Ze didn't tell him, he would never be able to understand it.

"So..." Thoth, the God of Wisdom, said with deliberation:

"Now there are two ways to restore memory."

"Which two kinds?" Song Cheng asked.

"The first one, as long as His Highness dies again and returns to the underworld completely, your son Anubis will follow the agreement and surround you as Hades."

At that time, he returned to the god position, and his memory was restored.

Song Cheng frowned, and said without thinking, "What about the second type?"

"Your Highness, don't you think about it?" God of Wisdom asked, "Despite the pain of death, we have ways to let you leave easily."

"As long as you are brave, you can restore your god position, isn't that good?"

"It's not a question of bravery." Song Cheng looked up at him and said very seriously, "It's a question of my inability."

It is impossible for him to abandon Zheng Yanxu, let alone ignore the little boy in his belly.

It was probably Song Cheng's overly resolute tone that stunned the God of Wisdom.

"Just talk about the second method, Toth." Song Cheng reminded.

It was only then that Toth came to his senses, and said, "The second method may not guarantee that you can completely restore your memory, the probability of success is only 30.00% six."

"Let's listen." Sha Ze shook the ice cubes in the glass.

The God of Wisdom thought for a while and said, "This requires finding the God of Sleep."