This Damned Thirst for Survival

Jiang Luoan was back to the hotel peacefully.

At night, he was cleaning the vase in the bathroom, staring at the delicate and drenching roses for a while, and slowly walked out with the roses.

Chi You is outside, standing by the pool.

Jiang Luo looked at him for a moment, always feeling a little inconspicuous irritability from his back.

He thought, he knew why Chi You was upset.

Jiang Luo walked over with two bottles of wine, "Drink a drink?"

The evil spirit recovered, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Thank you."

With the wine in his throat, Jiang Luo couldn't help asking, "What are you thinking about?"

The evil spirit said faintly: "I'm thinking about what your world will look like."

Jiang Luo shrugged, "Seriously, I advise you not to be curious about it, because it is really boring. If you let me evaluate it, I only have the word boring."

The evil spirit asked gently: "Then do you want to go back?"

Jiang Luo: "I am alone in that world."

He didn't answer the evil spirit's words directly, but he seemed to answer it again. However, Chi You wanted to hear a more straightforward answer.

He asked again: "Do you want to go back?"

Jiang Luo rolled his eyes and wanted to say directly, "No, why should I go back to the world with nothing?" But he pondered it for a while, always feeling that these words were not enough to express his speaking skills, not enough...romantic.

After hearing the evil ghost's words "I won't let you down", Jiang Luo was shocked. Until now, the shock left by that sentence still remained in his heart. In fact, the sentence itself is unremarkable, nothing special, not lyrical or sensational enough, but-the person who said this sentence is Chi You.

It's the evil spirit Chi Yu.

...

Incredible.

It is even more incredible than the evil ghost destroying the metaphysical world.

In short, Jiang Luo felt that he could not lose.

He also wanted to say a word of love and shocked him back. But it's too disgusting to tell, and he doesn't like it too ordinary. However, at this moment, Jiang Luo suddenly showed some inspiration.

He even spoke out faster than his brain, "I always thought I was unlucky, but now I know that you are a bit unlucky than me, Chi You."

The evil spirit groaned, "Why do you say that?"

Jiang Luo said, "Because your partner is me, we have to get along for a lifetime."

Jiang Luo: "..."

……Grass.

what.

What did he say.

The evil spirit pretended to suddenly realize that, the next second he laughed mockingly, he touched the beer bottle in Peng Jiangluo's hand, "Then you will be more unlucky."

Jiang Luo felt hot on his face and embarrassed. But still pretending to be nonchalant, and cheekily accepted his own words, "Why?"

"Because of your partner," the evil spirit raised his hand and stroked Jiang Luo's cheek with ice-like fingers, as creepy as a spider crawling. He bent down, his dark eyes like a monster with flesh and flesh in the abyss." You will never have the opportunity to leave him."

Jiang Luo sighed, "You are terrible, Chi You."

Immediately, he took a sip of his wine and said with a smile: "Then see who is more unlucky."

Chi You slowly straightened up, his irritated heart calmed down in an instant, "Okay."

Jiang Luo let himself drunk indulgently, and after getting up the next day, he thought of the witch again. Jiang Luo felt that he had left too simple now, and he should check the witch's background carefully.

But when he hurried to the witch market, Jiang Luo found that the old witch was no longer there.

He was full of suspicion and couldn't find anyone, so he had to give up.

Half a month passed by, and when Chi You's body recovered halfway, Jiang Luo reluctantly returned to the country.

He bought a lot of gifts, only carried a bag when he went abroad, but pulled back a suitcase when he came back. Jiang Luo went straight to the Scientific Research Bureau to find a friend, and sent the presents the same way.

Because of thanks to Seror and Heiwuchang for their help, Jiang Luo specially prepared four gifts for Seror, "Two of them belong to you, and the other two belong to Brother Hei. You have time to give them to him."

Seyol received the gift in surprise, "Thank you, Jiang."

Jiang Luo, who came back from the trip, had a different spirit. He was a little thinner and a little taller. Serel felt that Jiang Luo seemed to be more handsome.

Wen Renlian and Ge Zhu cautiously leaned beside them. They insisted on saying hello morning, afternoon and evening during the half-month when Jiang Luo was gone, just trying to make Jiang Luo forgive them quickly, and then reconcile as before.

"Are you going out without sunscreen?" Wenren coughed and coughed his throat, caring very carefully, "It seems to be darker, don't get sunburned."

Jiang Luo smiled at him, "I haven't used sunscreen at all, that thing is too troublesome. Anyway, it won't die, just let it dry."

"How are you playing?" Zhuo Zhongqiu hooked Jiang Luo's shoulders from behind, blinked ambiguously at him, deliberately emphasized, "Are you and Chi You two..."

Faced with this group of single dogs, Jiang Luo didn't panic at all, but instead had a touch of pride. He smiled and said lightly: "It's so cool."

Ye Xun almost spit out a mouthful of water, and his ears instantly turned red.

Kuang Zheng also blushed silently, and moved back without a trace.

Lu Yi asked enthusiastically, "What is so fun to play? Take me next time?"

Jiang Luo's face became stiff, and he glanced at him like a fool. The others didn't hold back at once, and laughed.

Wen Ren Lianren smiled and said, "Are you thirsty? I'll pour you a glass of water."

Jiang Luo: "...somewhat."

Wen Renlian eagerly went to pour him water.

Jiang Luo couldn't help but curled up his lips, pulled out the chair and sat down. Ge Zhu held his gift and sat aside in a daze, and said without words: "Jiang Luo, do you remember Brother Ning Xiu?"

"This name is so familiar," Jiang Luo subconsciously looked at Lu Yi, "Do I know this person?"

Lu Yi squeezed his eyes, "Did you forget? Hotel 129! The decapitated ghost we brought back, the one who kicked his head as a ball."

Ye Xun added faintly, "Ancient scholars only love decapitated ghosts with beautiful hair."

Jiang Luo suddenly realized, "I remember. Didn't it have been raised in school? What happened?"

"The ginseng essence has made friends with it. Didn't you give me the ginseng essence to raise it? After it met the decapitator, the decapitator took the initiative to take over my task, and it is now raising the ginseng essence." Ge Zhu wiped his sweat, "They talked about how to protect hair and ginseng beard together every day."

Jiang Luo couldn't help thinking. He touched his thick black hair, always felt that the decapitated ghost can raise ginseng essence because of the tears effect of glutinous ginseng essence. He groaned: "Don't say, the tears of ginseng essence have a really powerful effect on growth and growth..."

Jiang Luo even had an intuition.

If sold externally, the tears of ginseng essence will be more valuable than his peace charm.

Although Jiang Luo has a lot of money, it is human nature to love money. He was a little eager to sell the tears of ginseng essence, but after thinking about the tearful appearance of ginseng essence, he gave up regrettably.

"By the way, is there any news from Brother Hei?" Jiang Luo looked at Seror.

Seror shook his head, "Brother Hei went to the underworld to look for it again last night, but he didn't find it. He said there were too many ghosts and it would take a while to wait."

Jiang Luo subconsciously looked at Lu Yi.

Lu Yi did not show a sad expression, he seemed to be used to the disappointment again and again. He didn’t know when his face had become resolute before, but he smiled and said, “Don’t worry, Brother Hei can look for it slowly. Anyway, we’re going to fight the fate...”

He shrugged and said with great optimism, "It might be better to let Tengbi come back to life after he finishes fighting the Fate."

Jiang Luo couldn't help but smile, and gave him a thumbs up, "You are right."

Outside the office, Wen Renlian, who came back from the pantry, walked to Qi Ye who was standing by the door and asked strangely, "Why don't you go in?"

Qi Ye looked inside the office for the last time, shook his head silently, turned sideways and whispered, "I'm going to the training room."

He turned and left.

Wen Renlian looked at his thin back, sighed softly, and walked in the door.

After relaxing chat with friends for a while, Jiang Luo started to work.

The big figures in the metaphysical circle have always been watched by people from the country, and the Jokhang Temple, which is under surveillance, cannot escape even with a mosquito. In addition to the fate, Ji Yaozi and Feng Li were also monitored by Jiang Luo.

As the sons of the fate, the two of them must not be taken lightly.

During the half month of traveling, Jiang Luo didn't let go of the progress here. He ran through the information quickly, called up the surveillance video for the past half month, and observed the changes in the Fate Man's expression.

If you look at it day by day, you will never notice any change in the Fate Man. He reads books, waters water, and talks with Master Chengde happily every day.

But when you look at the volume of half a month together, you can see the obscure impetuosity of the fatalist from the details.

"We asked the experts to watch it frame by frame. Through his behavior and micro-expression analysis, the analysis by the experts is that he has become impatient." Wen Renlian stood behind Jiang Luo and placed the experts’ judgment documents in Jiang. In front of him, he said with satisfaction, "Our opponent is no longer stable."

Jiang Luo said: "As expected."

He turned off the past video and called up the surveillance picture of the Jokhang Temple at the moment.

The fatalist was still waiting in his temple, staring silently at the incense burner.

Jiang Luo looked at it and suddenly laughed.

He asked softly: "Wenren, do you know where words are better than words?"

Wen Renlian didn't know what he meant when he asked this sentence suddenly, and then asked, "Where?"

"Although the word spirit is more convenient than the word spirit, sometimes it is not as flexible and concealed as the word spirit, nor does it have the delay effect of the word spirit."

The word spirit can be hidden, but the word spirit cannot be silent.

Jiang Luo smiled, "For example, when a person writes words that others can't notice on the four walls of the room and everything under his eyes, someone who is hinted by the spirit of the word will never know his own Consciousness and thinking are slowly being eroded and controlled by the spirit of the word."

He leaned back, clasped his hands in front of him, and squinted at the fatalist on the screen.

Through the fate, Jiang Luo saw the word "God" written on the temple wall, door, floor tiles and incense burner the night before he left.

He used up more than half of his qi before leaving this cage where the lives were locked.

Because of this, he was so tired that he couldn't help but fall asleep on the plane.

Is the spirit of words really inferior to the spirit of words?

Jiang Luo's eyes overflowed with a smile.

no.

The fate had already told him the answer.

Even if it is a false god, in half a month, it has also been successfully affected in a subtle way.