This Damned Thirst for Survival

This smugness overwhelmed his senses, turning all his previous worries and scruples that it was bad luck for the evil spirit to fall in love with him into gloating, Jiang Luo curled his lips and watched every slight change in the evil spirit’s face.

The face of the evil spirit remained unchanged.

But his eyes, which are anything but human, narrow slightly, and his dark pupils, which contain an eerie ghostly aura, reflect Jiang Luo’s appearance.

The human smiles openly, his face is sure. Every subtle expression on Jiang Luo’s face says: I see right through you, Chi You.

The evil spirits and the humans were at a standstill for a full minute.

This minute of silence was so deadly that it almost told Jiang Luo the answer.

Chi You fell in love with him.

Not only the young Chi You in the mirror world, but also the real evil Chi You.

He fell in love with the “murderer” who “killed” him.

Human excitement and arousal rushed to his head and, without the slightest fear of the evil spirit, he took the initiative to raise his upper body and ambiguously came up to the evil spirit’s ear, full of malice like a vile flower born out of sludge, whispering, ” Chi You , you like me.”

The evil spirit heard the dark-haired youth give a soft laugh as he said softly, with the unmistakable certainty of a voice that said the right answer, “You’re planted on me.”

“There was a loud bang.

Jiang Luo was abruptly pinned against the wall on the other side by the evil spirit.

He looked out from the evil spirit’s ear and the bed he had just been lying on had turned into a scattering of powder.

After an unknown amount of silence, the evil spirit finally grunted, “Like it?”

His attitude was hardly careless, “If rising desire for you and wanting to sleep with you is called liking, I do like you.”

No one had ever taught Chi You what principles meant, or what love and fondness meant. When he heard Jiang Luo’s words now, he only felt amused. He was no longer human, so how could he have such shitty feelings?

But the human leaning against the white wall looked at him with a smile on his face, the curve of his mouth, the way his hair swayed, the ease with which he stood on his legs, all of which said “at ease”. The grin slowly disappeared from his face, his face became expressionless, his lips cold and hard, his high nose falling into the shadows, as if he had returned to his original form of stone.

Yet there are hidden waves rising and falling in them.

He looks at Jiang Luo with downcast eyes, still looking as if he is superior.

His eyes became an abyss, so deep that it seemed as if all life would be swallowed up by him. Goodwill and emotion are torn apart and disappear in them. It only makes one tremble and is frightening.

The word “like” doesn’t seem to have anything to do with evil spirits.

Jiang Luo suddenly approached him.

The dark-haired youth never took his eyes off the evil spirit for a moment, and the smile on his lips never dropped for a moment. His eyes became teasing and charming as he lifted his head and gently dropped a kiss on the side of the evil spirit’s face as he gazed at him as cold as a python.

The kiss kept going down and down, again with a touch on the evil spirit’s lips.

The evil spirit seemed to be a stone, standing still and allowing the human to move over him.

Jiang Luo moves lightly, dropping a butterfly-like kiss on the side of the demon’s neck, slowly moving to the front of the demon, he opens his lips and gently bites the knot of the demon’s throat.

The knot in the evil spirit’s throat twitched.

The smile on Jiang Luo’s lips deepened, and both he and the evil spirits understood that this small movement was like the earth shaking and the mountains crumbling, a river bank collapsing and a snow mountain crumbling.

It is evidence that the evil spirit lost the encounter between the two.

Jiang Luo reared his head from the evil ghost’s neck, his lips and the evil ghost’s lips only a finger’s distance apart, his breath hovering ambiguously at the nasal ends of one man and one ghost as he spoke.

The evil spirit’s eyes became even more haunted and dark than they had just been.

Jiang Luo locked eyes with him, his voice so soft it sounded like the wind was blowing away, and laughed, “I almost forgot, you still have my name engraved on your heart.”

Jiang Luo was able to analyse the disadvantages of the evil spirit’s thoughts about him, and was able to clearly and calmly realise how much Chi You would affect him and cause him disaster if he fell for him. The evil spirits will only do whatever they can to get what they want to please themselves, and to be liked by him would be a real blessing in several lifetimes.

But after confronting Chi You and finding out that the evil spirit has fallen for him, Jiang Luo’s mind is instantly wrapped in excitement and he doesn’t think about anything else but getting the evil spirit to admit his love for him, to admit that he has lost completely and not even leave a single piece of his trousers on. He is like a demon tempting Tang Seng to eat meat, wanting to get the answer he wants, not even thinking about the consequences of the answer.

A second loud bang rang out in the room.

Ge Wuchen and Hua Beaver quickly rushed into the room, but they only saw Jiang Luo, who was bent against the wall, covering his stomach and laughing uncontrollably, but not his master.

They were about to question Jiang Luo when the voice of their master suddenly came into their heads. After hearing the command, they both looked at each other, Ge Wuchen gave Jiang Luo a complicated look, and with a slight leap they both left the place through the window that had broken open again.

“Hahahahahahaha.”

Jiang Luo laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes, and only when his cheeks hurt and his stomach hurt did he hold onto the wall and stop with difficulty.

He had slept too long and his legs were a little weak, but this did not affect Jiang Luo’s good mood. He could not have imagined, really could not have imagined, that Chi You would have a day when he would be running away.

A few rumbles came from the ground floor and Lian Xue the voices of several people rang out.

“Brother?”

Jiang Luo coughed, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, rubbed his face hard, suppressed his smile and lifted his steps down the hall, “Here it comes.”

*

Hilltop.

The storm has stopped for the day.

The white haired but youthful looking predestined man gently raised his hand and picked up a Yuan Tianzhu from a basin of water so clear that it looked like a mirror.

Behind him, Taoist Master Wei He asked, “How is it, my lord?”

“A few of your clan have gone out,” the host said softly, “and they are safe.”

Wei He was relieved that his heart, which had been tense for days, had finally calmed down.

The fatalist took a handkerchief aside, his white eyelashes drooping as he carefully wiped the water droplets from his hands. Wei He Daoist asked again, “Then, my lord, how many of them ……”

His words were interrupted, and the predestined man remained in a gentle, soft tone as he said, “They will be here this afternoon.”

Wei He Daoist said respectfully, “I understand.”

This is a strange statement.

Compared to his handsome appearance, Daoist Master Wei He was more like the older one, but his attitude towards him was clearly that of a junior meeting an elder.

But neither of them was surprised, and Taoist Master Wei He thought for a moment and said carefully, “This boy Jiang Luo, do you think he will deal with Chi You for us?”

The fatalist put his handkerchief down, along with Yuan Tianzhu, and casually set it aside as he walked over to the window, looking at the snow-covered ground and the distant landscape, and spoke as if wrapped in the smell of snow and ice, “He will.”

He smiled, but still seemed as remote as a god, “In this world, only he can kill Chi You.”

There was a flash of concern on the face of Daoist Master Wei He as he looked at the transparent Yuan Tianzhu on the table.

The Fated One suddenly turned back to him, his pale snow-like eyes looking up at him as if he knew what Daoist Master Wei He was thinking as he said, “I think very highly of him.”

Those same eyes that don’t look human give others the same sense of beaten terror when they stare at them, and the Fatalist said, “He might be the next me, too.”

Wei He Daoist was shaken, “The boy understands.”

*

Except for Jiang Luo, all the others woke up huddled in the toilet. When Lian Xue got up, it took a while to stop the dizziness brought on by hunger, and when he turned his head, he saw that none of the four university students had woken up except Li Xiao.

Lian Xue’s heart raced and he dragged his tired body to examine them one by one before he breathed a sigh of relief; all three were breathing and not dead, just in a coma for some unknown reason.

It was at this point that Jiang Luo was called downstairs.

He was not in any discomfort other than the weakness of lying down for a long time, and his stomach was not even empty. Jiang Luo walked straight into the kitchen, looking at the others who couldn’t even stand up.

The kitchen fridge was well stocked with ingredients and there was plenty to go around. Jiang Luo didn’t cook anything too time-consuming, but just used some rice to make white porridge and a light vegetarian dish.

The smell of rice came from the kitchen and even Li Xiao, who was crying because her three classmates were unconscious, stopped her tears and blushed as she covered her growling stomach. They stood up strongly, moved the food to the table and began to bury their heads in their food.

With a bowl of rice soup down, the burning stomach finally felt more comfortable, and Lian Xue sidled up to Li Xiao and said soothingly, “Our master uncle, Taoist Master Wei He, is on the top of the mountain, he is a great healer and will be able to cure the three of them, don’t worry.”

Li Xiao has grown stronger after this experience and she nods, holding back her worries, “It’s a good thing they’re not dead, the rest is up to you.”

Lian Xue smiled, “Don’t worry.”

Of the four of them, Lian Bing looked the palest, covering his thigh in pain, “In the mirror, the ghosts ate the lower half of my body, and when I came out there were no wounds on my body, but both legs still hurt.”

“It should be a wounded soul, wait until we get to the master’s uncle, a piece of it will recuperate.”

After eating, the four rested for a while longer, they dressed, put on their belongings and helped the three men who had fallen unconscious out of the hut.

The wind and snow had stopped outside and it was white everywhere, but the trail was still very difficult, even more so with people on their backs.

But the four of them were afraid to leave the three men in the house.

The villa owner and Yan’s housekeeper had disappeared along with the old couple, and having just experienced that dangerous mirror world again, they would rather work harder than to leave people in their rooms and come back to rescue them.

Thankfully the next few people made it to the top of the mountain without any bumps in the road.

Lian Xue breathed a huge sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his face, “At last.”

Jiang Luo looks up and sees the words ‘No Common Sense’ written on the front door of what looks like a manor house in the snow.