This Damned Thirst for Survival

What people fear most is not not seeing hope, but losing hope again after seeing hope.

Seeing the destiny of the true god, there is no way to persist for two hundred years.

He would come to the temple every day to wait for the true God to come again, constantly recalling what the true God had said. As time passed, the Fate Man began to waver.

The only obsession of a fatal man is to become a god, because Chi You will kill him to prevent him from becoming a god, so he wants to kill Chi You. He doesn't really care about fame, but people who have become gods from ancient times to the present have a good reputation.

However, what the true **** said makes sense.

He deceived the world, this is the original sin. He who doesn't admit his sins is likely to never become a god.

If Chi You hadn't been seriously injured by him, then the fatalist would definitely not consider admitting his mistake. But now the only person who can kill him is either dead or injured. Even if other people know that they have been deceived, they can't help the fate. It is not unacceptable that you can become a **** if you admit your faults.

Just like what he once said, no matter what the price is, even if you will die in the next second after becoming a god, the fatalist is willing to do so.

Waiting day after day, the fatalist gradually made up his mind.

foreign.

Chi Youtun had too many ghosts, Jiang Luo wondered if he couldn't catch a place to sap the wool, and then changed the plane to a more famous psychic city in South America.

This city has always been famous for weirdness, and here is the world's largest witch market. Countless witches, astrologers, and fortune tellers will gather here to sell all kinds of weird things.

After seeing the Witch Market, Jiang Luo couldn't help but open his eyes.

Here are mostly sheds set up as shops. The shopkeepers arbitrarily spread a blanket on the ground and place the things they sell on the blankets, just like the most down-to-earth vendors.

It looks lively and ordinary, but when you look at the things on their stalls, you know that this is definitely not an ordinary market.

Dried camel fetuses, dried toad corpses, owl feathers, poisonous snake teeth... occasionally there are some humanoid dry fingers, and various animal hearts.

Jiang Luo was dazzled, but he really saw a faint ghostly air on some things.

He tilted his head to Chi You's ear and said, "Did you see any good things?"

The evil spirit looked around with great interest, and also whispered back in Jiang Luo's ear: "No."

"Keep your eyes open and take a good look," Jiang Luo warned, "It's best to pick up some leaks."

The evil spirit sneered at the term "picking up the leaks", and he said the same thing as Lu Yi once, "I need to pick up the leaks? Honey, I have money, a lot of money."

Jiang Luo: "..."

The Witch Market is a long street. When Jiang Luo and Chi You are halfway through, the content of the street is slowly shifting from shops to fortunetelling.

When they passed by a black-hat witch who used a crystal ball for divination, the witch suddenly stopped them, "Hey, those two Orientals."

Jiang Luo originally thought it was not calling them, but the witch once again said in an old voice: "An Oriental boy with long black hair."

There are definitely many Orientals on the street, but Jiang Luo is the only boy with long hair. Jiang Luo paused, narrowed his eyes and turned back.

The witch's face was full of wrinkles, and her eyelids were loose and drooped, covering half of her cloudy eyes. She was staring at Jiang Luo firmly, as if she saw some incomprehensible mystery in Jiang Luo.

"I can do a divination for you for free," the old witch said slowly, "Trust me, boy, you better not miss this opportunity."

Jiang Luo thought he was a person who respected the old and loved the young. He walked briskly to the witch table and sat down, "What do you want to fortune for me?"

The old witch did not answer him immediately, but looked at Chi You and said forcefully: "When I divination, he can't be by your side."

Jiang Luo gloated back and said, "Chi You, you are disgusted."

Standing beside Jiang Luo with his hands in his pockets, the evil spirit said helplessly, "What should I do then."

The witch looked at him, then at Jiang Luo, and said clearly, "I only need your partner's twenty minutes."

This sentence obviously pleased the evil spirits, and the evil spirits stepped aside to make room for them.

Jiang Luo coughed and coughed, "Okay, you can talk."

The witch's hand covered with age spots slowly rubbed the crystal ball, "Child, do you have any questions that you want to know but can't find the answer to."

Jiang Luo played Tai Chi, "Everyone will have this kind of problem."

"But yours is particularly different." The witch said.

Jiang Luo smiled slightly.

The old witch took a deep look at him, "I have been here for fortune-telling for thirty years, and this is the first time I have seen someone like you. I can't see where you came from, but my crystal ball can see clearly. Don't you want to Do you want to know where you came from?"

The smile at the corner of Jiang Luo's mouth stiffened, his eyes cold instantly, "What do you know?"

The witch lowered her head and looked at the crystal ball intently. "Child, look at the crystal ball intently, thinking of your question in your heart. If you succeed, maybe you will get the answer you want."

Jiang Luo looked at the witch for a long while, before lowering his head and looking at the transparent crystal ball. He was dubious, but he kept repeating the phrase "Why did I come to this world" in his heart.

When using the crystal ball for divination, the divination person cannot blink. Jiang Luo's eyes were very dry, and fifteen minutes later, a cloud of white smoke suddenly appeared in the crystal ball.

The smoke slowly fainted, covering the entire crystal ball. Jiang Luo couldn't help but condensed his eyes, and in the next instant, a fuzzy picture appeared in the smoke.

The moment he saw the picture clearly, Jiang Luo's pupils suddenly tightened.

He saw him who hadn't crossed, he saw a familiar design institute, and a Party A who was talking to him about work.

Party A is a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a checkered shirt and black pants. He looks ordinary and looks a little timid. He is talking about the design requirements.

After seeing Party A's face, Jiang Luo felt a bit familiar.

Oh, he remembered... This was a superfluous job that was temporarily pushed over him by a colleague and asked him to help this client design a two-story independent villa. This job didn't belong to Jiang Luo. In addition, he was already off work at the time. Although Jiang Luo entertained the client with a smile, the details of his expression were all impatient.

At that time, he listened to the trivial and detailed requirements of the client, and inevitably lost his mind.

He has a bad habit. Once he has a dual purpose, he will put the left ear of the customer into the right ear. When the design drawings were made for Party A later, although the design drawings were very beautiful, they were different from the details of Party A's requirements.

Party A’s character is soft when it sounds good, but it is counseling when it sounds bad. He was obviously dissatisfied with Jiang Luo's design drawings, but keenly saw Jiang Luo's perfunctory, without saying anything, he returned home in silence with the design drawings.

When Jiang Luo saw this scene, he couldn't help wondering, how could it be the picture of him and this client? Is there any follow-up to this incident?

As if he knew what he was thinking, another picture changed in the crystal ball.

The client who spent tens of thousands of dollars on a blueprint that he didn't like came back home and became more and more angry. In the end, his eyes became red with anger. He drank two bottles of beer, turned on the computer and complained to his friends, constantly cursing Jiang Luo’s design institute and Jiang Luo, and finally choked **** the keyboard and said: [This hypocritical and treacherous designer, because I saw his first At a glance, he thought he was a gentle and good person, he was too pretending, too hypocritical! 】

[I'm still angry, I want to write a newspaper article, I want to write him into my novel as cannon fodder, I want to torture him in the book! ! ! 】

Three big exclamation marks floated past Jiang Luo's eyes.

The mist of the crystal ball dissipated, and the picture disappeared. The old witch who hadn't seen anything asked, "What did you see?"

Jiang Luo: "..."

His expression is weird.

Jiang Luo had long wondered why there was such a coincidence that there was a cannon fodder with the same name as him in "Evil Ghost", and this cannon fodder looked exactly like him.

He originally thought that the answer could only be obtained from the fatalist, but he didn't expect that it turned out to be this way.

Everything is his own evil consequences?

He offended the author of "Evil Ghost", so he was written into the book as cannon fodder?

...

No wonder when he was watching "Evil Ghost", Chi You kept catching such a small cannon fodder, the original owner, who was used to torture, and exhausted **** methods. It turned out to be because of this.

Jiang Luo felt frustrated in his heart.

But why did he penetrate into the book and become a "Jiang Luo" based on himself?

The old witch asked again curiously. Jiang Luo shook his head with a bad expression, stood up and took out two banknotes from the wallet and put them on the table of the old witch, and found Chi You.

On the next journey, Jiang Luo was in no mood to speak, and Chi You didn't even say anything. They returned to the hotel, but when Jiang Luo was alone, Chi You left the room unknowingly.

The evil spirit returned to the witch's divination booth.

His figure is like a life-destructive ghost, which obscures the witch's sight. The old witch raised her head hesitantly. After seeing him, she didn't have many surprises.

The evil spirit looked at the witch condescendingly, "What did he see?"

The witch slowly shook her head, "I don't know."

The evil spirit chuckled twice, bent over and approached the witch, and slowly asked, "Can he go back?"

The old witch still said, "I don't know."

The evil spirit paused, and slowly stood up. He glanced at the old witch with a gloomy look, stretched out his hand and patted the witch on the witch's shoulder friendly, and turned to leave.

After watching his back disappear, the witch immediately packed up and left the alley. But as soon as she walked into an uninhabited alley, she couldn't control her hands and pinched her neck severely.

"Ho ho..."

When she was about to choke herself to death, the crystal ball in her bag suddenly exploded, and the witch's hand regained control. The old witch panted hard, before she could feel bad about her crystal ball, and staggered to her feet and ran.

After Jiang Luo was depressed for a while, he no longer struggled.

No matter how he traveled through it, coming to this world is already an established fact. Since it has already happened, there is no need to think too much.

After figuring it out, Jiang Luo was refreshed. He just wanted to show off his sentiment with Chi You, but when he turned his head, he found that Chi You was not in the room.

People?

Jiang Luo frowned and walked out of the hotel to look for Chi You. But he didn't know where Chi You was at all, and looking for it turned into a leisurely walk.

Before he knew it, he walked to a fountain garden.

Jiang Luo stood by the fountain and was fascinated, when suddenly he heard footsteps coming from behind him. He looked back and saw Chi You walking towards him with a rose in his hand.

Jiang Luo couldn't help laughing, and waited on the spot with his arms folded. After Chi You got closer, he deliberately said critically: "Just one?"

Chi You said, "This is the most beautiful flower in the entire garden."

Jiang Luo said "Wow," and said in an unclear tone: "So you still picked it in the garden. I remember there was a sign next to it saying that a defloration was fined ten dollars?"

Chi You said slowly: "The money has already been given."

Jiang Luo snorted and finally raised his hand to take the rose. He lowered his head and sniffed, the rose scented his nose, and Chi You said, "Go back?"

Jiang Luo covered the corner of his mouth with a rose and smiled, his eyes rolled around, "I'm tired, I can't walk anymore."

Finally, the evil spirit walked out of the garden with his back on his back.

Jiang Luo put the rose hand on Chi You's chest casually, and slumped comfortably on Chi You's back. The sunset is warm and dim, setting off the unmanned garden as beautiful as an oil painting.

The rare silence surrounds them, and time seems to slow down.

Jiang Luo suddenly asked, "Do you have nothing to say?"

The evil spirit said: "You are a little heavy."

Jiang Luo sneered twice, and wrote himself the word "mountain", pressing the evil spirit on top of Mount Tai.

The evil spirit's back was bent instantly, and his knees almost fell to the ground.

But when Jiang Luo faintly regretted wanting to take back the character spirit, Chi You slowly straightened up.

He walked forward step by step.

With each step, the marble on the ground will be stamped into a deep footprint by him.

"But no matter how heavy it is," the evil spirit said, "I won't let you down."