This Damned Thirst for Survival

The lust that had been cut off became drier and more urgent.

Chi You’s black mist tumbles hideously, even as the ghostly patterns on his body rage with it.

The evil spirit looked horrible, with a sinister expression. It was only after a long time that Chi You gathered the expression on his face, he stepped out of the black mist and slowly straightened his clothes.

The ties that had been scattered by the other man were restored to their original state and the footprints that had been kicked out were slapped off. Chi You is slow and deliberate, and he smiles, if not with a cold look in his eyes, as if he’s in a state of unbridled pleasure.

He arrived at his room in Bai Hua University.

The room had been given a new lock. A large golden lock hung by the door and the evil spirit lifted his hand and, with just a slight grip, the lock split in two and hit the floor.

When Chi You enters the room, the first thing you see is the heart of the deity and a Yuan Tianzhu placed on the coffee table.

Thanks to the feng shui pattern of this place, no other greedy spirits have been attracted to steal it.

But did Jiang Luo forget that something so important had been left lying around?

Chi You, however, does not feel like it.

He stopped in front of the coffee table and looked down to take a closer look around it, after a moment he let out a soft laugh, “So that’s it.”

The carpet beneath the coffee table is patterned with flowers which form a hidden formation. Chi You looks up and sees that the ceiling is also covered with a five element formation laid out in red thread.

Chi You walked to the edge of the carpet and lifted a corner of it, only to see yellow charms all over the underside.

The vermilion on the yellow talisman is bright red and is written with chicken blood plus materials to ward off evil spirits.

“How ruthless.” Chi You exclaimed once more.

He lifted the carpet with a firm motion, and in a few steps all underneath half of the living room was an identical Fu Lu.

Even when Chi You was alive, he would not have dared to play Fu Lu like that.

One person’s air is very limited, and even a Fu Lu master who is skilled in writing symbols would not be able to write so many Fu Lu in his lifetime.

Chi You : “Really ……”

He stood up and couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “Scary.”

If he hadn’t noticed, he would only have taken the heart of the idol and Yuan Tianzhu and then triggered the formation. The Five Elements Formation would have trapped him in place, and the formation on the carpet would have triggered all the Fu Lu, which was like a mine exploding in place, taking at least half of Chi You’s life, if not his.

Chi You swept Fu Lu away with a gust of wind before he went to get the heart and Yuan Tianzhu. But as soon as he touched them, he felt a burning sensation, heat radiating from his palm, the sound of scorched flesh and the smell of charred flesh, and Chi You’s hand instantly turned into a charred black mass.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, only then realising that a rune had also been written on the heart of the stone statue by Jiang Luo. In addition to the incantation, the words ” Jiang Luo” were also inscribed.

Coincidentally, the character ” Jiang Luo ” also has eighteen strokes.

He used his eighteen deaths to transform Jiang Luo, and Jiang Luo left his mark on his body eighteen times.

Chi You couldn’t help but stifle a few laughs. After some thought, he put the stone statue heart down again and picked up only Yuan Tianzhu .

The Heart of the Stone is capable of awakening malice in a person and thus controlling their consciousness. Although Chi You would like to take the heart away, he wants it more than anything else to arouse Jiang Luo’s malice.

Let Jiang Luo eventually become just like him.

After taking the items, Chi You stayed in the same place for a few moments. Only after making sure that the formation had been broken and that Jiang Luo could not be drawn out did he leave in disappointment.

With a twist of the foot, the evil spirit suddenly stopped again.

He removed the rose pin from the lapel and placed it in the vacant part of Yuan Tianzhu.

“Looking forward to the next,” he murmured as if to a lover, “meeting.”

*

Jiang Luo is smiling extremely happily.

Feng Li is not at home and Tian Shifu is home only to the old master and his disciples. The disciples have gone to their rooms to rest, and Jiang Luo is propped up against the wall, laughing as he climbs the stairs.

If someone heard this, they would probably think that Tian Shifu is haunted too.

Not that Jiang Luo couldn’t help himself, he couldn’t control the corners of his mouth at the thought of the evil spirit’s lustful, pissed off look when he tried to fuck him but failed.

Jiang Luo rubbed his stiff smile and called Wen Renlian first.

They chatted for a few minutes to make sure he was back in Tian Shifu before Wen Renlian breathed a long, weary sigh and said, “Sleep tonight, we’ll meet you in Tian Shifu tomorrow and we’ll talk more then.”

Jiang Luo asked, “Are you going back to school?”

“No,” Wen Renlian said, “it’s too late to go back now, let’s go back to the hotel.”

Jiang Luo said, “When you come over tomorrow, help me bring the things from my room as well.”

The two men soon hang up and Jiang Luo walks into the bathroom.

But after seeing himself in the mirror, Jiang Luo was in no mood to laugh at Chi You.

For he looked much more wretched than the evil spirit.

His face was an unnatural red and his hair was stuck together in strands of sweat on top of his head. The long kiss seems to have thinned the skin on his lips, and Jiang Luo has just laughed out loud when he tastes the blood on his lips.

There is also a hint of tobacco and incense ash from Chi You.

Jiang Luo’s face is expressionless, his eyes averted downwards, his clothes too crumpled to wear. Finger marks can be seen all over the exposed skin, and the occasional tooth mark is conspicuous to the extreme.

The only blessing is that – Chi You only goes so far.

But the most embarrassing thing is this.

Jiang Luo just realized that he seems to be reacting a little.

He took a deep breath, pretending not to see it, and pulled his clothes off.

Who can be a man and not react in that situation? And Jiang Luo is a young adult in his prime.

This is a completely normal physiological reaction.

Jiang Luo easily convinced himself and put it behind him. He lifted his hand to check the injury. Above his arm, the wound that had hidden Yuan Tianzhu only a few days before had just scarred and was bleeding again from the evil spirit. He didn’t want to dress it now, so he stood underwater and let the warm water pour down on his head.

Chi You wants to fuck him.

This shocked Jiang Luo even more than Chi You’s desire for him.

How can this be.

He just couldn’t figure it out.

Although Jiang Luo also cannot figure out how Chi You can be a sufferer in the original, he is!

Why did it become a desire to fuck Jiang Luo when confronted with him?

He thought Chi You had run a thousand miles to get him to come on ……

Jiang Luo covered his face and let out a groan of pain. After a few moments, he calmed down.

His relationship with the evil spirit, which was clearly one of mutual torment, had now become somewhat unclear, and Jiang Luo’s mind wandered again as he remembered the evil spirit’s panting in his ear and dark, sunken eyes in the alley.

How does it feel …… that the evil spirits lust for him to the point of being too strong?

Is he really that charming?

Jiang Luo takes a slow shower and wipes the foggy mirror before stepping out of the shower.

The dark-haired young man in the mirror has a languid expression, the comfort of a hot bath softening the flamboyant arrogance between his brows. But the sharpness and the imperiousness hidden beneath it is decidedly more.

Very handsome.

Jiang Luo admires himself for a moment, handsome as hell.

It is also true that he is so charming that he has a track record of charming evil spirits.

Jiang Luo narrowed his eyes, but the more the evil spirit wanted something, the less Jiang Luo wanted him to have it.

He thought, not without malice.

Chi You’s desires are best left unresolved forever.

Although Jiang Luo had never felt such intense desire for anyone else, it didn’t stop him from imagining how hard it would be to hold it in.

Chi You better keep it hard.

Until it suffocates and is completely crippled.

Jiang Luo grunts a few times and walks out of the bathroom.

There is already peace and quiet inside Tian Shifu.

If there is one place in the world where Jiang Luo feels safe, Tian Shifu is it. Jiang Luo had such an exciting day that he fell into a deep sleep within minutes of getting into bed.

A dreamless night until dawn.

Jiang Luo was woken up by his brother Zhou Wudu at 6am and went downstairs for breakfast.

Zhou Wudu breathed in as he nibbled on a bun, “When did you get back?”

“Last night,” Jiang Luo sipped his soup slowly, “where was Wang Santan?”

Zhou Wudu was surprised: “You didn’t know that?”

“Oh yes, you’ve gone to settle a school assignment,” Zhou Wudu remembered why, he swallowed the bun in one bite and picked up another egg roll, ” Wang Santan followed Mister out. Whenever Mister goes out, he takes one or two disciples with him, I’ve been there last time and this time it’s Wang Santan’s turn.”

Jiang Luo only knew that Feng Li had many disciples, but not exactly how many. His curiosity was piqued and he asked, “How many direct disciples did you have in total?”

“Ah this,” Zhou Wudu was distressed, “I have to count.”

Jiang Luo : “……” He can already feel that there is a lot of it.

After all, Tian Shifu is a strong lineage with many and extensive disciples. Zhou Wudu counted them and held out his two hands in a gesture of “two” and “three”, “There are 23 direct disciples in total. But among them, there are six who can follow him and live in Tian Shifu, including you.”

Jiang Luo said, “But I’ve only met you and Wang Santan.”

“The other three brothers are out on an errand,” Zhou Wudu looked at Jiang Luo with envy and jealousy, “although we are disciples under the name of Mister, we are actually taught by the old Heavenly Master in the early stages. Only you, as soon as you came to Tian Shifu, were personally instructed by Sir.”

“You have to think of it this way,” Jiang Luo said, “I was taught by my previous master in the early days, and my master is still a named disciple of the old Heavenly Master.”

Zhou Wudu got a kick out of it, “Yeah oh.”

After breakfast, Jiang Luo waited for Wen Renlian to come to the door. An hour later, there was a conversation outside the living room and Jiang Luo stepped outside to see not only Wen Renlian but also Feng Li, who had come back with an object in his hand.

Jiang Luo’s smile lurched as he remembered the threat of a broken leg. In the distance, Feng Li has seen him.

The sun was shining overhead, but Feng Li’s eyes were like a pool of cold ice. They soon reached the door of the living room, Feng Li threw the things in his hands into Jiang Luo’s arms, took one more look at Jiang Luo and walked towards the living room, “Come here.”

Jiang Luo clutched the object in his hand just in time, but it struggled surprisingly, and he reflexively pressed it down and looked down, surprised: “A living ginseng?”

The ginseng doll is about the size of two adult palms and has grown limbs and five senses. It has a chubby belly and when it hears Jiang Luo’s voice, it cries out.

Ge Zhu came over to look and almost drooled, “That’s a lot of money for one whisker ……”

As if he understood Ge Zhu’s words, the ginseng doll stopped crying and lay upright in Jiang Luo’s arms, like a dead ginseng.

Lu Youyi also came over and stroked the little ginseng’s belly, “It’s quite cute.”

Ye Xun said quietly, “Not as cute as Xiao Fen.”

When the group entered the living room, Zhou Wudu poured them tea and then stood behind Feng Li.

Feng Li was wiping his hands with a handkerchief when he glanced faintly at the ginseng in Jiang Luo’s hand, “Go and give it to the Old Heavenly Master.”

Jiang Luo nodded honestly and was about to turn around to leave when Feng Li said, “Don’t move.”

Jiang Luo is on his feet.

Feng Li frowned as he walked over to him, even though the dark-haired youth was wearing Tian Shifu’s disciple’s uniform, which wrapped his body tightly. But the marks on his neck and on his lip did not fade so well, and he gave Jiang Luo a temperamental glance and raised his hand to pinch the wound on the top of Jiang Luo’s arm.

The blood slowly pours out and Jiang Luo looks down, already staining a bit of his shirt red.

“How did you get hurt?” Feng Li asked.

Jiang Luo could not have said it was to steal Yuan Tianzhu.

His eyes flushed and he bowed his head in embarrassment, “Sir, you don’t have to ask.”

Feng Li was about to ask another question when he heard the dark-haired young man say in a disappointed and unmistakably sad tone, “There’s nothing wrong with being hurt, it’s at least made me recognise someone.”

The students drew in a cold breath, and a look of wonder was written in their eyes.

Feng Li looked at them and narrowed his eyes slightly as he stopped asking further questions and instead reached out and pinched off an inch of ginseng whisker from the ginseng doll and said, “Open your mouth.”

Jiang Luo swallowed the ginseng beard and his face flushed to the naked eye. His mouth didn’t hurt anymore, he couldn’t feel his shoulder, and his body had surprisingly recovered from his injuries.

Is this what ginseng dolls can do?

Jiang Luo looked at the ginseng doll in awe, only to see it tremble and cry in pain, but held back his cries because Feng Li was still here.

The little poor thing. Jiang Luo looks at it with pity, but then strokes the ginseng whiskers of the little ginseng with a bad heart.

Feng Li said, “Go ahead.”

The Old Master of Heaven lived in the courtyard behind this building. Jiang Luo knocked on the brass ring on the wooden door as he led the ginseng doll across the rockery and stream to the courtyard door.

The disciple inside the door opened it as if he had known someone would come and said, “Brother, the old Heavenly Master is having tea at the back, you can find him at the end of this road.”

In the heart of the city, Tian Shifu is a paradise. Jiang Luo followed the road to the end and saw the old master sitting on a stone table with a man having tea.

The other man was blocked by the old celestial master and Jiang Luo could not see his person. When he got closer, he heard the old celestial master smiling and saying, “My tea here is not bad. Fatalist, won’t you try some?”

There was also some unmistakable humility in his tone.

Jiang Luo A pause, fatalist?

He had heard these three words in a phone call from Qi Ye’s father.

Does the term “destined person” refer to a person?

“Master,” Jiang Luo raised his voice and walked up quickly, “Master asked me to bring the ginseng doll to you.”

After walking in, Jiang Luo saw the Fated One clearly. He had a long head of snow-like white hair, which was pinned to the back of his head with a wooden pin like those of the ancients.

At the sound of his voice, the fatalist looked up at Jiang Luo for a moment.

His pupils are extremely pale in colour, so pale that they seem to have become the colour of snow as well. The predestined man has a young face, like a young man in his twenties. However, his eyes were extremely vicissitudes, as if they had experienced the vicissitudes of the sea.

He only looked at Jiang Luo for a moment, but Jiang Luo felt as if he had seen a cold, bone-chilling snowstorm, a majestic snowstorm that was scattered so widely that it could almost submerge him completely.

The coldness was so substantial that the ginseng doll in Jiang Luo’s hand shivered even harder.

Jiang Luo quickly withdrew his eyes and looked at the old celestial master with an unchanging smile, “Where shall I put it?”

The Old Heavenly Master took one look at the ginseng doll and said lovingly, “Five hundred years old, the little ginseng has become an essence. Feng Li, this kid is really something, how can you eat a small ginseng that has become an essence?”

He waved his hand, “Send it back to your master and tell him to send me another unrefined one.”

Jiang Luo : “Yes.”

Before he left, Jiang Luo took a second, seemingly unintentional glance at his nemesis.

Surprisingly, the predestined man was also looking at him.

Jiang Luo smiled naturally and, without further delay, excused himself.

Watching his back, the fatalist lifted his cup of tea and took a sip, suddenly saying, “A good boy.”

The old celestial master smiled and said, “I think so too.”