This Damned Thirst for Survival

What a shit.

Jiang Luo almost rolled his eyes without holding back.

Is the metaphysical world destroyed or existed? What's the matter with him?

In addition to sneers, Jiang Luo keenly caught the fate's fault.

The "he" that the fatalist said, except for Chi Youjiangluo, could not think of anyone else.

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

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

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

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

No one likes the unbearableness of the past being pulled out in front of them again. People behind the scenes know Jiang Luo's experience in this world and copy it in the mirror world. The dirtiest, most shameful and dilapidated memories were seen by others, and this simply caused Jiang Luo to rise up vigorously and hostilely.

From the world in the mirror to the present, the fatalist has been inducing Jiang Luo to see Chi You's sinful nature and inducing Jiang Luo to kill Chi You. Jiang Luo really wanted to kill Chi You, want to conquer the evil spirits, let the evil spirits surrender under his feet, but he was extremely disgusted with others to control him to do such things.

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

What kind of thing are you that you want to induce me?

With new hatreds and old hatreds, the destiny succeeded in one fell swoop and became the person Jiang Luo wanted to get rid of most.

The waves in Jiang Luo's heart were ups and downs, and he looked at the Fate Man in a daze, as if he had lost his sanity.

The Fate Man took his hand, led Jiang Luo to get up from Koizumi Pond, and walked out slowly.

Jiang Luo's clothes were soaked, and the water slipped from the bottom of his trousers, but he didn't feel any chill. The fatalist took him away from the path, and every step he took, the surrounding scenery changed tremendously.

Rivers, mountains and rivers passed by them.

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

From the process of primitive people searching for caves during the primitive hunting period, to Hetu Luoshu, to the birth of Xiantian and Houtian gossip. From royal buildings to feng shui mausoleums, from astronomical calendars to agricultural weather. All the seniors in the metaphysical world have experienced life and death, and one generation is another generation, ranging from house inspections and construction to family fortune and national fortune. The twinkling stars changed, and millions of stars replaced Sheng Yang, suddenly unfolding above 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 gossip picture.

Heaven, earth, thunder and wind.

Fire, water, mountains, and ze.

The ever-changing stars are dazzling.

This scene was extremely shocking. Jiang Luo saw his neck sore. He turned his head back and looked to the ground, but suddenly found himself standing among the snow-capped mountains.

The majestic snow was blowing his hair, Jiang Luo looked in the direction of the Fate, and the Fate was still taking him forward. The footsteps of the two people left a slender footprint in the snow. The next step was to take the next step. The scenery of the snow-capped mountains faded, and the hot magma came with sparks.

They reached the depths of the volcano.

The burning red flame rushed fiercely, Jiang Luo closed his eyes, and the fatalist led him to jump into the magma, and fell quickly into the deep blue seabed.

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

Finally, the fatalist took him and stood under the aurora, turned his head and whispered softly: "If these things are destroyed, wouldn't it be a pity?"

When he opened his eyes again, Jiang Luo found that he was still soaking in the Koizumi Pond.

The fatalist stood by the pool and said: "The time is almost here, you can come out."

Jiang Luo paused in a daze, walked out of the spring slowly, and put on new clothes. Walk back with the fatalist.

What was the means by the Fate Man just now?

Is that still something one can do?

The brain is bulging, like a computer that has been stuffed with too much information, and it's too slow to turn. Jiang Luo's mind was a little dizzy, and the fateful words rang in his mind over and over again, making Jiang Luo gritted his teeth to resist.

"Only when sin is eliminated, everything will be subdued."

"Only you can end the disaster."

"Only you can kill him."

do not talk.

Shut up.

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

The black-haired youth had no spirit in his eyes, and he hurriedly supported the tree trunk. His face was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and under the thin sweat, his cheeks were steamed red with hot water.

The gorgeous eyebrows wrinkled uncomfortably, like misted snowflakes.

The fatalist looked at him quietly, turned around and walked towards him.

Jiang Luo noticed his approach, and the weakness on his face was even better. He raised his eyes weakly and glanced at him.

His eyes were clear and light, and the fluctuations in his eyes were unclear. But under the ethereal shell, a sort of ghostly sludge hides underneath. There was a moment of emotion in the eyes of the fatalist, he sighed lightly, raised his hand and gently touched Jiang Luo's ear, "Med."

The noise gradually stopped.

Jiang Luo pretended to rub his forehead uncomfortably, "Fate man..."

Fate and humane: "You should go back."

Jiang Luo returned to his residence with a lot of doubts, and was caught by a few people from Lu who had been waiting for him here.

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

Jiang Luo nodded faintly, "Yeah."

Lu Yi felt that something was wrong with him, but couldn't tell what was wrong. He thought he had an uncomfortable throat and didn't want to talk, so he specially filled him with a bowl of porridge, "You drink more of this porridge, which is good for your health."

Jiang Luo wanted to laugh, but he endured it again.

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

"Uncle Master has nothing to do. He plans to work hard, if he can't save it, he can only do so."

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

"It shouldn't be discovered that they have had an accident," Lian Xue said, "Li Xiaoshu and the others often go out to gather during the winter vacation, and the family members are used to it."

The fatalists are the people behind the world in the mirror, so it is very suspicious to take the initiative to ask them to look in the mirror at midnight.

Jiang Luo didn't believe it was a coincidence. He felt that he had to look at a few others again.

After lunch, Jiang Luo asked Wenrenlian several people to hurry up and leave here.

He didn't want these people to get involved in these things, and with familiar people around him, Jiang Luo wasn't very good at acting either.

Wenren didn't even force a few people to stay. Dao Weihe knew that they were leaving, so he sent children to lead them down the mountain.

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

Jiang Luo nodded and kept sending them 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 extraordinary guests came to Wusu Nian.

The boy led the stern-faced celestial master and the funeral shop owner to the quiet room. After Feng Li and Daoist Weihe spoke a few words, they ran out of patience and stood up and said, "Where is he? I'll go see him."

Dao Wei He said the position, Feng Li didn't need others to lead the way, and walked out on his own.

Looking at the celestial master's cold face, Wei He Dao Chang smiled and said, "Is he in a bad mood?"

"Where did you see him coming back here with a happy face?" The funeral shop owner replied slowly, "Just forget the Lianjia under the mountain. If Feng Li has the most annoying place, 70% to 80% of it is on the top of the mountain. Since he After knowing that his apprentice was also brought to the top of the mountain by you, his face was stretched and scary black."

Dao Wei He muttered: "Is that what I have to let his apprentice go up the mountain? I'm not still..."

He swallowed the rest of the words in his stomach, and the funeral shop owner didn't even hear it. He turned to ask: "Are anyone else going up the mountain these days?"

"Zuo Zhengyu's daughter took a few classmates up the mountain, stayed here all night and then left," Wei He said absent-mindedly, "Others? No one else."

The owner of the funeral shop breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that he delivered the things he gave.

When Feng Li came, Jiang Luo was still asleep.

He stood by the bed and looked at Jiang Luo for a while, and was ready to leave after seeing that he was not injured. But before leaving, Feng Li discovered that Jiang Luo was wrong.

The face is red and the lips are dry. His thin eyelids were tightly closed, his black hair was winding around his neck, his hotness was burning to the roots of his ears, and the young man was holding the quilt, breathing heavily, and looked pitiful.

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

He retracted his hand, looked around, took off the towel on the side, walked out the door, 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 didn't ease, but the hot towels were steaming hot. Feng Li frowned, stared at Jiang Luo who was sleeping for a long while, and walked out the door.

Jiang Luo slept with dry mouth, and when he opened his eyes, the whole room was dark.

It was estimated that it was time for dinner, Jiang Luo turned around lazily, but suddenly froze.

I don't know when a tall figure stood on the head of the bed. He woke up. This person held something to Jiang Luo's lips, "I ate it."

It was Feng Li's voice.

Jiang Luo hesitated for a moment, "Sir?"

Feng Li took a step forward, and the sharp contours of his face appeared slightly in the dark. Something jumped from his arms to Jiang Luo's body, crying "woooooo".

Jiang Luo thought this thing was a bit familiar. He caught it in the dark and found that it was a ginseng doll wearing a red belly.

The ginseng doll was crying miserably, and yellow teardrops rolled from its eyes like pearls. It grabbed Jiang Luo's arm and said coquettishly while crying: "Dad."

There was an obvious beard missing from the ginseng essence's head, and 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 nose fell on Feng Li's palm, but within a second, Jiang Luo retreated.

Feng Li retracted his hand, rubbing his fingers across his palm, his expression faint, "You are sick."

Jiang Luo wondered if he could let Feng Li take him down the mountain by using the reason of illness, but considering that the ginseng essence was here, this excuse obviously couldn't be made. He continued to pretend and smile indifferently, "Illness is just a training for the disciple, the disciple is okay, sir, don't worry."

Feng Li noticed his fault, his voice became cold, "How many times have you soaked in the water in the Koquan Pond?"

"Twice," Jiang Luo said, "for an hour each time, the fatalist even dripped blood in it."

The aura on Feng Li's body was even more frightening. He quickly turned and left, strode out the door, and before leaving the door, he looked back at Jiang Luo and said, "Come here."

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

He could see that Feng Li was going to look for trouble, and the bad thoughts of watching the good show were bubbling up one by one, and he wished that Feng Li hurriedly went to fight with the fatalist.

However, can Feng Li beat the fate?

The ginseng essence was lying in Jiang Luo's arms, no one coaxed it, and finally it no longer shed tears, clutching Jiang Luo's clothes and wanted to climb up, Jiang Luo did not stop it, and in a blink of an eye, the ginseng essence was just like a kitten Climbed to Jiang Luo's shoulders.

It kindly said in Jiang Luo's ear: "Dad, are you still uncomfortable?"

Jiang Luo wasn't actually ill, but he was a little tired after cutting his wrist and losing a lot of blood and a whole night of spring dreams. He lost too much blood, even if the ginseng essence is a great tonic, it can't make up his blood in an instant. Jiang Luo is much better, but he is not completely better.

But the wound on the wrist started to itch, and it should be about to scab off.

This is also very good. In the past two days, Jiang Luo has taken care of this wound in his daydreams. On the one hand, they don't want the destiny to find that they are sober. On the other hand, this is proof of Jiang Luo's current weakness. He doesn't want to expose this wound in front of 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 guarded tightly to prevent death.

Jiang Luo wanted to take another bite of ginseng tonic, but he was afraid that it would be bad for his health. He could only watch it lively, "It's okay, why?"

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

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

The little ginseng carefully lifted up his red belly and made a posture of twisting his clothes, "I was careful when I first cried. The tears were all crying on my belly. I wring water for you to drink, the effect of the medicine is useful. "

Jiang Luo: "..."

The little ginseng proudly said: "Dad, the tears I cried are more useful than the beards and beards. If you feel good, can you tell your master to stop pulling my beards and beards in the future and use my tears instead?"

Seeing Jiang Luo not tempted, he became anxious, "It's really useful. Old people in their 70s and 80s can grow black hair after drinking it."

"...Twist the tears into my hair." Jiang Luo.

It was dark now, but it was actually just over six o'clock. Even on the top of the mountain without any entertainment, no one can sleep here.

Feng Li has been leading Jiang Luo to find Dao Chief Wei He.

The owner of the funeral shop was still chatting with Wei Hedao, and he was taken aback when he saw them both coming over. Feng Li's expression was deep and the pressure was low, "Where is him."

He didn't say who this "he" was, but the two people asked knew who it was. Wei He coughed a long cough and looked at Jiang Luo, "He doesn't live here."

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

Weihedao froze for a long time, unable to give an answer.

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

The owner of the funeral shop looked at Jiang Luo's apparent desire to be washed away, and was shocked in his heart. He raised his finger to Jiang Luo, "You, you, you—"

How did Jiang Luo become like this!

Seeing Feng Li and Weihe Daochang both looking at themselves, the funeral shop owner quickly said: "Feng Li, how come your apprentice has become like this! It looks more serious than you were once soaked in Koizumi Pond."

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

Wei Hedao sighed and said roundly, "Your apprentice hasn't eaten yet? Let's go, let's eat, have a little wine, and don't scare the children."

Feng Li didn't move.

Dao Wei He persuaded: "Tianshi, you can't find him if you look for it now."

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

Jiang Luo nodded.

Feng Li's anger eased slightly, he coldly glanced at Dao Long Wei He: "Lead the way."

Dao Wei Wei knew in his heart that he was being angered, he smiled bitterly, and took the lead to go out, "Walk around and drink."

Jiang Luo was deliberately at the end, but as expected, the owner of the funeral shop walked along and walked to him again.

The owner of the funeral shop took a closer look at Jiang Luo's expression again, and when he looked at it, his facial features were all wrinkled together, turning into a bitter face.

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

Jiang Luo smiled calmly and calmly, "These are all things outside of the body, and it's the same whether you learn or not."

The owner of the funeral shop felt even colder, and remembered Jiang Luo's dedication to the Yin-Yang ring before, and quickly said, "Where is the Yin-Yang ring, do you still like the Yin-Yang ring?"

Jiang Luo paused, then raised his right hand and said, "This is what you said?"

The owner of the funeral shop nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Luo acted to remove the Yin-Yang ring, "These are no different to me. If you like it, I will give it to you."

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

He completely believed that Jiang Luo had been washed out of consciousness, and he sighed for a long time, "Didn't you receive the Dementor Pendant I sent?"

Jiang Luo took out the earrings with earrings from his pocket, "Desperate pendant? Is it this?"

The funeral shop owner's eyes lit up, "Why don't you wear it?"

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

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

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

He just doesn't eat hard and soft, and doesn't add oil and salt. The owner of the funeral shop cannot directly say that this will prevent you from being affected by the water in Tianbi Chi, because Jiang Luo has already been affected.

The owner of the funeral shop was so worried that he gritted his teeth and said, "Go ahead, why are you willing to wear it?"