This Damned Thirst for Survival

After Liao Si teased the beaver, he asked, "Where is the master."

"Upstairs," said Ge Wuchen, "but you'd better not disturb the master, he is resting now."

Liao Si shrugged helplessly and walked to sit down at another computer next to Ge Wuchen, "It seems that I didn’t come very coincidentally. Fortunately, I ran away from the boring New Year’s Eve dinner and wanted to see the host as soon as possible, so that the host could treat Qi. Ye's body has become my new body."

The flower raccoon said: "You said before that Qi Ye's body is very suitable for the owner, just the same as you."

"His body is indeed very suitable for the master," Liao Si also opened the game, intending to play a game with them. "It is so fit that people can't believe it. His spirit body is like a special born for the master. I dare say that if the master uses Qi Ye's body, it will definitely fit perfectly."

He coughed twice, "But the master has the body of a **** and doesn't need Qi Ye's body anymore, so he was taken by me."

This round of the game is over, and the two sides have no winners or losers. Ge Wuchen hadn't killed enough "Qingfeng Dao Ren". He once again invited the opponent to enter the next game, and added a mocking sentence that irritated the opponent and had to play, "But Qi Ye is a member of the Qi family, and he is also a mysterious person. A well-known genius of the younger generation in academia. Even if the Qi family falls, it is not convenient for you to occupy his identity. How do you go back to the old Liao’s house in Xiangxi? How do you use your corpse removal technique?"

It took a long time for Liao Si to stop his coughing. He didn't care about it and said: "There is always a way to solve these things, but the most important thing is that my body is about to fail."

The Coraver paused, and turned his face to look at him.

Liao Si was sitting on the computer chair. His clothes were thick, thicker than those of the monk Ge Wuchen. But even if it was wrapped into a spherical shape, it couldn't hide the thinness of his body. He is thinner and weaker than in summer, and his vitality disappears visible to the naked eye. Maybe one year, maybe two years, Liao Si may die.

The blue light of the computer illuminates the stubbornness in Liao Si's eyes, "You know, my dream."

"I am the descendant of the last generation of corpse chasers. If I die, the old Liao family's corpse chasing technique will be gone," Liao Si said. For ten years, the corpse oil has been soaked in the bones, and the body is full of the smell of corpses. I am proficient in corpse removal and have the same talent as my ancestors in this respect. But I have never driven corpses because my body is not enough. Take a trip to chase the corpse."

He said: "I really want to try how to get rid of the corpse... I really want to take a trip like that."

The flower raccoon looked back, "You will."

Liao Si laughed twice and looked at left and right strangely: "Hey, what about Tengbi."

Ge Wuchen said: "He has gone to give something for the master."

On the computer, the next game has already begun.

Jiang Luo played a few with them, and the three of them threw the handles back to the table and continued to make dumplings.

Making dumplings also depends on talent. In just a short moment, the dumplings made by Ye Xun and Wenren are beautiful and full, enough to be the standard. Other people’s products will not work. They either have too much stuffing or they are shriveled. When the quantity of the final bag is enough, everyone sweats.

When cooking, Jiang Luo only picked up hands and feet to help, and everyone else was refused entry into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Seror obediently handed the green onion to Jiang Luo. After seeing Jiang Luo picking it up, he whispered to Jiang Luo's ear, "Jiang, do you know black impermanence?"

Jiang Luo raised his head and glanced at him in surprise. Does Seror know that he is impermanent?

Seyol did not see his eyes, and said dullly: "When I was abroad, one night, a strange man stood by the bed and asked me to get up and ask me to come back to work. He said he was too busy to work. It is irresponsible to say that I left without asking for leave, and the annual leave will not be given to me. I have said so much and scared me directly."

Especially when I heard the four words "don't let go of annual leave", although I don't know why, Seror felt terrified.

Jiang Luo "pouched", "Cough, isn't it?"

Did Brother Hei go abroad to look for Seryol because he was too busy at work?

Serel nodded repeatedly, wondering: "The man wearing a high hat and holding a mourning stick, like the legendary impermanence."

Jiang Luo can already be sure that this is impermanence. But he didn't pierce the answer. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and smiled. "Serel, there is a saying called'Thinking in the day and dreaming in the night.' Do you think in your heart every day to ask God to succeed? That's why Nian read Heiwuchang to your side?"

Seyol thoughtfully, "So maybe the impermanence I see is a dream?"

Jiang Luo didn't say yes or no, "When you see him next time, you can touch him and see if he is physically or not, and if he is dreaming."

Seyol suddenly realized, "Okay."

Jiang Luo was busy in the kitchen for a while, and when he walked out of the kitchen, he found that snow started to fall outside the window.

He fixedly watched for a while and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The ground was already covered with a thin layer of snow, and there were no people visible outside on New Year's Eve. This is the first year that Jiang Luo has spent in this world. All the years are quiet and warm.

He opened the window to pick up a snowflake, watched the snowflake melt into water in his palm, and closed the window again with a smile.

Before crossing, the most years that Jiang had spent was celebrating the New Year alone. The food is better than usual. The most common thing is that the courier buys too much but can't finish it. Watching the Spring Festival Gala on TV let the meat and vegetables on the coffee table congeal into oil. There is no loneliness, and it is not pitiful. It is good to have a holiday to rest, but there is no feeling of Chinese New Year.

I didn't expect that after crossing, I would spend the New Year with so many people.

The corner of Jiang Luo's mouth curled up, and he was about to turn around and leave the window, but he paused, "Huh?"

Hearing his voice, Lu Yi walked to him curiously, "What's the matter?"

Looking outside, Lu Yi also whispered "Ah" in surprise. Outside the window, several black crows were flying outside carrying a bag.

"How come there are crows in this weather?" Lu Yi asked incredulously, "They... are they here to deliver things?"

Crow's blood-red eyes stared straight at Jiang Luo, and Jiang Luo instantly understood whose handwriting it was. He looked closely at the crow, opened the window slowly, and reached out towards the crow.

But the crow avoided his hand and flew into a small bush under the apartment.

Jiang Luo suddenly sneered, and withdrew his hand, "I want to catch it."

Lu Yi scratched his head and became curious, "Jiang Luo, do you want to go down and have a look?"

Jiang Luo said ruthlessly: "Don't go."

Lu Yi scratched his head and ran outside the door, "I'll go and see if it's a New Year gift from Santa Claus sent a crow!"

Before Jiang Luo had time to call him, he simply stood by the window and looked down. Soon, he saw Lu Yi exit the apartment and ran in the direction of the woods.

Lu Yi was wrapped in cotton clothes and looked around. Successfully saw the condescending crows on a tree branch, Lu made a few silly sounds, "Brother Bird, are you here to give New Year gifts?"

The crow cried twice and flew away with disdain.

Lu Yi couldn't figure it out. He circled the tree and found the bag that the crow had previously held in his mouth behind the trunk.

Lu Yi took the bag, and saw the word "Jiang Luo" in the lower left corner of the bag.

Oh, this is a gift for Jiang Luo.

Lu Yi was still wearing cotton mops when he came out, and was shivering with the cold at the moment. He wanted to go back with something. He just ran for two steps when the tree branch on his head suddenly rang, and a bunch of red things fell on his head. Lu Yi was taken aback, and the next second he was blindfolded.

He hurriedly pulled off the thing covering his face, took it in his hand and saw that it turned out to be a red scarf.

Is this also a gift for Jiang Luo? Why didn't you put it together with the bag?

Confusion flashed across Lu Yi's face. He looked up and down and left and right. He didn't find anyone. He hesitated and walked out with the scarf.

When he was about to walk to the door of the apartment, Lu Yi turned his head inexplicably and glanced in the woods.

The sky was full of flying snow, and the road behind him was silent except for his own footprints.

A thin layer of snow also accumulated on Lu Yi's head and shoulders. He fixedly watched for a while, and sneezed twice before slowly walking into the apartment.

He didn't know what he was looking at, but after reading it, he felt empty and uncomfortable.

strangeness.

He sniffed, buried his head and ran into the apartment.

The cold wind blew, and after a while, a man with short hair walked out of the dense forest.

The man was silent, holding a big knife in his hand, quietly looking at the apartment building not far away.

He is dressed in modern clothes, but his temperament is particularly special, with the murderous air of an ancient general.

"Strange," Teng Bi said lightly, and he raised his hand to touch his chest.

Will you also know the loss and sadness?

He stood quietly for a while, the wind and snow grew stronger and stronger, and the ears of the living dead could hear the human family reunion laughter and various human scents in the apartment.

The sky slowly darkened, and it was not until Teng Bi recovered that he realized that a thick layer of white snow had fallen on his body. At first glance, he looked like a snowman piled up.

Teng Bi moved, and the snow fell from him. He glanced at the familiar floor one last time and turned to leave.