This Damned Thirst for Survival

What a fart.

Jiang Luo almost couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Whether the metaphysical world is destroyed or exists, what does it matter to Jiang Luo?

Apart from sneering, Jiang Luo keenly noticed the wrongness of the fateful man.

The "he" that the fateful man said, besides Chi Youjiang Luo, he couldn't think of anyone else.

But apart from this, what Jiang Luo cared more about was the tone of fate.What he said to Jiang Luo had an indescribable charm, like sacred words that fell from the sky.Remote, mysterious, and firm, people can't help but want to regard his words as the truth and follow his will.

This familiar feeling is exactly the same as the people behind the scenes in the mirror world.

Jiang Luo's eyes darkened, and then he returned to his original state.

Jiang Luo always remembered the people behind the mirror world in his heart.

No one likes the unbearable past being brought back in front of their eyes. The people behind the scenes knew about Jiang Luo's experience in this world, and even copied it in the mirror world.Those dirtiest, most shameful and dilapidated memories were seen by others, which almost made Jiang Luo full of anger.

From the world in the mirror to now, the man of fate has been inducing Jiang Luo to see Chi You's evil nature clearly, and inducing Jiang Luo to kill Chi You.Jiang Luo really wanted to kill Chi You, wanted to conquer the evil ghost, and let the evil ghost crawl under his feet and admit defeat, but he hated others to control him to do such things.

He does things according to his own preferences, and hates being restrained and manipulated by others.

What are you, you want to seduce me?

Adding new grudges to old grudges, Fated Man succeeded in one fell swoop and became the person Jiang Luo would most want to get rid of.

Jiang Luo's heart was fluctuating, and he stared blankly at the fateful man, as if he had lost his sanity.

The fateful man took his hand, led Jiang Luo to get up from the small spring pool, and walked out slowly.

The clothes on Jiang Luo's body were soaked, and the water flowed down from the bottom of his trousers, but he didn't feel any chill.The man of fate led him away from the path, and with every step he took, the surrounding scenery changed dramatically.

Rivers, mountains and rivers passed by them.

Jiang Luo saw scenes of phantoms flashing on both sides of the road.

From the process of primitive people looking for caves in the primitive hunting period, to Hetu Luoshu, to the birth of Xiantian Bagua and Acquired Bagua.From royal architecture to mausoleum Feng Shui, from astronomy and calendar to agricultural meteorology.The elders in the metaphysics world have experienced life and death, generation after generation, as small as looking at houses and buildings, as big as family luck and national fortune.The twinkling stars changed, and millions of stars replaced Sheng Yang, spreading out over Jiang Luo's head.

Jiang Luo looked up at the sky.

The stars merged into Tai Chi, the silver light moved slightly, and the stars turned into a Bagua diagram again.

Heaven, earth, thunder, wind.

Fire, water, mountain, lake.

The ever-changing stars are dazzling.

This scene was so shocking that Jiang Luo's neck ached from watching it. He turned his head back to look at the ground, but suddenly found himself standing in the middle of a snow-capped mountain.

The majestic snow blowing his hair, Jiang Luo looked in the direction of the fateful man, who was still leading him forward.The two people's footsteps left a slender footprint in the snow, and the next step forward, the scenery of the snow-capped mountains faded, and the hot magma rushed towards it with sparks.

They went deep into the volcano.

The scorching red flames rushed fiercely, Jiang Luo closed his eyes, and the fateful man led him to jump into the magma, and fell into the deep blue seabed.

In just a short moment, Jiang Luo saw the wonder and splendor of the world.

In the end, the man of fate led him to stand under the aurora, looked back at him, and said softly, "Wouldn't it be a pity if these things were destroyed?"

When he opened his eyes again, Jiang Luo found that he was still soaking in the small spring pool.

The man of fate stood by the pool and said, "It's almost time, you can come out."

Jiang Luo paused in a daze, then slowly walked out of the spring pool and put on new clothes.Go back with the fateful person.

What did the fateful man just do?

Is that still something one person can do?

The brain is swollen, like a computer that has been stuffed with too much information, and it is too slow to turn around.Jiang Luo's head was a little dizzy, and the fateful man's words resounded in his mind over and over again, making Jiang Luo grit his teeth to resist in annoyance.

"Only when evil is eradicated, will everything subside."

"Only you can end the disaster."

"Only you can kill him."

do not talk.

To shut up.

The fateful man suddenly turned his head and looked at the staggering black-haired young man behind him.

The dark-haired young man looked blank, he hastily supported the tree trunk.His face was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and under the thin sweat, his cheeks were slightly red from the hot water.

The gorgeous eyebrows and eyes were wrinkled uncomfortably, like a layer of foggy snowflakes.

The fateful man looked at him quietly, then turned and walked towards him.

Jiang Luo sensed his approach, and the weakness on his face became even stronger, and he looked up at him feebly.

This glance is clear and faint, and the fluctuations in the eyes are not clear.But under the ethereal outer shell, a somewhat ghostly sludge hides in the dark.Fated man's eyes flashed a bit of emotion, he sighed lightly, raised his hand to touch Jiang Luo's ear lightly, "Meditate."

The noise gradually stopped.

Jiang Luo rubbed his forehead pretending to be unwell, "Fated man..."

Fate said: "You should go back."

Jiang Luo returned to his residence full of doubts, but was caught by some people from Lu who had been waiting for him.

Just in time for lunch, Lu Yi dragged him to the restaurant, "Jiang Luo, is your cold feeling better?"

Jiang Luo nodded lightly, "Yes."

Lu Yi felt that there was something wrong with him, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he thought that his throat was uncomfortable and he didn't want to talk, so he specially served him a bowl of porridge, "Drink more of this porridge, it's good for your health."

Jiang Luo wanted to laugh, but held back.

There were a few more people at the dinner table, and the conversation became chattering.Lian Xue buried her head in her meal, and when Zhuo Zhongqiu asked her about Lian Bing's injury, she sighed, "My junior is not seriously injured, but those college students are still unconscious, their souls are all in the mirror After death, it is estimated that they will live in a vegetative state in the future."

"Uncle Master has no choice. He plans to try harder. If he really can't save him, that's all he can do."

Jiang Luo suddenly asked: "They haven't gone back until now, haven't their family members come?"

"I probably haven't noticed anything happened to them yet," Lian Xue said, "Li Xiaoxiao and the others often go out to collect folk songs during the winter vacation, and the family is used to it."

The people of fate are the people behind the world in the mirror, so the story of asking them to look in the mirror at midnight is very suspicious.

Jiang Luo didn't believe it was a coincidence, he felt that it was necessary for him to go and see Duan Zi and the others again.

After lunch, Jiang Luo told Wen Renlian and the others to hurry up and leave here.

He didn't want these people to get involved in these things, and with familiar people around, Jiang Luo couldn't play well.

Wenren didn't even force a few people to stay, Taoist Master Weihe knew they were going to leave, so he specially sent a little boy to lead them down the mountain.

Before leaving, several people repeatedly urged: "Don't forget the time of our trial."

Jiang Luo nodded and sent them all the way out the door.

It wasn't until their backs disappeared that Jiang Luo returned to the room to make up for the sleep he had spent the night before.

In the evening, two unusual guests came to "Wu Su Nian".

Xiao Tong led the stern-looking Tianshi and the owner of the funeral shop to the quiet room. After Feng Li said a few words to Taoist Weihe, he ran out of patience and stood up and said, "Where is he? I'll go and see him."

Daoist Weihe told the location, and Feng Li walked out without anyone else leading the way.

Seeing Tianshi's cold handsome face, Daoist Weihe said with a sneer: "Is he in a bad mood?"

"Why do you see him coming back here with a happy face?" The owner of the funeral shop slowly replied, "Forget about the Lian family at the bottom of the mountain. If Feng Li has the most annoying place, [-]% to [-]% are on the top of your mountain. Since he Knowing that his apprentice was also taken to the top of the mountain by you, his face was so swollen and dark that it was frightening."

Daoist Weihe muttered: "Is that why I insisted on letting his apprentice go up the mountain? Didn't I still..."

He swallowed the rest of the words in his stomach, and the owner of the funeral parlor pretended he didn't hear them.He turned to ask: "Is there anyone else going up the mountain these days?"

"Zhuo Zhengyu's daughter went up the mountain with a few classmates, stayed here overnight and then left," Daoist Wei He said absently, "Others? There are no others."

The owner of the funeral home heaved a sigh of relief.

It seems that what he gave was delivered.

When Feng Li came, Jiang Luo was still sleeping.

He stood by the bed and watched Jiang Luo for a while, and when he saw that he was not injured, he was ready to leave.But before leaving, Feng Li discovered something wrong with Jiang Luo.

The face is red and the lips are dry.His thin eyelids were tightly closed, black hair curled around his neck, and the heat burned all the way to his ears. The young man hugged the quilt, breathing heavily, looking pitiful.

Feng Li hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand to cover Jiang Luo's forehead, and sure enough, he had a fever.

He withdrew his hand, looked around, took off the towel at the side, went out, soaked in cold water, and placed it on Jiang Luo's head.

But after a while, the hotness on Jiang Luo's face not only did not ease, but was so hot that the cold towel was steaming.Feng Li frowned, stared at the sleeping Jiang Luo for a while, and walked out the door.

Jiang Luo fell asleep and his mouth was dry. When he opened his eyes, the whole room was dark.

It was probably past dinner time, Jiang Luo turned around lazily, but suddenly froze.

At some point on the bedside stood a tall figure, seeing him wake up, this person held something to Jiang Luo's lips, "Eat."

It was Feng Li's voice.

Jiang Luo hesitated for a moment, "Sir?"

Feng Li took a step forward, his sharp face was slightly revealed in the dark night.Something jumped from his arms onto Jiang Luo's body, weeping and crying.

Jiang Luo felt that this thing looked familiar, so he caught it in the dark and saw that it was a ginseng doll wearing a red bellyband.

The ginseng doll cried miserably, yellow teardrops rolled down from its eyes like pearls, it grabbed Jiang Luo's arm, and said coquettishly while crying, "Father."

An obvious beard was missing from Ginseng Jing's head, Jiang Luo wanted to understand what Feng Li was feeding him.He turned his head and saw that it was indeed a ginseng whisker.

Jiang Luo lowered his head and ate without hesitation.

The hot breath sprinkled on Feng Li's palm, and within a second, Jiang Luo backed away.

Feng Li withdrew his hand, rubbed his fingers over his palm, and said calmly, "You are sick."

Jiang Luo wondered if he could get Feng Li to take him down the mountain with the excuse of being sick, but considering that the ginseng essence was all here, this excuse obviously couldn't be achieved.He continued to pretend, and smiled indifferently, "Sickness is just a training for the disciple. The disciple is fine, so don't worry, sir."

Feng Li noticed his mistake, and his voice turned cold, "How many times have you soaked in the water of Xiaoquan Pond?"

"Twice," Jiang Luo said, "for an hour each time, the fateful person even dripped blood into it."

The aura on Feng Li's body was even more frightening. He turned around and left, strode out the door. Before leaving, he turned his head and glanced at Jiang Luo, "Come here."

Jiang Luo rolled over and got out of bed, and followed behind him with ginseng essence.

He could see that Feng Li was looking for trouble, and his bad thoughts were bubbling up one by one after watching a good show, and he wished Feng Li would rush to fight the fateful man.

However, can Feng Li beat Fate Man?

Ginseng essence lay in Jiang Luo's arms, no one coaxed it, it finally stopped crying, grabbed Jiang Luo's clothes and wanted to climb up, Jiang Luo didn't stop it, in a blink of an eye, ginseng essence was like a kitten Climb to Jiang Luo's shoulder.

It whispered in Jiang Luo's ear flatteringly: "Father, are you still feeling well?"

Jiang Luo wasn't actually sick, it was just that he lost a lot of blood after cutting his wrist and had a whole night of sexual dreams, which made him a little tired.He lost too much blood, even with ginseng essence, it couldn't replenish his blood in an instant.Jiang Luo is much better, but not completely healed.

But the wound on the wrist started to itch, and it should be scabbed and scarred.

This is also quite good, for the past two days, Jiang Luo has been daydreaming to protect this wound well.On the one hand, he didn't want the fateful people to find out that he was awake. On the other hand, it was a proof of Jiang Luo's current weakness. He didn't want to show this wound to anyone at all.

Even when he was lying on the podium in his dream, he was still wearing his upper body clothes, and his wrists were tightly guarded, and he would not take them off even if he died.

Jiang Luo wanted to take another bite of ginseng essence to nourish it, but he was afraid that it would be bad for his health if he overdosed it, so he could only look at it alive and kicking, "It's okay, what's the matter?"

The little ginseng didn't know that its father wanted to bite it, so it smiled and urged, "Dad, open your mouth."

Jiang Luo glanced at it lazily, "Why should I open my mouth?"

Little Ginseng carefully lifted up her red apron, and made a gesture of twisting her clothes, "I was careful when I started crying, my tears were all on my apron, I will twist water for you to drink, the medicine is effective. "

Jiang Luo: "..."

The little ginseng proudly said: "Father, the tears I cry are more useful than my beard. If you think it's good, can you tell your master not to pull out my beard in the future, and use my tears instead?"

Seeing that Jiang Luo wasn't tempted, it became impatient, "It's really useful, people aged 80 or [-] can grow black hair after drinking it."

"...Wring tears into my hair." Jiang Luo.

It's getting dark now, but it's actually only a little past six o'clock.Even if there is no entertainment on the top of the mountain, no one will sleep here.

Feng Li led Jiang Luo to find Daoist Weihe.

The owner of the funeral parlor was still chatting with Daoist Weihe, and was taken aback when he saw the two of them coming over.Feng Li's expression was deep, his air pressure was low, "What about him?"

He didn't say who this "he" was, but the two people who were asked knew who they were referring to.Daoist Weihe coughed and glanced at Jiang Luo, "He doesn't live here."

Feng Li's tone became colder, "Where does he live?"

Daoist Weihe hesitated and couldn't give an answer.

Listening to the conversation between the two of them, Jiang Luo felt that the owner of the funeral shop was watching him carefully.He remembered the earring, and his heart moved, his face was even more calm, and he looked back without any emotion.

Seeing Jiang Luo's apparently washed-out desire, the owner of the funeral home was horrified, and was also somewhat shocked on his face.He raised his finger and pointed at Jiang Luo, "You, you——"

How did Jiang Luo become like this!

Seeing Feng Li and Daoist Weihe looking at him, the owner of the funeral shop hurriedly said: "Feng Li, why did your apprentice become like this! It looks worse than the way you were once soaked in Xiaoquanchi."

Feng Li sneered, "Then you have to ask him."

Daoist Weihe sighed, and smoothed things over: "Your apprentice hasn't eaten yet, right? Let's go, let's go eat and drink some wine, don't scare the children."

Feng Li didn't move.

Daoist Weihe persuaded: "Tianshi, you can't find him now."

Feng Li finally turned his head and looked at Jiang Luo, "Are you hungry?"

Jiang Luo nodded.

Feng Li's anger slowed down a bit, he glanced coldly at Daoist Wei He: "Lead the way."

Daoist Weihe knew in his heart that he was being angered, he smiled wryly, and took the lead to go out, "Let's go, let's go drink."

Jiang Luo deliberately stayed at the end, but as expected, the owner of the funeral shop walked up to him again.

The owner of the funeral shop took a closer look at Jiang Luo's expression. Looking at it, his facial features were all wrinkled together, forming a bitter face.

"Jiang Luo?" He called tentatively, "Do you still want to learn spiritism?"

Jiang Luo smiled calmly, "These are all external things, it doesn't matter if you learn it or not."

The owner of the funeral home felt even colder, and recalled Jiang Luo's obsession with yin and yang rings before, and hurriedly said, "What about yin and yang rings, do you still like yin and yang rings?"

Jiang Luo paused, raised his right hand and said, "Is this what you're talking about?"

The funeral home owner nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Luo made a gesture to take off the yin and yang rings, "These are no different to me, if you like them, I'll give them to you."

Funeral shop owner: "...No, no."

He completely believed that Jiang Luo was washed out of his mind, and he sighed for a long time, "Didn't you receive the soul-destroying pendant I sent?"

Jiang Luo took out the earring earrings from his pocket, "The soul-destroying pendant? Is this it?"

The owner of the funeral home lit up, "Why don't you wear it?"

Jiang Luo asked back, "Why should I wear it?"

The funeral home owner was anxious, "It's good for you to wear it."

Jiang Luo smiled lightly, "I'm fine now."

Now he just doesn't eat soft and hard food, and doesn't eat oil or salt.The owner of the funeral parlor can't directly say that this will prevent you from being affected by the water of Tianbi Pool, because Jiang Luo has already been affected.

The owner of the funeral home was so worried, he gritted his teeth, "Tell me, why are you willing to wear it?"