This Damned Thirst for Survival

The talent show must be open to the public, and if you are not careful, it will expose the existence of metaphysics. Dean Xu personally called the nine members of the metaphysics class in front of him, and specifically explained the purpose of this mission: everything is low-key and careful.

"We said hello to the program team. The chief director will make the staff try their best to ignore your scenes. You can skip the show and everything. Keep a low profile. Don't let other trainees discover your true identity," Dean Xu I chanted it two or three times, "The program team will give you freedom as far as it can. For safety, only a few people in the program team will know your identities. If you have any questions, go to these people."

Jiang Luo took a look at the list, and the names of several leaders of the program group were all on it.

To put it simply, they just become transparent people, retreat after resolving supernatural events, and leave the show without a trace.

Jiang Luo looked at the name of the variety show, which was called "Next Stop, Idol".

The name made him familiar.

He thought for a while, and suddenly realized, isn't this the talent show that Bai Qiu keeps trying to recommend him to?

Two months ago, Senior Brother Qiao, who he and Chi You disguised, helped the first-line actress Bai Qiu crack the Hehe from her agent. After that, Bai Qiu and Jiang Luo exchanged contact information. Bai Qiu tried to encourage Jiang Luo Entering the entertainment industry, I wanted to sign Jiang Luo under her studio name, and also listed Jiang Luo a debut plan. The first stop was the talent show "Next Stop, Idol".

Jiang Luo refused without hesitation every time, but he didn't expect to go around, this variety show appeared before his eyes again.

Thinking of Bai Qiu, I think of the agent next to Bai Qiu. Jiang Luo took out his mobile phone and searched for related news in the follow-up.

Bai Qiu's actions were quick. A week after she woke up from Hehe, her agent He Meng was sent to prison by her. There were many charges, the most serious of which was drug abuse and blackmail threatening Bai Qiu.

Each of the crimes is extremely serious, and He Meng can be put in prison directly.

Jiang Luo was full of exclamation. He had to say that when a woman gets up cruel, there is basically nothing wrong with a man.

"Next Stop, Idol" is a draft for the men's team. Zhuo Zhongqiu was fortunate to stand next to the dean, gloating at his companions and asking, "Who will go then?"

Dean Xu touched his white beard, "You got the point when you asked."

Of course you look better when you go to a talent show.

Dean Xu looked at his students one by one, and was worried: These are all pretty good-looking, how should I choose?

The mission of the school can be to accumulate credits, accumulating credits for graduation, or to get school rewards, but also in exchange for money. The Six Masters will also select high-credit students from the school to be their direct disciples. Therefore, every task is a crisis and opportunity coexisting.

Dean Xu could not be elected, so he said: "Well, let's vote for it."

After the voting results came out, Jiang Luo ranked first. The second and third are Qi Ye and Lu Yi. The dean ordered the three of them and explained: "Someone will pick you up the day after tomorrow. You will come to the school at eight in the morning to gather. Okay, it's okay now, go back."

Walking out of the dean's office, Jiang Luo asked gloomily: "Who voted for me?"

Qi Shushu raised eight hands.

Wen Ren even curled up her curly hair and smiled and said, "With your face, you will be violent if you don't show up on the show. And I'm used to women's clothing, no. Ge Zhu is a Taoist priest, and he can't. Kuang Zheng is too big and he can't either. Ye Xun wants to hold Xiaofan at all times, shouldn't the show crew be allowed to bring dolls? As for Seyol."

He glanced at the dark, blond curly hair with insufficient kidney qi, "...give him time so that he can make up for it."

"Counting and counting, there are only three of you left."

Jiang Luo squinted his eyes and scanned them, the matter was a foregone conclusion, and he accepted it. He touched his face, Jiang Luo has always looked good and knew that if this face was noticed, his future life would be troublesome.

In order not to be watched when going out in the future, Jiang Luo will make every effort to keep a low profile.

After class in the afternoon, Jiang Luo was called back to the Heavenly Master's Mansion by Feng Li.

Coincidentally, Zhuo Zhongqiu and Qi Ye were also called back by the Zhuo family and Qi family.

After arriving at the Heavenly Master's Mansion, it happened to be around noon. There were still so many people in the Heavenly Master’s Mansion. Jiang Luo entered through the door, and the named disciple standing by the door respectfully said: "Brother."

Jiang Luo nodded and walked into the inner courtyard amidst many admiring eyes.

Feng Li was not in the Heavenly Master's Mansion, but he sent another disciple, Wang Santan, to arrange for Jiang Luo. Jiang Luo hadn't seen this senior for a long time, so he asked casually: "Sigh, senior, why didn't you show up at the third stage of the Xiangxi game the other day?"

He remembered that Wang Santan and another Senior Brother Zhou Wudu had clearly passed the second level.

Wang Santan's face turned black, "Because the five people who ate fungus in Yunnan included me."

Jiang Luo: "..." Poof.

Wang Santan sent him back to the room and said, "Mr. asked you to practice the new five kinds of talisman. At ten o'clock, Mr. will check your practice through video."

"By the way, I prepared a set of clothes for you and put them in the closet," Wang San sighed. "We are going to a funeral tomorrow. Remember to put on that suit tomorrow."

After Wang Santan left, time was running out, and Jiang Luo practiced the Fu Lu earnestly.

When he first adopted Feng Li as his teacher, he deliberately concealed his strength. However, Feng Li seemed to see that his bottom line was more than just what he had shown, and the tasks assigned were heavier one after another, constantly pushing out Jiang Luo's true strength.

Now there are only three hours left until ten o'clock, three hours to learn five kinds of talisman painting methods, he really dared to arrange them.

When you concentrate, time always flies quickly. At ten o'clock in the evening, Jiang Luo waited for Feng Li's video on time.

On the video side, the one who fiddled with the computer was Zhou Wudu, another direct disciple of Feng Li. He adjusted the angle, and Feng Li's cold and watery face entered the camera.

Feng Li sat on the wood-carved chair, his face was faint, his hands folded, and the dark Tang suit made him threaten and dare not look directly at him.

Zhou Wudu stood tremblingly behind Feng Li, winked at Jiang Luo, and silently lipped: Mr. is in a bad mood!

Jiang Luoxin said: Unlucky.

He raised the brush seriously, "Sir, I'm ready."

Feng Li nodded lightly, "Let's get started."

Jiang Luo mentioned Qi and focused on writing down.

His talent on Fulu is the type of "God's appreciating food and eating". After changing other people, Feng Li's request is estimated to make it difficult for people to cry. But on Jiang Luo, he can do it fast and well. In less than half an hour, five brand-new talismans were laid out on the table one by one.

Feng Li's expression softened a little when he saw his brushwork, not half stagnating, "Wudu, you learned talisman several years earlier than Jiang Luo, but you can't compare with his one month's progress."

Zhou Wudu watched Jiang Luo write down with envy and jealousy, "Sir, Junior Brother is great."

Jiang Luo said modestly: "Brother is also great."

The two of them blew each other, Feng Li looked at Jiang Luo's complexion, but suddenly said, "You didn't use dinner?"

Jiang Luo: "I will practice the talisman when I come back, and I haven't had time to eat it."

Feng Li's expression sank again, "Your brother just took care of you like this? Call him over."

After Wang San sighed, he was scolded by Feng Li. The 80 kg man almost cried when he was scolded, sobbing and saying, "I'm going to get some food for the younger brother!"

Twenty minutes later, he served Jiang Luo a bowl of noodles and a side dish. Jiang Luo finished eating under Feng Li's attention. When he was 80% full, Feng Li slowly asked, "Did he ever find you in the past few days when I was away."

Jiang Luoxin understood who this "him" was.

"No." He shook his head deliberately hesitantly.

Feng Li's eyes were cold, "Jiang Luo, tell the truth."

Jiang Luo's eyes turned red all of a sudden, "Sir, I really can't help but see him. I beg you not to hurt him. I took the initiative to find him this time. I really miss him too much... Sir, do you believe me? Me, after I help him get revenge...I will try to forget him."

The black-haired young man lowered his head and choked up, "I will really forget him, please don't let him fall apart."

Feng Li's face was not disturbed, "Where did you meet him?"

Jiang Luo shut up and said nothing.

The killing intent in Feng Li's heart suddenly came up.

It was just an evil spirit, and it had already affected his disciples to this extent.

He thought that after fighting Chi You last time, Chi You never dared to approach Jiang Luo again. But the reality is that this evil ghost is like a gangrene attached to bones, continuously deepening its influence on Jiang Luo.

Chi You...

He touched the jade finger on his hand and said calmly: "If you don't tell me, I have a way to know. Jiang Luo, I will tell you the last time, there are different ways of people and ghosts. Next time you see him, you must notify me immediately. . If you don’t do what I say, I will not only prevent him from being overborn."

Feng Li looked at Jiang Luo and said coldly, "I will also break your legs."

Jiang Luo's mouth froze while smiling, and looked up at him blankly.

The eyes of the black-haired young man were reddened, and even if there was no expression, he had a sad look on his own. Feng Li frowned and said, "Go and wash your face."

The look on his face couldn't contain his beak, Jiang Luo lowered his eyes, a few seconds later, got up and went to the bathroom.

Jiang Luo held a couple of cold water and poured it from his face. When he raised his head, the black-haired youth in the mirror looked slightly gloomy.

Jiang Luo hated Feng Li's attitude very much.

Since childhood, Jiang Luo has never been restricted by anyone, and no one has threatened Jiang Luo lightly: If you do this, then I will break your leg.

He and Feng Li originally used each other's relationship. Although Feng Li didn't say anything, he knew that Feng Li accepted him as a disciple because of his talent and strength. By accepting him as a disciple, he would be able to do things for the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

Feng Li is not good to be with each other, otherwise in the original book, he would not avenge Chi You and watch with cold eyes that the disciples of the original body were tortured by Chi You to death.

Everyone is sensible, and some things are enough. Jiang Luo could accept Feng Li's dispersal of Chi You's soul, but he absolutely couldn't accept Feng Li's control over him.

The water drop slipped from his jaw, Jiang Luo wiped the water drop clean, and walked out with a calm expression.

Feng Li looked at how he had recovered, and the air-conditioning around him warmed up a lot.

Zhou Wudu was shaken with fright behind Feng Li. He sighed hard at Wang San. Wang San sighed and swallowed, and said courageously: "Sir, it's too late. Go to sleep."

Feng Li said quietly: "Close it."

Zhou Wudu stepped forward and closed the video.

When the screen went black, Jiang Luo sat down and looked aside, Wang Santan was typing quickly with his mobile phone.

"I'm asking why my husband would be angry." Although Feng Li was not here, Wang Santan still didn't dare to speak loudly. "Zhou Wudu said that Mr. Zhou met a female lunatic today and rushed to her husband, still shouting. 'Feng Li, I want to raise the next celestial master with you', almost hugged Mr.

Jiang Luonao made up the scene and almost laughed. He felt a little more comfortable, "What did the sir do?"

"Mister's face is dark," Wang Santan shuddered. "The girl is still from the Chi family. At that time, the Chi family elder stood by and looked at it with a smile, feeling that they would be quite happy to see the result."

Are you happy to see it happen?

Feng Li needs identity, ability, ability, and appearance.

In the eyes of people who don't know Feng Li, Feng Li is indeed a good husband out of a thousand.

But Jiang Luo can guarantee that Feng Li's future wife, if Feng Li doesn't like it, that's all. If Feng Li likes it, it must be the type of "If you dare to go out, I will break your leg".

Maybe they will be trapped in the Heavenly Master's Mansion and won't let them out.

Jiang Luo chatted with Wang Santan, and Wang Santan yawned, "Don't tell me, go to bed, we have to get up early tomorrow. You will get your destination at eight o'clock, brother, you'd better set an alarm clock at six o'clock. ."

Jiang Luo: "I see."

A peaceful night passed. Jiang Luo got up early the next morning. He and Wang Santan went out after breakfast.

The clothes Wang Santan prepared for Jiang Luo was a pure black Tang suit, and he himself wore the same Tang suit. Although the clothes are the same, they have completely different effects when worn on two people.

After getting off the car, Wang Santan and Jiang Luo were a little farther away.

After arriving at the place, Jiang Luo knew whose funeral he was attending. It was the funeral of the Chi family who died during the Xiangxi competition.

In the mourning hall, the coffin is placed in the middle. The photo of the deceased was placed at the table, and the Chi family knelt on both sides of the coffin, crying much more sincerely than at the last time at Chi You's funeral.

Jiang Luo and Wang San sighed incense and looked for Feng Li in the crowd.

Jiang Luo was a little absent-minded.

He was thinking about one thing.

Calculating the time, this Chi family sideline has been dead for seven days. In the weather in August, the body decayed very quickly, why not be buried?

Wang Santan speeded up suddenly, leading Jiang Luo through the people, respectfully saying: "Sir, here we are."

Jiang Luo raised his eyes and saw that there were a few old men standing beside Feng Li, and a circle of people were chatting. Among the old people, he had met one of them in the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and it was the old man from the Chi family who was sitting with the old heavenly master at that time.

Feng Li nodded slightly, "Come and meet a few clan elders."

As a senior, Wang Santan said: "A few clan elders, you have seen a lot of health."

"Good boy," one of the old people smiled, focusing on Jiang Luo's body, his eyes gleaming, "This is the first place in the competition? Come let me see and get the first place. Light."

Jiang Luo took a step forward, and several elderly people looked at him secretly. The Zhuo family said in no hurry: "Let's keep our children by our side, too. Zhong Qiu's young children are playing behind, let them pass too."

Wang Santan looked at Feng Li, and Feng Li agreed, "Go."

The two disciples bid farewell and left, and Feng Li looked at them. The Tang suit of the Tianshifu is low-key and conspicuous in the crowd, and Jiang Luo cannot be ignored. More or less people secretly put the light on Jiang Luo. Excellent people are always eye-catching.

But whether it is a living or a dead person, for Feng Li, love these things will only distract people and be weak, just like mud and dirty water, even if an exquisite heart that is not stained with dust, it will become a thing of love. Muddy.

He doesn't like love and affection, and he also hates that others will ruin the disciple he likes.

Whether it is alive or dead.

Feng Li retracted his eyes and said indifferently, "How many clan elders know, my little disciple, there is also a unique lover?"

Several elders glanced at each other, wondering why Tangtang Tianshi would talk to them about this topic, "Oh? How do you say this?"

Feng Li looked at the Chi family elder, "Speaking of which, his lover still has something to do with the Chi family."

The mean-looking Chi family suddenly had a bad feeling.

His hands behind his back trembled slightly, and his face was forcibly calm, "Could it be the girl from my Chi family?"

Feng Li sneered, "It's Chi You, the long-dead Patriarch of your Chi family. He has turned into an evil spirit, but he keeps haunting my disciples."

"Bang Dang--"

The Chi family's eyes widened, and the thermos cup fell to the ground.

After leaving Feng Li and the others, Jiang Luo did not find Zhuo Zhongqiu.

He was hidden in the corner, and one by one he swept past the guests attending the funeral.

It was the first time that the Chi family had died, and Jiang Luo didn't believe that Chi You would not come to see this excitement.

It is very possible that the evil spirit has hidden in which corner, watching the every move of the people at the funeral wickedly.

Jiang Luo's gaze swept across the coffin again.

The crying on both sides was miserable. Several people cried and fell to the ground. It was heartbreaking for those who heard it, and tears for the listeners.

There was no such big battle when Chi You, a serious lineage and the power-in-chief of the Chi family, died.

Jiang Luo couldn't help laughing. In order not to be regarded as a lunatic, he covered his mouth and stepped back for a few steps, fearing that the gloating smile would be heard by others.

After such a retreat, he retreated into the arms of another person.

The man smirked and asked with interest: "What are you laughing at."