This Damned Thirst for Survival

Jiang Luo soaked in the pool for an hour.

An hour later, he walked out of the pool and took the towel from the head of Wei Hedao. Dao Wei He asked tentatively: "How is it?"

Jiang Luo only felt that the fatigue from all over his body had disappeared a lot, and he was refreshed, and his mind seemed to be washed away. He wiped the water dew on his body, and felt that Dao Wei He looked much more kind, but he didn't know why, but he didn't have much interest in talking, "Not bad."

The fatalist smiled and said, "Go back."

Jiang Luo put on his clothes and walked back with them. Looking at the beautiful scenery of the lush mountains and plains all the way, there is no fluctuation in his heart.

The fatalist asked: "There is thick snow outside, and here is grass with long yingfei. Do you like this scene?"

Hearing this, Jiang Luo looked at the scenery around him. He clearly remembered that he really liked the vigorous and good scenery, and his mood would also rise in joy. But he didn't feel anything right now, so he said indifferently: "It's okay."

As soon as these two words were spoken, Jiang Luo realized that there was something wrong.

Is there something wrong with his mood?

It's too plain.

Jiang Luo tried to think about what the Qi family and Chi family had done, but the cruelty that he could not wait to destroy these two families before has been wiped out at this moment, and there is even a kind of indifference to stay out of the matter.

He went to think of Lu Yi, Ye Xun, Feng Li and Ji Yaozi, but his emotions did not fluctuate because of these people.

In the end, Jiang Luo's emotions suddenly moved and ripples appeared when he thought of Chi You.

His reason told him clearly that he was not right.

It seemed that what was washed away was not the filth left by the evil spirits on him, but his malice and desires.

No matter how sensible he is, his emotions are still plain and plain, and he has no idea to change it.

Jiang Luo even knew what thoughts he would have under normal conditions, and knew what he was like. But at this moment, he didn't bother to care about these.

Behind him, Chief Wei He and the Fate Man walked together.

Weihe Daochang looked at Jiang Luo's back for a long time, hesitated for a long time, and said, "You add your blood in the spring, and the effect is doubled. Jiang Luo soaks once for a month, and then soaks like this. A few times, he changed completely about him."

If you lose your desires and the evil thoughts of being a human, you will probably become like a fatalist who has the world in mind, but is indifferent to everything in the world.

Chief Wei He didn't know if it was good or bad to do it now, after all, Jiang Luo was still very young, the same age as Lian Xue and the others. When others are old, they will always be soft-hearted towards younger generations. Wei Hedao sighed, "Is this too fast?"

The fatalist said slowly: "His desire is too heavy, and it's time to clear it."

Chief Wei He said no more, and instead said: "There has been a lot of news from down the mountain. A state agency is investigating the Chi family, and a lot of things have been found. The Chi family is probably out of luck. The Tianshifu doesn’t know. What's going on, I also demarcated the Qijiachi family. I heard that the celestial master personally vented his temper. Zhuo Zhengyu also stood on the same line with the celestial master for his daughter. It is said that the Qichi family thought Act on his daughter and his daughter’s classmates."

"It's not just them, but Baihua University also sued the two companies to the Xuanling Joint Office. The high-level officers of the joint office knew you and delayed the trial. I want to ask if you are still protecting these two."

Dao Wei He took out a letter from his arms and handed it to the fatalist, "They want to know whether these two are for selfish desire or for the metaphysical world. If it is for the metaphysical world, they will protect these two even if they are infamy. Home, the court sentenced Shirakaba University to fail, and it is also considered a contribution to the metaphysical circle."

The fatalist did not accept this letter, and he whispered softly: "You don't need to protect it. What they did this time made me a little angry."

"They have exceeded my bottom line," the fatalist said in a gentle voice, "I said that Jiang Luo can't have any accidents, but they laid their hands on Jiang. The future of the metaphysical world is no longer in their eyes. Here, they are useless."

Dao Wei He listened to the last words of the fatalist, "Let's throw them away."

Just like throwing away an ant or a bag of useless garbage, the tone of the fatalist did not even change.

"Yes." Wei He Daochang replied with a tremor in his heart.

Jiang Luo returned to his room.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed and hadn't changed the wet clothes underneath his down jacket.

These clothes gradually became cold and hard, absorbing the warmth of the coat. The back of Jiang Luo's hand was pale, and the color of his lips was purple from the cold.

But he doesn't want to pay attention to these now.

He was motionless like a rock, his eyes rolled around, scanning the entire room.

The rooms are well-regulated, without any novelty, and very boring.

But Jiang Luo felt boring intellectually, but he couldn't produce the corresponding emotions.

The slight disgust was born, and after the disgust accumulated, Jiang Luo felt a feeling of disgust.

He hates his state.

So he started thinking about evil spirits crazily, and he didn't want to, but now only that lunatic can drive his emotions. Jiang Luo thought about their previous confrontation, about the eighteen times the evil spirit killed him, and he has not returned three times.

Thinking of going to bed that time again, thinking that he had pierced the evil spirit's mind, Chi You's neurosis actually fell in love with him, and ran away in front of him. Jiang Luo has the upper hand. Sooner or later, he will make the evil spirits surrender, and the evil spirits also want to conquer him.

The tip of the knife, blood, and cigarettes.

Sweat and pleasure.

Emotional fluctuations became greater and greater, suddenly breaking the deadlock. Jiang Luo frowned, as if he had freed himself from the shackles, he let out a foul breath.

He lay back, shivering and wrapping the quilt around himself.

But Jiang Luo enjoys the cold at this moment, his lips trembled and he muttered to himself, "This is cold, cold..."

"When it's cold, you have to cover it. This feeling is called warm..."

He took off his wet clothes and put on clean and warm clothes again after he felt that he was back to normal.

There was a kettle beside the table. After pouring a cup of hot water and drinking his stomach, he finally walked out of the cold. Jiang Luo looked down at the hot water, his eyes gloomy, he was holding the cup, and a strong killing intent and irritability grew in his heart.

The state just now was so terrible, it wasn't him at all.

Thinking of the spring pool that made him like this, Jiang Luo felt nauseated.

But these hostility and disgust appear as if they have been suppressed, and they quickly appear and disappear quickly. Before Jiang Luo let go of the anger, the anger disappeared by himself.

Jiang Luo understood that this was because he had not fully recovered.

Now is not the time to worry about anger, Jiang Luo pondered for a moment, then suddenly took a step back and let go of his hands.

The porcelain cup in his hand fell to the ground quickly, and after a crisp sound, the porcelain cup fell into large and small fragments.

Jiang Luo picked up a small piece of porcelain with pointed ends on both sides and put it on his body, leaving the door blankly.

When going out of the house, a child asked: "Brother, where are you going?"

Jiang Luo said indifferently: "Go for a walk."

The boy didn't stop him, but watched him go out.

The empty space in front of the courtyard was cleaned by the children, but there was still thick white snow in other places. Jiang Luo randomly picked up a direction and walked away. When he walked far enough, he hid in a shelter from the wind, picked up the tiles and cut them off his wrists.

The blood flowed out instantly, dyeing the snow on the ground red.

Jiang Luo faintly watched the loss of this blood, and it didn't take long before his face became pale and sickly.

His lips were pale, but his eyes gradually brightened.

Under the death threat of blood loss, Jiang Luo's survival instinct burst to the limit. The intense stimulation of life and death caused his cerebral cortex to tremble constantly. He completely got rid of his listless appearance. Jiang Luo shook his hand and took the hemostatic talisman from his pocket and pressed it on the wound, but the corner of his mouth was pulled higher and higher.

The hemostatic charm successfully scalded the wound into a hideous scar, but Jiang Luo didn't care. With a high smile, he hummed a song and pulled his sleeves down to cover the cut wound. The dizziness and suffocation caused by the loss of blood could not stop his good mood.

He even wanted to shout: This is the feeling!

The feeling of no wind and no waves before almost made him suffocated to death. Jiang Luo sat down and rested for a while, wanting to have another cigarette to celebrate that he had recovered himself.

After regaining his strength a little bit, Jiang Luo raised his hand and looked at it again, and began to wonder what the meaning of Daowei Wei He and Fate Man really meant.

To get rid of filth is to get rid of his desires? Let him become a Taoist priest?

No, Ge Zhu is also a Taoist priest. Isn't he still a little money fan?

No matter what the two of them were thinking, Jiang Luo was annoyed by the pool of water. He was tempted to destroy the pool of water, but since he didn't have much energy now, he could only let go of this idea a pity.

Compared to destroying the pool, Jiang Luo should think about it, what should he do tomorrow?

Looking at their attitude, it seemed that they had made up their minds to remove the dirt from Jiang Luo's body. Only one hour of soaking today has made Jiang Luo such a big change. Today he can still realize that he is wrong, what about tomorrow, the day after tomorrow? Or ten days later?

Jiang Luo didn't want to be like a fatalist or a Lianjia very much.

He looked at a large swath of snow that was stained and burned by his own blood, knowing that he could only do it once in such a way to sober himself up.

There is only so much blood in the human body, and Jiang Luo's body cannot bear the second crisis. If this is still the case tomorrow, he can only exchange for another way of death that can stimulate his life and death.

Jiang Luo thought thoughtfully.

But tomorrow, can he still think of awakening himself in this way?

Jiang Luo slowly stood up.

He didn't go back, but wrapped his clothes tightly, took care of his blood stains, and planned to go down the mountain.

Even if doing so might arouse the anger of Lian Jia and Feng Li, he didn't want to care. The consequences are not as important as his own.

Jiang Luo looked at the sky, chose a path, and walked down the mountain.