This Damned Thirst for Survival

Ge Zhu is a Taoist priest who handles both red and white evil spirits. No one here is more professional than him.

The darker the sky, the more nervous the staff.

Before the child time came, Lu Yi asked the staff who were ordinary people to go back to rest. Before the break, Ge Zhu solemnly told the staff "three nos."

"Don't turn on the light, don't look at it when there is a sound, don't open the door if someone knocks on it. Just close your eyes and sleep, no matter what happens, don't go out."

The staff remembered this sentence firmly, and then went back to the room.

The hot spring manor fell silent.

Except for their chatting, there were no other voices in the hall. Deeper and more revealing, time slowly came to the midnight.

They also stopped chatting, silently waiting for the appearance of the red and white evil spirits.

I don't know how long it took, a piece of joy suddenly came from a distance, misty and faintly, the suona sound was high, gongs and drums rang, lively and festive, but it seemed to be separated by a layer of fog, as if it came from a long distance.

Ge Zhu promptly said: "Go."

A crowd rushed to the place where the music came from. The closer they got, the clearer the music became. Such a lively music was also mixed with a ghostly groan that seemed to be happy but not happy, but sad but not sad.

Ge Zhu followed the compass and led his companions to swiftly approach. When he could vaguely see the collision of the red and white evil spirits, he gently hid among the trees, turning his head and "hushing", "softly." "

At this time, after a loud suona, the joy disappeared and the sad music rang. Jiang Luo crouched behind the weeds, looking at the scene ahead from the gap.

In the thick white mist, two teams were seen holding each other.

The team on the south side are all female ghosts with pale faces like powder. They are dressed in red, with their white to blue hands raised, and red paper flying. Among them is a bright red sedan chair, and red silk surrounds the sedan chair like a flower.

A team from the north carried a black coffin, and dozens of water ghosts with the same pale complexion stood before and after the black coffin. These water ghosts were dressed in white cloth mourning clothes, and long hemp ropes were tied around their waists, drawing traces among the dead leaves on the ground.

The white paper was raised, and the red and white paper money was flying around.

The music became more and more stern, but the scene was extremely quiet. This scene was weird and gloomy, Lu had a tingling scalp and goose bumps all over his body.

Jiang Luo breathed very lightly, Lu Yi was really scared, and whispered to him, "Jiang Luo, this **** scary."

Jiang Luo nodded and said in a low voice, "Ask Ge Zhu what we should do."

Lu Yi passed this sentence to Ye Xun who was next to him, and Ye Xun passed it to Zhuo Zhongqiu. Jiang Luo waited for a while. Lu Yi turned his head again and whispered: "Ge Zhu said that when the two evil spirits collided too Because of the danger, let us not get into it. First remember the place where the red and white evil spirits collided, and when tomorrow is daytime, draw the formation on this road so that the joy and the sadness will be staggered."

Jiang Luo thought it was feasible, "Then we go back first?"

Lu Yi heaved a sigh of relief, "I can go back."

Several people gestured to each other and were about to step back one by one, but Lu Yi accidentally stepped on a dead wood branch. The dead wood made a crisp sound and broke on the spot under his feet.

Lu Yi froze. He smiled weakly at Jiang Luo, the nearest to him, with a smile as if crying, "I swear, there really is no such dead tree here just now."

Jiang Luo: "..."

He looked back with a black face, and all the ghosts in the red and white evil spirits turned their heads together, and their dark and dull eyes settled on Jiang Luo and Lu Yi.

Ge Zhu yelled badly in his heart, and before he could explain, he yelled: "Run!"

Jiang Luo grabbed the landing and ran with one leg, but before he could make a step, Lu Yi slammed to the ground, even leading him to the ground. Lu yelled, "My foot was caught by the red rope!"

Jiang Luo took him and looked down in a hurry. A piece of red silk cloth was wrapped around Lu Yi's feet, and the end of the red silk cloth was among the red evil ghosts. The red silk cloth quickly dragged them toward the red and white evil spirits. Jiang Luo made a "fuck", and a golden dagger appeared in his hand.

The red silk was successfully cut off by him, and the two finally stopped. But Jiang Luo looked up and found that they had been dragged between the red and white evil spirits.

The water ghost stared at them, and the female ghost stared at them, both of them expressionless and ghostly.

Jiang Luo: "..." Staying with Lu Yi will make people miserable.

Ge Zhu and his party were stunned by this unexpected accident before they had time to pull them down. Seeing their friend fell into the red and white evil spirits, Ge Zhu solemnly took out a mahogany sword from his bag, "Red and white evil spirits charged. The road doesn’t rush people, people don’t rush the road. Now that they see Lu Yi and Jiang fall, they won’t care about the road problem. Hurry, we have to go over and save them back!"

But when he was about to rush over, there was a light voice behind him, "Ge Zhu, why are you so stupid."

Ge Zhu was taken aback for a moment, then his face was pale.

He tightly held the peach wood sword in his hand, and the veins on the back of his hand stretched. Ge Zhu has always been free-spirited, immortal, and always happy, never angry with life. No one else has seen him look like this, it seems to be mixed with deep-seated hatred in the complexity.

Ge Zhu gritted his teeth, and the clash of his teeth blew up in his ears like thunder.

Zhuo Zhongqiu cared: "Ge Zhu..."

Ge Zhu tightened his hand abruptly, turned around and stopped in front of his companion, looking at the dark jungle indifferently, "Ge Wuchen."

A person walked out of the jungle slowly.

The man's temples are cut with a sword, his eyebrows are like ink paintings, and his white monk's clothes are untied, and it is as elegant as an immortal. His appearance is very handsome, even if he is a bald monk, he seems to be faintly glowing like a fairy under the moon.

Ge Zhu's hands were shaking slightly. He looked at the person in front of him, his voice was very low and deep, "Ge Wuchen, you dare to appear in front of me."

Ge Wuchen smiled lightly, he looked like the sky and the moon, but he said with a strong sense of mockery, "As my brother, Ge Zhu, you have fallen to the point where you need Dao skills. Have you subdued the evil spirit?"

He seemed to think it was funny, turning the prayer beads bracelets and laughing out: "These years, you seem to have made no progress. Indecisive, and still insisting on what you said to be free, Ge Zhu, you are such a waste, do you have to look at it again? Is your friend dying **** in front of you?"

Ge Zhu breathed heavily.

Ge Wuchen glanced at him, then turned and walked into the darkness.

Ge Zhu subconsciously rushed over, "Ge Wuchen, stop for me!"

Wen Renlian said, "Ge Zhu, don't go!"

Ge Zhu had chased Ge Wuchen and disappeared in the jungle.

The two friends are suffering, Wenrenlian vaguely feels that he is caught in a trap. He calmly said: "Zhong Qiu, Ye Xun, you and Qi Ye go to save Jiang Luo and Lu Yi, Kuang Zheng, you and Serel follow me to find Ge Zhu."

The soldiers were divided into two groups, Qi Ye was already anxious, and rushed towards the red and white evil spirits after hearing this. But he hadn't arrived yet, the red and white evil team, together with the one or two people in the middle, had disappeared out of thin air.

Jiang Luo and Luyi were stared at by these ghosts. Just when he wanted to summon the rune of the Yin Yang ring, these ghosts carried the sedan chair and the coffin and slammed into them.

Jiang Luo raised his hand to block him, but in the next instant, he fell forward unsteadily, and suddenly fell into a closed space, closed up and down, left and right, without light, and his vision was dark. He actually arrived. In the coffin carried by the water ghost.

The coffin shook, and the suona outside blew, and the music rang again.

He is in the coffin, and Luyi should be in the sedan chair.

Jiang Luo moved and bumped into a cold corpse lying under him.

The space is small, and he almost rests on this body. Jiang Luo muttered in a low voice: "Dude, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I'll go out right away."

But this posture was not easy to move. Jiang Luo turned around, said "offensive", and lay on the corpse and knocked on the lid of the coffin.

The knocking sound was dull and heavy, enough to let Jiang Luo know how strong this coffin board was.

The thickness is estimated to be as wide as two bricks.

Jiang Luo touched the Yin-Yang ring.

He was not worried that the Chinese zodiac would not be able to break the lid of the coffin. The important thing was how he rescued Lu Yi and escaped from the dangerous red and white evil spirits.

Jiang Luo turned over again with difficulty and touched the corpse, trying to find out if there was anything that could be used.

"It's not easy to think about the corpse that can be buried by the water ghost," he muttered to himself, "buddy, sorry, don't move. Just like this, if you move again, neither of us I want to move."

The corpse was quiet, without a trace of reaction.

Jiang Luo touched the body slowly.

The place where his hand dropped should be around the waist of the corpse, and when he dropped his hand, he touched the fabric of the clothes with excellent texture. The fabric is silky as water without wrinkles.

Jiang Luo moved to the sides along his waist, and touched the hands of the corpse.

The palms of these hands are wide, and the fingers are long. Jiang Luo flicked his fingers one by one, but also found nothing.

But his right eyelid jumped up involuntarily.

His legs were close to the legs of the corpse. Even so, he did not touch the toes of the corpse. The corpse should be a tall man. Jiang Luo supported himself with his elbows, moved his hands away from the waist of the corpse, and came to the neck of the corpse.

He carefully touched the face of the corpse.

With thin lips and a tall nose, he felt it, but the corpse's lips slowly curled up.

Jiang Luo was startled, and the world turned around in the next instant, and he was suddenly crushed by the corpse.

Jiang Luo snorted, the golden light on the Yin-Yang ring flashed, but was interrupted in the next instant. The corpse masterfully held his hand, and laughed faintly.

The golden light that flashed in that moment clearly illuminated the face of the corpse.

Elegant and handsome, with ease, it is not who Chi You is.

Jiang Luo's eyebrows fiercely jumped twice, and he felt that way.

In the narrow coffin, the two people overlapped up and down, with an intimate posture, and most of their skins were forced to stick to each other.

The air gradually became thinner.

The coffin was still shaking, and every time it shook, Jiang Luo felt like floating on the boat. Suddenly joy and sorrow, the joy and the funeral went together.

Chi You pinched his chin.

The evil spirit lowered his head, and this time it was his turn to stroke Jiang Luo with his hand.

"Let me find it, where is my heart hidden?"

Jiang Luo's hands and feet were close to Chi You's. The evil spirit blocked the sight of the black-haired young man. He smiled, "Well, there is no on his neck."

The cold fingertips slid down on Jiang Luo's chest. Chi You's palm was against Jiang Luo's heart, feeling the sound under his palm, he suddenly realized: "Is it here?"

His heart beat faster, Jiang Luo looked at him blankly.

Chi You said, "It doesn't seem to be the case."

The evil spirit's hand moved slowly to Jiang Luo's waist.

The lines tightened sharply at the waist, and the tight and flexible waist and abdomen have always been the place to show the charm of men. The evil spirit swung around here deliberately, holding his hand on Jiang Luo's waist.

She sighed as if disappointed: "Ah, there is nothing here either."

Further down, the itch becomes more sensitive.

Jiang Luo raised his knees and attacked the evil spirit's abdomen. The evil spirit easily suppressed his attack, pressing him firmly under his body, and his slender fingers reached Jiang Luo's thigh as if playing a musical instrument.

"When facing you, I always have to be more careful," Chi You sighed, "After all, Classmate Jiang always has a lot of bad ideas."

Jiang Luo stared at Chi You's position in the dark, sneered, "Why don't you die."

Chi You said: "I'm already dead."

The evil spirit forcibly suppressed all the resistance of the black-haired youth, and touched the whole body of the black-haired youth. From the strands of hair to the toes, Jiang Luo sweated before touching his forehead, and his face was burned into red clouds with anger.

"Unexpectedly, I didn't find it," the evil spirit said to himself. He slowly leaned over, spitting coldly like a poisonous snake on Jiang Luo's ear, "Classmate Jiang, tell the teacher, where did you hide the teacher's heart? ?"

Jiang Luo's wet hair stuck to his ears, his sniff was heavier than before, and the air in the coffin gradually decreased, making him feel chest tightness and heat.

He breathed calmly, and said calmly: "Where do I know where your heart is."

He snorted, "Teacher, tell some truth, you are dead, why don't you have a heart?"

Chi You said: "The teeth are sharp and the mouth is sharp."

He looked down at the dark-haired youth.

Different from the appearance of being lazy and casual in the bath, Jiang Luo was wrapped tightly at this time, revealing at most only a neck, a section of wrists and ankles.

His face was red from lack of oxygen and anger, and his lips were beautiful. Even though his face was expressionless, it looked like he had just finished soaking in a hot spring because of the sweat on his temples.

Or as if just waking up.

But this beauty is poisonous, and once a little bit of relaxation is raised on him, a piece of meat will be bitten off.

The evil ghost casually stretched out his hand and turned to stroke Jiang Luo's lower lip.

He didn't like Jiang Luo's unwavering appearance now.

He still remembered Jiang Luo's expression when he was forced to lie on the glass table in the restaurant when he was controlled by Hefu.

That look made him feel more happy than he is now.

Let him think about what he did that day.

"When dealing with Classmate Jiang, you should always prevent you from getting a bite," the evil spirit said, "I wonder what it looks like with such a sharp tooth. Oh, yes, I searched all over Classmate Jiang's body, but The only thing I haven't found in your mouth, is my heart hidden here by you?"

He spoke slowly, and his fingers broke into Jiang Luo's lips forcefully.

Jiang Luo bit his lip fiercely, but it was like biting on a rock. The softness of the surface was a hard texture, and Chi You's hand still stretched in motionlessly.

Chi You touched Jiang Luo's teeth again.

"It's still nothing," the evil spirit sighed, hiding a pity with a faint smile, "Where did you hide my things?"

He withdrew his hand, Jiang Luo had passed the most angry time, his nose was hot, and the mist was steaming. But his expression was full of ice, and he looked at Chi You coldly, "You still haven't looked for a place."

Chi You raised his eyebrows: "Where?"

Jiang Luo said, "You are too close to me."

Chi You slowly propped up some of his body.

Jiang Luo frowned in disgust, and said, "Farther away."

It was as if he just wanted to simply drive away the evil spirits with a reason.

Chi You smiled and stepped away.

Sure enough, the expression of the black-haired youth stretched a bit. But when the evil spirit was about to approach him again, he suddenly stopped and turned to look, "Huh?"

I saw the two yellow charms on the cover of the coffin firmly stuck to his back.

At the beginning, in order to prevent the corpses in the coffin from cheating, Jiang Luo put two ghost charms on the lid of the coffin just in case. Dingguifu can't hold on for much time when facing Chi You, but at least it can have a few seconds of free time.

This is enough.

Jiang Luo drew his hands out of Chi You's hands vigorously. The first thing was not to escape from the coffin, but to smash the devil's handsome face with a fierce punch.