This Damned Thirst for Survival

The Qi family, who had been mapped out inside and out, did not yet know that they had let the real culprits of Yuan Tianzhu’s theft slip away.

When Jiang Luo returned to the dormitory, the first thing he did was to remove Yuan Tianzhu from beneath the flesh.

He wiped the blood with a towel and bit down on the side of the gauze to bandage the wound. Halfway through the dressing, the wound returned to pain, the sweat on the dark-haired youth’s forehead clung to his black hair, and his white vest was half soaked with sweat.

The second injury was even more painful than the first, and Jiang Luo’s face turned slightly white after the wound was reopened.

The wound was small, but deep, and Jiang Luo wondered if the scar would be hideous, but a few more scars on a man’s body would not bother him at all. He rolls over and sits on the sink, leaning his back against the mirror, smoking a cigarette to numb the nerves that ache.

Yuan Tianzhu was set aside, and he cleaned the blood off of it and held it up to the light.

Such a beautiful bead, but it is the soul of the evil spirit.

Jiang Luo lets out a “tsk” and shakes the ashes from his cigarette. Halfway through a cigarette, his mind becomes more and more calm. Jiang Luo picks up his mobile phone and the blue light reflects on his face.

He was looking at the forum on the Metaphysical Community’s internal website.

The story of the theft of the Qi family’s Yuan Tianzhu had already spread, and many people watching the event were talking about it, lamenting that the person who stole it was too bold and would have faced a tragic end if he had been caught.

Jiang Luo smiles, exhales a puff of smoke and glances up towards the ceiling.

The scene in which he hid Yuan Tianzhu was seen by Chi You.

–Even if he hadn’t seen the ghostly eye in its entirety, he was sure that it was Chi You.

The familiar gaze of a beast, the viscous gaze of a monster of the abyss, is so familiar that it sends a chill down the spine, a look that only Chi You could possess.

Chi You must have known very well that Jiang Luo already had two Yuan Tianzhu and one of Chi You’s hearts, and the evil spirits could not sit still, and Jiang Luo was sure that Chi You would come to take Yuan Tianzhu from him.

If Jiang Luo were Chi You, he would not be comfortable with his soul falling into the hands of the enemy.

Originally, with the school’s auspicious feng shui pattern, evil spirits and other evil spirits could not enter. However, Chi You is now using the body of a deity, and the body of a deity looks like an evil person, so the feng shui pattern will not be of much use to Chi You. But if Chi You had come in the form of a ghost, it would have been stopped.

The feng shui pattern cannot stop a puppet manipulated by evil spirits.

The Qi family’s home should not have been so easy for Chi You to break into. But the Qi family villa is not the Qi family’s ancestral home, the mountainous region is full of lonely spirits, and the Qi family values formations over feng shui, giving Chi You a place to exploit.

Jiang Luo put out his cigarette, he was in the driver’s seat this time, Chi You had the upper hand, which meant he had the advantage. Jiang Luo is ready to prepare for Chi You to come to his door and give him a good beating.

With his mind made up, Jiang Luo went back to bed, but in the next two days, more than he expected, Chi You did not come to his door to take Yuan Tianzhu.

This is not scientific.

Chi You had gone to a lot of trouble to get Yuan Tianzhu, and had even used Bai Yefeng as a puppet to enter the competition to win first place.

Jiang Luo becomes paranoid when things go off the rails. The evil spirit is never an easy opponent, he is unpredictable and this kind of unconventional thing might be normal in his case, but Jiang Luo, who has had frequent encounters with Chi You, feels that something is not right.

Jiang Luo waited patiently for another day, and in his spare time, he accompanied Ye Xun on a shopping trip, almost being driven to death by Ye Xun’s difficulty in choosing.

But at the end of the day, the evil spirit still had not appeared.

Jiang Luo thoroughly feels that something is wrong.

It was as if a sword of Damocles was hanging over Jiang Luo’s head, and the uncertainty was very unpleasant for Jiang Luo. He was so frustrated that an even more sombre feeling of having been teased rose up.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Luo smokes a couple of cigarettes in front of the moon with no expression on his face and finally makes up his mind that he will take the initiative and draw out Chi You.

Jiang Luo is very experienced in how to draw out evil spirits. He remembers with uncanny clarity the time when he was pulled into the nightmare by Chi You and killed eighteen times, when he was in Chi You’s room, when he used Chi You’s things and said many provocative words to draw the evil spirits out.

Wasn’t it just provoking Chi You in Chi You’s room?

It’s a job he’s skilled at.

The next day, Jiang Luo went back to his dormitory in the early afternoon, got his things ready and went to Chi You’s dormitory. He had the key to Chi You’s dormitory in his hand, and when he entered Chi You’s room, he was greeted by the smell of burning.

It was the smell left by Jiang Luo who had set fire to Chi You’s room.

But in fact, Chi You’s room has been restored. The burnt floorboards have been replaced with new ones, the blackened walls have been freshly painted, and everything that had been destroyed has been discarded, so apart from the lingering smell, the room is exactly as Jiang Luo first saw it.

Jiang Luo placed the items on the floor with great nonchalance as he glanced around the room, unable to hide his disgust.

This room was sort of the source of his nightmares.

Once again, Jiang Luo can see in almost every corner of the room one of the ways he once died. Seeing the nails nailed to the wall where the easel hangs, he can recall the pain of having nails driven through his head. When he sees the bed, he remembers the image of being chained to it and burned alive.

Jiang Luo looked around calmly and thought to himself, I must kill Chi You eighteen times here too.

The mother and Chi You were very close, and even after Chi You’s death, someone came to clean the house from time to time. Jiang Luo simply cleaned the room again and went to the bath with a sweaty body, wrapping the injured parts in cling film and using all the Chi You’s things he could.

He uses Chi You shower gel, he uses Chi You shampoo, and when he rinses off the foam with his eyes closed, Jiang Luo even has the feeling that Chi You is right next to him.

He frowned, not really liking the feeling.

Jiang Luo walked out in a towel, laid out the Fu Lu he had brought with him and took out the heart of the idol he had hidden.

It was then that he showed some amusement as Jiang Luo, holding a dagger in his hand in the form of a secret spell from the Ring of Yin and Yang, sat on the sofa, the tip of the golden dagger touching his heart in a seemingly unnoticed way.

It was something that Chi You had chased after him to get back in the first place, even leading him to Fengdu Ghost City for it.

Jiang Luo smiled and said, “What shall I do to you before your master appears?”

Under the threat of the dagger, the idol’s heart “pounded, pounded”, beating slowly.

Jiang Luo tilted his head, “How about engraving it with my name?”

“Good means you belong to me.”

The more he thought about it, the more Jiang Luo thought it was a brilliant idea. He excitedly carved his name into the heart of the idol, and with each stroke, the heart of the idol would clench a little.

When the character “Jiang” was finished, it was already dark outside.

Jiang Luo, unconcerned, continues to carve, and soon the words ” Jiang Luo ” are neatly presented above the heart of the stone, occupying the very centre.

Jiang Luo nods with satisfaction and rises to clean the stone shavings from his heart. There are no lights on in the room, the last rays of the afterglow sink in and it is dark between heaven and earth.

Jiang Luo was walking to the wall to turn on the light when a teasing laugh suddenly came from behind him, “Why turn on the light on such a nice night?”

Jiang Luo’s fingers on the switch pause and he turns to see Chi You sitting on the single sofa.

Chi You’s legs are folded and his left hand is propped up on the arm of the sofa, supporting his head. The silvery light of the moon spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a few rays of miserable white light hit his body.

The tip of his shoes reflecting the moonlight, Chi You’s lower jaw is outlined, his lines perfect and deep, his curved lips meaningful, except for the colour of his lips, which, I don’t know if it’s the moonlight, are a little sickly pale.

Jiang Luo paused and looked at him with narrowed, probing eyes, “So it’s our Mr. Chi who’s here.”

“Wasn’t it you who wanted me to come?” Chi You’s voice was careless, “So I went to the appointment.”

Jiang Luo withdrew his hand as he took one step after another towards Chi You. Chi You sits still but can’t help but let out a stifled laugh, “Ah, looks like it’s going to be a dangerous date tonight.”

“A date? No, it’s not a date,” Jiang Luo walked up to Chi You, he bent down and propped himself on the armrests on either side of the sofa, his dark hair fell over Chi You’s suit, the dark haired young man’s grin deepened as he exaggerated, ” Chi You, why do you look a little off? ”

He tentatively approached the evil spirit sitting on the couch in the darkness, his slightly hot nostrils blowing like the wind across the evil spirit’s face. A vague excitement was about to tear through the darkness to break out his angelic face, and it wasn’t until he got a good look into the evil spirit’s dark eyes that the dark-haired youth smiled and said, “Ah, there’s something really wrong.”

The dark-haired young man straightened up, his fingers tracing over the sofa as he walked from in front of Chi You to behind Chi You.

The familiar smell of his bath also infiltrated this small space.

The evil spirit propped his head up and said languidly, “Hmm?”

The voice is still tinged with a wandering smile.

Jiang Luo paused behind him, bent down and whispered in Chi You’s ear, “Oops, our Mr. Evil Ghost.”

He couldn’t hold back a laugh, “Why are you getting weak?”