This Damned Thirst for Survival

At noon, Wen Renlian and Kuang Zheng arrived at the hospital.

There seems to be a wonderful power in the body of people who study metaphysics, and their physical fitness is much better than ordinary people. Lu has the hole in his head, which has started to recover today. After another day of rest, he can be discharged from the hospital and go home to recuperate.

The wound is a trivial matter, but Lu Yi's hairstyle is the major matter.

In order to facilitate the stitches, the doctor shaved all the hair around his wound. But shaving only a small piece looked like alopecia areata. Lu Yi could only be so desperate that the doctor shaved his head.

In order to express his condolences to the wounded, Wen Renlian bought two hats for Lu Yi, one with a simple cap and the other with a wig.

"Bring whichever you want to wear," Wen Renlian said sincerely looking at Lu Yi's head, which was as smooth as a duck egg. "They all say that those who have passed the test of bald head are really handsome. Lu Yi, your head is very round."

Lu Yi said bitterly: "If you don't laugh, I will believe you."

Jiang Luo couldn't help but couldn't help but saw Renlian took out his hair dyeing tool and looked at him again, "Don't you want to dye your white hair black?"

"..." Jiang Luo was stunned, "I almost forgot about it."

He sat in front of Wenrenlian, Wenrenlian skillfully removed the tools for dyeing hair, "Don't worry, I will dye you very naturally."

Jiang Luo took out the strand of white hair next to his ear and looked at it, "I didn't have to dye my hair."

Wen Renlian was noncommittal, Jiang Luo didn't tell them why the hair was white, so they didn't ask much, "However, I think this white hair is pretty good-looking."

He took the hair from Jiang Luo's hand. Jiang Luo's hair has always been smooth as silk and satin. Wen Renlian put it down and said: "But Qi Ye told me that you don't like this strand of white hair."

Jiang Luo stepped on the stool leg and bent his long legs. He thought for a while, "I think I really said it."

Wen Renlian smiled, and after combing Jiang Luo's hair, he seemed to ask casually: "What's wrong with your mouth?"

Jiang Luo subconsciously touched his lips. Even after taking the medicine, it is still not complete. He almost showed a gloomy expression. At a critical moment, he remembered Wen Renlian standing behind him and held back in time, "Guess?"

Wen Renlian is not Ye Xunlu, Jiang Luo hasn't figured out how to tell him.

"I guess—" Wen Ren even stretched out the tone and said slowly, "You were bitten by someone."

Bad heart.

Jiang Luo's teeth were grinding, and suddenly he had an idea. His cheeks were thin red, he coughed uncomfortably, and said embarrassedly: "Yeah."

Wenren even had a fingertip.

Jiang Luo turned his head and said in a low voice: "Wenren, if someone asks, you help me cover up, don't tell me Master, if he knows that I am still mixed with Chi You, it would be bad."

It turned out to be Chi You, Wen Renlian's smile remained unchanged, and calmly said: "I won't, don't worry."

In fact, the alarm bell in his heart rang loudly.

They hadn't heard Chi You's name from Jiang Luo's mouth for a long time. Wen Renlian thought that Jiang Luo had gradually relieved from the grief of losing his lover, but he didn't expect that they were still in touch, even kissing.

What is Chi You thinking?

Didn't he know, what consequences would Jiang Luo have if he kept bewitching a human being to fall in love with a ghost?

After a person dies, does his temperament really change so much? What Chi You would never do when he was alive, why would he be obsessed with Jiang Luo after his death and become paranoid?

Jiang Luo committed suicide once for him, and once drove down into the river. He still wanted what Jiang Luo would be obsessed with.

Wen Renlian not only decided to tell Feng Li, but also immediately strengthened his desire to bring Jiang Luo and Qi Ye together.

He said without a trace: "Speaking of which, Qi Ye hasn't been back to school once since you went out to do the task."

Jiang Luo's attention was really transferred to Qi Ye's body. He thoughtfully said: "Really?"

Wen Renlian said: "The teacher called the Qi family, but according to them, the Qi family's affairs are not finished yet, and they need to wait some time before sending Qi Ye back. Their attitude is polite, in the final analysis. The school curriculum is not very important to Qi Ye. The Qi family can teach Qi Ye much more than in the school."

Jiang Luo smiled meaninglessly.

He didn't think so.

The Qi family detained Qi Ye at home until they completed the task, which seemed to prevent them from getting into trouble after they died.

As for whether Qi Ye knew what the Qi family did in this mission... Jiang Luo thought of Qi Ye's awkward look, and inclined that he didn't know it.

By now, Jiang Luo could be 100% sure that the illusion of Qimen Dunjia he encountered during the mission was definitely the handwriting of the Qi family.

Chi You is also among them, also playing a role.

He knew that the Qi family and the Chi family were going to take action on Jiang Luo, and when he knew when the illusion would begin, so he took part in it.

But the strange thing is, who actually broke the illusion?

Jiang Luo pressed his question and took the hair dye to wash his hair.

This strand of white hair quickly turned black. Jiang Luo's hair was already black, shiny and dense. The dyed black hair was not as bright as his natural hair color, but when mixed in it, there would be no difference.

Jiang Luo **** his dry hair and put on a peaked cap, "I'll go out and buy a duck neck."

After all, it was the person who had just been on the hot search. Just in case, Jiang Luo put on a mask. He lowered his head, the high ponytail exposed behind the cap was cool and neat, and walked out of the hospital in a low-key manner.

Jiang Luo took a taxi to the recording location of "The Next Stop, Idol" and found the surveillance video in the dormitory building where the chief director was coming last night.

Ye Xun cut off the electricity from the first to the fifth floor, but there was still electricity on the sixth floor. Jiang Luo looked at the only video with a serious look.

The human eye will be fooled by the illusion, but the camera eye will not. The sixth floor is not where the trainees stay, so only cameras are installed at the left and right ends of the corridor. The two surveillance videos went black at the end. Before the black screen, Jiang Luo watched the video several times, and finally saw something wrong on one of the surveillance scenes.

He pressed pause and zoomed in to the extreme. Near the corner of the stairs, a knife handle with the size of a thumb flashed by in the lower right corner.

This is the dead ghost's knife.

Jiang Luo stood up and watched this scene blankly.

Why did the dead ghost go up to the sixth floor?

At this point, none of them was on the sixth floor.

The director cautiously said: "Master, do you want to see others?"

"No," Jiang Luo, "Director, give me a copy of this video. After that, you remember to delete these videos."

Jiang Luo took the things and left here, drove to the street and bought some pork shops and duck neck chicken nuggets, then brought a watermelon back to the ward.

A few people came over to pick up things, Jiang Luo sat on the armrest of the sofa, took off his mask and hat, "Devil, don't you want to eat?"

Tengbi hesitated for a moment, then picked up a slice of watermelon and gnawed it.

The melon meat was sweet and cool in the mouth. After eating the watermelon in twos or twos, Jiang Luo asked, "How is it?"

delicious.

Teng Bi just said: "Not bad."

Jiang Luo stopped asking, lying on the sofa and closing his eyes to rest.

At noon the next day, Lu Yi was discharged from the hospital. They went downstairs to take a taxi, and given that the dead ghost had nowhere to go, they took the dead ghost back to school.

Lu sighed: "I remember that the one we brought back last time was a decapitated ghost."

"The decapitated ghost is living happily now," Wen Renlian shrugged, "He often talks with the dean about hair maintenance."

Jiang Luo felt that he had heard it wrong: "The dean still has hair?"

Wen Renlian whispered: "The dean has a beard."

After a week apart, Jiang Luo finally returned to school. He went back to the room to clean up and bought some kitchen utensils for cooking. At six o'clock in the afternoon, he received an invitation from the teacher.

"What is this?" Jiang Luo took it, and looked around.

The teacher said: "A banquet invitation letter from the Qi family."

Jiang Luo became interested, he smiled rather than smiled, "Everyone has it?"

"Only those who enter the third level in the national competition have an invitation letter, which can be regarded as a celebration party for you. In previous years, it was another family to do it. This year it will be the Qi family's turn. At that time, young talents in the metaphysical field will gather in the Qi family. , It can be regarded as a blind date in disguise," the teacher joked, "Jiang Luo, you must not be abducted to another school by others."

Jiang Luo raised his eyebrows, "Teacher, when did the invitation arrive?"

"An hour ago," the teacher said, "it's not a coincidence, you just came back, and the invitation is on hand."

Jiang Luo laughed twice and bid farewell to the teacher.

When he was alone, he carefully read the invitation letter.

The banquet time was two days later. Fortunately, Jiang Luo's lips would be able to grow well by then.

The rest is no different from a normal invitation.

Jiang Luo opened the closet.

There were a few formal suits in the closet, and he picked one out at random and tried it, and the size was reasonable. The pure black western body has a long waist and thin legs, and it is tall and beautiful.

Since it can be worn, Jiang Luo is not prepared to spend money on new ones.

Two days passed in a flash, Jiang Luojiang's classmates all saw him completely, but he did not see Seror.

In the morning two days later, when he had just returned to the dormitory after running, he saw Seror enter the dormitory in a trance with weak hands and feet, black eyes and pale lips.

With such an overly indulgent kidney-deficiency appearance, Su Guan couldn't stop shaking his head, "Xiaosai, you too..."

Seyol opened his sleepy eyes, his eyes were empty and empty, with a look that was broken by the game, "Huh?"

The appearance of the blond curly hair is too vicissitudes, Jiang Luo almost didn't dare to recognize him, he cautiously said: "Serel?"

Serol looked at him listlessly, and after a long time, he reacted, "Jiang, are you back?"

"I have been back for two days..." Jiang Luo said, "Why haven't I seen you in these two days?"

"These two days are off days, I'm sleeping," Seror yawned and regained some energy, but still lingered, "I'm so sleepy."

Jiang Luo asked, "Have you never rested these nights?"

Seyol thought for a while, and he was not sure: "I seem to be resting, and I don't seem to be resting... and I don't know why, now at night, I am a little scared, I want it, and it's daytime."

He shook his body.

Jiang Luo remembered, Seror did not remember the impermanence at night.

He patted Seror heavily on the shoulder, but the appearance of Seror really made people worry about whether he would die suddenly.

Every night I would be called out to work part-time for free. Look at Seror, even if I don’t remember, my subconscious mind is already afraid of the dark sky.

Jiang Luo felt that he had to chat with Hei Wuchang.

Farewell to Seyol, Jiang Luo went back to the room and took a bath.

At ten o'clock, they will set off to Qi's house. The time is set so early, and they will probably stay at Qi's house for one day. Jiang Luo washed them carefully, and put on a bathrobe to dry his hair. He picked up the suits that had been prepared on the side and put them on one by one.

But when Jiang Luo buttoned up his shirt, Yu Guang glanced at the western decorations on top of the suit jacket.

A pair of ruby ​​red cufflinks, a ruby ​​red rose pin, and a pair of ruby ​​red earrings.

Jiang Luo decided to look at it for a while, bending over, his black hair strewn over his shoulders, and he took these accessories in his hands.

These things are very familiar, he has seen them in Chi You.

Jiang Luo sneered at his lips.

He went out for a run for less than an hour, and the door of the room was locked and no one else could get in.

People can't get in, but ghosts can.

What does Chi You mean to give him these things?

Jiang Luo swept through the ornaments without any waves, walked to the trash can lightly, released his palm, and he threw a set of ruby's western ornaments into the trash can.

No mercy.

"It's good, but it's a pity," he said, his thin lips provoked, like a king aloft, and casually commented, "I hate things that have been worn by others."

Jiang Luo picked up his suit jacket and stepped out the door.

The comrades are almost ready, and the formal wear is clear. Even Wen Renlian took off his long skirt and changed into a suit, and was talking to Kuang Zheng with a smile.

On this occasion, Lu Yi couldn't wear a hat. He wore a wig wisely. After seeing everyone there, he said: "I asked my parents how many cars they borrowed, let's go."

Luyi's car, of course, is a luxury car. Jiang Luo took the lead in seizing the driver's seat. He had never driven such an expensive car.

The dean went with them as their person in charge. The Qi family's banquet was held in a mountain villa. When Jiang Luo and the others came to the top of the mountain, a row of luxury cars had already been parked down the mountain.

People who are well-known in the metaphysical world are never short of money. They only look at the villa of the Qi family, bought together with the villa, and there is almost the entire mountain.

After getting off the bus, someone from the Qi family led them to the door of the villa. At the door, there is a special person holding an inspection light to check the invitation.

A set of procedures were checked carefully and politely. As soon as they entered, Qi Ye, who was impatient to deal with the guests, was taken aback, and then quickly stepped forward, took a look at the students behind the dean, and talked to the dean first. He asked, "Hello Dean."

Dean Xu chuckled and said, "Qi Ye, I haven't seen you for a week."

Qi Ye pursed his lips, "On Monday, I will go back to school."

Dean Xu nodded, handed Jiang Luo and his party to Qi Ye, and went to find an old friend to talk about the past.

Qi Ye looked at Jiang Luo, "Are you three all right?"

Jiang Luo's eyes flashed, and he asked, "What can we do?"

"It's best for you to be fine," Qi Ye snorted, "Don't get hurt just because I didn't participate in the mission. That way you would be really useless."

It seemed that Qi Ye did not know what the Qi family did.

Jiang Luo smiled, "Are you staying at home this week?"

Qi Ye nodded, irritability flashed between his eyebrows, "They won't let me out even to go out."

While talking, a group of people came over. They were also participants in the third level, but in the end they got nothing, and many of them were direct disciples of the six major families.

Feng Li would not come to such a playful gathering of young people. These people were a little brazen. The eyes of Jiang Luo, the number one, were hostile and jealous. "You are Jiang Luo, take it away." Yuan Tianzhu?"

The companions gathered around Jiang Luo, and Lu Yi said unceremoniously, "What's the matter with you?"

The leader of this group was a pocky face, and he snorted, "We were not convinced that you won first place in the previous game. Obviously, we have never heard of your fame before the game. Who knows that you came out in the end? Dark horse, we watched your game video, but there are only the first two levels in the video. We were barely convinced in the first two levels, but who knows how you broke through the third level. Guys, I still have a heart after seeing you today. Resentment, I want to compare with you again."

They are hostile or hostile, but they are open and honest. Jiang Luo was not angry, "How do you want to compare?"

Mazi's face and eyes rolled, a group of people whispered for a long time, and finally said with their chests upright: "Today's celebration banquet is no better than those with real guns and live ammunition. The Qi family has already prepared many projects waiting for us to play today. Comparing the kung fu and fortune fortune of self-cultivation."

Jiang Luo's eyelids twitched: "Fortune insight?"

He knows what the kung fu of self-cultivation is, it is nothing more than writing and drawing, reciting scriptures and drawing symbols, or playing the piano and composing music.

Those who study metaphysics should pay attention to "shen" and "stable". In order to train their temperament, whether it is school or the six majors, they will cultivate some hobbies of self-cultivation and self-cultivation.

Feng Li's way of training Jiang Luo is to let him write symbols.

But fortune?

As an extremely unlucky person, Jiang Luo didn't feel good right now.

The companions around him are obviously very clear about his physique, and their complexions have changed subtlely, showing a terrible expression.

It's over, they are not afraid of the others, this is more fortune... They should wash and sleep.

Qi Ye gave a "tsk" and explained: "The celebration banquet only started in the evening. The reason why you came here so early is to get to know each other and to get closer to each other. Our family has prepared a lot of things. Mountain roads can be used for racing, horse racing, and rock gambling. , Chess and card games... Said it is a comparison of fortune, in the final analysis it is the word gambling."

Mazi said with an uneven face: "How can it be gambling? Just like horse racing, if you have good eyesight, you can naturally see that the horse can win, which proves your talent. If you have good luck, this is also a kind of strength. ."

Qi Ye sneered and said to Jiang Luo: "He is Li Cheng and he is good at gambling. Do you want to compare with him?"

Mazi said angrily: "It must be compared, otherwise I can't swallow this breath."

The people from Jiang Luo persuaded: "Forget it, don't compare it, don't compare it, even if you win, okay? Even if you win!"

As soon as he said this, he angered these people who were looking for trouble. There was also a tall and thin man in the crowd, his eyes were red, and he was about to cry, "What do you mean, do you despise us?!"

Jiang Luo was so quarreled that his temples hurt. He took a deep breath: "...bi."

He immediately asked: "What is the first level?"

"It's more stable," Mazi looked left and right, and took a fancy to a piano on the side of the hall, "Just like playing the piano, put glass beads on the keys, and finally see who has the most glass beads on the keys. No matter who wins."

Jiang Luo wants to refuse, he can't play the piano.

But before he said his refusal, Qi Ye's father laughed and walked over from the side. "This is a good idea. Uncle will follow along and watch. Can you be a referee?"

Qi Ye frowned, "Dad, you—"

"Hey," Father Qi patted him on the shoulder, "It's rare to relax today. Don't think too much, just make friends."

After speaking, he looked at Jiang Luo and said with a smile: "Jiang Luo, I still know your former master Chen Pi! Chen Pi has told me a lot about you these days. I remember you before. I have also used this method to train my mind, right?"

Jiang Luo paused, then laughed slowly, "That was all from childhood."

In the memory of the original body, I did practice piano like this, but it was just a matter of fact. I stayed in the piano room for a few years.

Such a trivial matter, the original body has never taken it to heart, how can Chen Pi remember it.

I'm afraid that the Qi family has already checked his information up and down.

But the original body is quite mediocre, even if you are jealous of Chi You, there is no one to talk to. He didn't have the habit of recording his feelings on the Internet. At most, he was heard by Lu Yi when he cursed Chi You a few words in school. Jiang Luo didn't worry that his lies would be exposed.

He had thought before, if the Chi family wanted to kill him, was it because they knew he killed Chi You? But Chi You and the Chi Family were clearly incompatible. As soon as this idea came out, he was completely forgotten.

And after thinking about it carefully, the Chi family and Qi family didn't seem to know that he had used forbidden techniques to frame Chi You at all.

The Qi family investigated so carefully and probably didn't find anything, so I'm here to test him.

"Jiang Luo" was so mediocre before, why has it become so good now?

The character changed drastically, and he worked hard to dig up his undiscovered talents, which can be explained by "the lover died and was hit hard" and "the prodigal son turned back". But if the piano that used to be able to do it will no longer be able to do so, how can this be explained?

But Jiang Luo really felt that even if the original body was here, he wouldn't be able to play a piece of music.

But Father Qi would definitely not believe this.

Father Qi said: "It's okay. It's like a kung fu for self-cultivation. It's not about skill. As long as the heart is stable enough, it's a good standard."

Speaking of this, Jiang Luo smiled, crazily recalling the scores and piano keys that the original body had seen when he was a child, "Then I will show my ugliness."

He walked towards the piano, step by step, elegantly slow, Jiang Luo calmly bought himself time, but the original body really didn't care about these kung fu that required meditation. He had worked very hard, but still didn't think about anything. stand up.

Jiang Luo had already walked to the piano at this meeting, and he sat down slowly, preparing to plan how to stop the performance reasonably.

He tapped his fingers on the piano keys a few times, as if trying to audition. The melodious and deep piano sound rang, and the end trembling lightly, as far away as the deep ocean.

The waiter brought a small bottle of glass beads and poured it on the keyboard.

As soon as it fell, one or two glass beads almost rolled off the keyboard. Jiang Luoxin asked, how can this be played?

No matter how good the piano is, can you really keep the marbles from falling?

He coughed his throat and was about to say to give up, but his hands on the keys suddenly covered his other hands.

No one could see the other hand, and under the eyes of everyone, it crawled onto Jiang Luo's hand like a sticky viper. The hand was as cold as a dead man, and his slender fingers moved forward slowly against the back of Jiang Luo's hand. After a itch and goose bumps, he inserted into Jiang Luo's fingers ambiguously.

There was also a layer of chill on Jiang Luo's back that made him feel his scalp numb.

Someone chuckled in his ear.

In the next moment, this pair of ghost hands, with Jiang Luo's hands, danced and leaped on the keyboard.