This Damned Thirst for Survival

Feng Li, a staid person, really has dirty secrets.

Sure enough, the crows in the world are generally dark.

Jiang Luo's lips curled up, and he let go of Feng Li's hand. Feng Li paused, and slowly stood up straight, looking at Jiang Luo deeply.

The fog obscured their figures, making it difficult for people on the shore to see them. Jiang Luo couldn't see what Feng Li was thinking, and he was not interested in knowing. However, Jiang Luo saw that the faint filth on Feng Li's body suddenly became thicker next to his black water.

It's like a ribbon scattered around, swaying leisurely, and being purified by a fountain when it is not noticeable.

Jiang Luo wanted to take a closer look, but a child ran over from the outside in a panic, shouting, "Dao Master, it's not good, the formation on the mountain has been destroyed!"

Wei Hedao was startled, "What?!"

Ten minutes later, everyone came to the formation.

This mountain is not Lianjia’s mountain, but only Lian’s family can come up to the top of the mountain. There are two formations at "Wu Su Nian", one is the internal front formation, and the other is the external formation that prevents ordinary people from climbing to the top of the mountain. The destructive formation that Xiaotong said was an externally large formation.

Jiang Luo also came over in his clothes. He squatted by the formation, watching the black coke traces on the ground.

The fatalist looked at the extent of the damage, and said lightly: "It's completely destroyed."

Dao Wei Wei's face was ugly, "This formation has been persisted for 20 or 30 years, but which expert broke it?"

"Ah!" The little boy screamed again, pulling Wei He Dao's long sleeves and pointing to the internal formation in front of the door of "Wu Su Nian" behind him, "Master Dao, look at it!"

The group turned their heads and looked in front of the door, and saw a section of gray smoke emerging out of thin air in the doorway, like the color of smoke from firewood, which means that something hit the formation and was burned into smoke by the formation.

Chief Wei He said angrily: "Who is it!"

He hurried over to check.

Except for Wei He Daochang, the others are not in a hurry. The funeral shop owner walked next to Jiang Luo, shaking his head and said: "Who is it that can't think of driving here? There is a fatalist, a celestial master, and a veteran leader. Isn't this self-defeating?"

Jiang Luo didn't care who rushed up, he touched his ears, "Lao Ji, this thing is very useful, how did you cultivate it?"

After Ji Yaozi knew his nature, he became vigilant when he heard this sentence, "What do you want to do, don't you still want to engage in wholesale?"

Jiang Luo nodded unexpectedly, "As a pair, I think I still lack an eardrop."

"You think it’s too little to get into other people’s interior scenes once a day," Ji Yaozi rolled his eyes and said directly, "but you can only do that once a day, no matter how many dementors you have. You think the soul is out. How easy is it? Once a day is already very reluctant, I still dare to give you this earring when your soul is stronger than ordinary people, and your body and soul are extremely fit. You can rest assured."

Jiang Luo had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​another dementia.

However, taking advantage of the fact that everyone else is busy with the formation being broken, Jiang Luo has a clever idea and said: "Old Ji, I have something to do. You can help me see the next person."

After that, before Ji Yaozi agreed, he walked into the courtyard in a low-key manner.

The place to treat several people is in the pharmacy.

Jiang Luo came to the pharmacy silently, closed the door, walked into the inner room, and saw three people lying on the bed.

Duan, Du Ge, and Qin Yun lie down one by one. There is no damage on their appearance, but they have been unconscious, their faces pale as paper.

Jiang Luo looked at them one by one and tested their pulse, heartbeat, and breathing. The physical characteristics of the three people were all living.

He didn't notice any abnormalities. Is it really a coincidence that Joke asked them to watch the candles? In the dream, these three people were all dead, and neither he nor Lian's third siblings really had an accident. Is it also a coincidence?

The things in the pharmacy were piled up in a mess, Jiang Luo let the three people go and began to check the surrounding things. There is a window in the inner room, and the glass seems to have gone through decades of ups and downs. Both sides are dyed waxy yellow. You can't see anything outside. Jiang Luo walked to the window and looked out, and found that the firewood house was on the opposite side of the window.

Obviously, as long as there is electricity to boil water and cook, you can also have fire symbols if there is no electricity. There was a high pile of firewood in front of the firewood house, which was almost higher than the firewood house.

Jiang Luo took a casual look and saw that there seemed to be a colorful thing under the firewood pile covered by waterproof plastic sheet.

He watched for a while, moved in his heart, opened the door and walked to the bottom of the firewood.

A child came over to ask Jiang Luo what he was doing, Jiang Luo smiled and said, "It's okay, go ahead, I'll just take a look."

After the people left, Jiang Luo walked around to the other side, and he saw the colorful things he saw in the pharmacy. Look at the texture, it looked like paper.

The pile of matches is very high, almost 2.5 meters high. Jiang Luo stepped on a rock and stretched out his hand to pull out the things under the plastic sheet.

The two paper men were dragged to the ground.

Jiang Luo separated the two paper figures and squatted down to examine the appearance of the two paper figures.

The man has a mole on his nose, one eye is big and the eye is small; the woman has deep wrinkles and looks like a benevolent eyebrow.

Their hair was painted white, and they were two old paper people.

The appearance of the two paper figures slowly eased the overlap of the two people in Jiang Luo's memory.

The two old couples who sent firewood up the mountain and suddenly encountered a blizzard.

Jiang Luo already understood, he held his chin and smiled meaningfully, "Interesting."

"What's interesting?"

Someone asked behind him.

Jiang Luo paused, turned his head naturally, smiled calmly and calmly, "Sir, I mean there are two paper people here, which is very interesting."

After speaking, he smiled faintly again, "But it's just a paper man, not surprising."

Feng Li cast his gaze on the paper man, "These two paper men have been used."

"Huh?" Jiang Luo asked humbly, "the disciple didn't see it."

"You haven't learned it yet, of course you can't see it," Feng Li said. "Look at their eyes."

Jiang Luo looked back, and the eyes of the two paper men were dim and dull, as if they had been washed away with a layer of color, completely different from the bright colors on their bodies. There was also a white dot in the middle of his eyes, which was extremely realistic, which reminded Jiang Luo of the idiom "to add the finishing touch."

"Some paper people can be fake and real, and they will live if they just click on their eyes," Feng Li said.

Jiang Luo suddenly realized, "It turned out to be like this."

He also wanted to ask Feng Li again how to distinguish the living paper people. Feng Li suddenly took a step forward, pulled his wrist around to the back of the firewood pile and hid.

Jiang Luo knew that Feng Li must have done this because someone had come, but who would make the dignified celestial masters hide?

He waited patiently. After a while, Dao Master Wei He's voice rang out, "Fate, do you have time to make up for that formation?"

Before the fatalist could answer, the funeral shop owner said loudly, "Dao Weihe, can't you make up for that formation?"

His voice was loud as if he was deliberately reminding someone.

Wei He raised his ears and wondered: "If it's just broken, I can certainly make it up, but that formation has been completely destroyed. It is said that it is a make up, but in fact it is done again. This is what happened decades ago. The old formation, I really don’t have much confidence... What are you doing so loudly?"

The funeral shop owner’s voice was louder and more authentic: "I'm afraid you won't be able to hear you when you are old."

Wei Hedao long sleeves, "You--"

"Okay," the fatalist said, "Don't make noise."

Chief Weihe and the owner of the funeral shop stopped talking, Jiang Luo looked slightly, and saw Li Xiao coming out from the corner of the corridor, she also met the three fatalists.

Jiang Luo narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the changes in her expression.

Li Xiao was a little bit scared of life, but also endured fear and stepped forward, "Good uncles."

She lowered her head all the way, not daring to look up at people, and after a few words with Dao Master Weihe, she passed by cautiously, the whole process did not overlap with the fatalist.

With Jiang Luo's precise gaze, he couldn't tell whether the scene where Li Xiao didn't recognize the destiny was performed or real.

He asked for foreign aid wisely, "Sir, look at this girl, is she a paperman?"

Jiang Luo originally thought Feng Li was just standing by his side and taking a look, who knew that someone was posted behind him.

He, a staid abstinent master, took a look in the direction he was pointing, but did not answer, and instead asked: "What is her relationship with you?"

The scent of sandalwood from the heavenly master came. I don't know if it was Jiang Luo's illusion. When Feng Li approached him, the temperature of his body suddenly dropped a lot, and the wind sobbed like howling.

Jiang Luo was inexplicable, "Stranger relationship."

Feng Li Yuguang glanced at Li Xiao, frowned slightly, and looked for a while before saying: "It's a paper man."