This Damned Thirst for Survival

Chapter 197 - So I have a crush on him

There is still room underneath the coffin, and Jiang Luo and the predestined man plummet downwards. Jiang Luo pulls the predestined man underneath him on the way down, using him as a cushion for his own flesh.

Unexpectedly, the predestined man did not struggle either.

"There was a bang and two men crashed to the ground.

The space was about ten metres high, and even with a human cushion, the impact on Jiang Luo was not a small one. Jiang Luo stumbled to his feet, rubbing his forehead and looking down to see that the body the predestined man had possessed had lost its breath in a pool of blood.

Dead.

But Jiang Luo knew that this man would come to life later.

Faced with this kind of people who keep dying and coming back to life, and living and dying again, Jiang Luo is useless even if he makes a few more cuts now. He pressed down his killing intent and surveyed the environment.

This is a stone cave, and the place where he fell was a black hole overhead. There were dense stalactites growing on both sides of the black hole, and drops of water were slowly dripping off the stalactites and into the milky, murky pool below them.

When Jiang Luo saw the water in the pool, two words came to his mind: Longquan.

Intuition told him that this was Longquan.

Jiang Luo immediately pulled down his bag, took his water bottle out of his side pocket and walked over to the pool to fill up a full glass. As he was about to screw on the lid, someone asked with a smile, "Is this enough?"

Jiang Luo turned his head to see that the Fatal Man had somehow come to life again. He was standing behind Jiang Luo, so close that he could have touched him with a raised hand. Looking at the bottle of water in his hand, the Fatalist kindly pointed out, "This is not enough for the amount you need."

Jiang Luo said coldly, "That's not much of a concern for you, fatalist."

The fatalist sighed, "If I don't help you, you're going to die."

Jiang Luo laughed coldly twice and stood up to screw up his cup. But the predestined man suddenly reached out and gave him a gentle push on the body.

Jiang Luo subconsciously fell backwards, but at the critical moment he grabbed the Fatalist's arm with a backhand. With Longquan behind him, Jiang Luo's forehead broke into a sweat, "What are you doing, Fatalist?"

Daoist Master Wei He has said that the power of Longquan is so great that it can only be diluted when used. Also, when using Longquan, all the power within the body is suppressed, this is to prevent the power within the body from rioting during the quenching process.

This was something that Taoist Master Wei He had repeatedly admonished; not even the Custodian had ever soaked in pure Longquan, and his act of pushing Jiang Luo into Longquan now was tantamount to murder.

The fatalist said warmly, "I just want to save you."

Jiang Luo didn't believe a word he said as he took the Fatalist's hand in a death grip to keep his balance. Surprisingly, the Fatalist also took his wrist in return. The next moment, however, the Fatalist raised his other hand and gently removed the yin-yang ring from Jiang Luo's wrist.

He gently tossed the Yin-Yang ring into the pool of water, after which the host paused for three seconds, one by one, to loosen his grip on Jiang Luo's hand.

Jiang Luo falls heavily into the pool.

The water in the pool boils instantly, and a few drops of water splash onto the Fatalist's hands, causing a burning pain. The Fatalist's face remained unchanged, his eyes downcast as he looked at Jiang Luo, who had plunged into the pool of water.

Jiang Luo's mouth and nose were instantly submerged as the Longquan boiled violently around him, bubbling up in large, transparent bubbles. Unprecedented pain swept through Jiang Luo's every nerve and the spring only reached Jiang Luo's chest, but Jiang Luo was in too much pain to have any strength to climb out of the Longquan water.

He rolled in the water in agony as the ripples on the surface grew larger and the lodger slowly took a step backwards.

He watched Jiang Luo pass out just as he fell into the water, and was forced by the sensation of suffocation to wake up and struggle to climb out of the water for air.

Jiang Luo's water-soaked every cell overflowed with blood, turning into a bloody man in the blink of an eye. The Fates knew such pain, quenching the body was transforming the whole body from human to god, all the bones seemed to be crushed and reorganised, the flesh scraped and reshaped, it would be more painful than being transformed from the inside out by the power of the offering.

The predestined man was surprisingly a little unforgiving in this moment.

A strange compassion rose up for Jiang Luo in the pool, a feeling that made him reach out to help Jiang Luo end this suffering, but halfway through his hand, the fatalist slowly withdrew it again.

A blood-soaked hand suddenly reached out of the pool and grabbed the ankle of the lodger in a deadly grip.

Jiang Luo fought his way to the edge of the pool, his voice thin, "Are you going to, kill, someone,?"

The fatalist knelt on one knee and gently brushed his hair as he softly said, " Jiang Luo, I am saving you."

"You took half of my power in one breath, a power too strong for you to bear," said the Fatal One, "and even the alcohol helped you to reduce the number of times you suffered, and while it worked, it also corrupted your body. You can no longer live, and the small amount of Longquan water is of no use to you, Jiang Luo."

"That's the only way you'll survive," he whispered as he cupped Jiang Luo's face, "if you don't break, you'll survive, if you make it through."

He was only driving Jiang Luo to death with words of salvation.

Jiang Luo didn't think he would make it.

Jiang Luo had faced death many times, but this was the first time he felt it was so close to him.

Jiang Luo felt as if he was in a frying pan volcano, all his nerves were numb with pain, and his whole body was twitching and shaking uncontrollably. He had only one consciousness: it hurt, and he was dying of pain.

Jiang Luo's face was wet, not only from the water but also from his tears of pain. Jiang Luo's grip on the Fatalist's fingers gradually weakened and the Fatalist broke his grip, Jiang Luo fainted again and slipped into the pool.

The Predestined looked at him in silence as the Pseudo-God closed his eyes and opened them again to the ripple-free appearance of the equality of all things.

Apart from his slightly tightened fingers, no one could see the ebb and flow of his inner changes.

There was a sudden loud bang behind them.

The predestined man turned around and it turned out to be Teng Bi jumping down with a large knife in one hand and a half-dead Li Sha in the other.

Teng Bi's shoulders were pockmarked with blood, and his breathing became ragged as he saw the scene in the cave. He threw Li Sha against the wall so hard that he hit his head against the stone wall and passed out without a grunt.

Teng Bi's hands gripped the hilt of his sword and his face was fierce with murderous intent as he charged towards the predestined without a word.

On the shore, swords and spears are used, but in Longquan, Jiang Luo is gradually exhausted and sinks to the bottom of the water.

He was drowned once.

But last time it was a complete pittance compared to this time.

The fatalist says he is saving Jiang Luo, but Jiang Luo feels that life is worse than death.

Longquan's power is pervasive and Jiang Luo feels his body transforming every second, but he also feels his life passing quickly.

It was as if a pair of large hands had covered his mouth and nose and pinned him to the bottom of the pool, leaving Jiang Luo feeling a bone-chilling cold.

He thought that he might actually be dying.

The sound of the battle between the Fatalist and Teng Bi on the shore reached his ears, and debris splashed into the pool. But Jiang Luo could not raise any hope, he knew that Teng Bi could not defeat the Fatalist.

In fact, he also underestimated the predestined people.

Even when half their power is taken away, even when they are seriously wounded, the return of the predestined man is defensible.

With less and less oxygen in his lungs and the pain in his body like a bone, Jiang Luo has experienced the most frequent and deepest pain in his life in the past two weeks. If he had been afraid of pain, he would have died of it.

Jiang Luo still bled a lot this time, but there wasn't an evil spirit around to wipe his blood with cold hands.

It is said that when people are dying, images from the past flash through their minds. Perhaps it was a hallucination caused by the lack of oxygen, but Jiang Luo also saw memories of his past.

From when I was a child to when I grew up, there was pain and joy. There are many scenes of partying with crowds, and even more images of being on my own. A boring design school drawing, a solitary lighter on the computer desk. Familiar friends, unfamiliar strangers flash by one by one, and finally, surprisingly, they settle on the face of the evil ghost.

Jiang Luo's heart suddenly rose with a great sense of resentment and sourness.

The emotion was so strong that his teeth chattered, emotions that he had never thought about before, before the pain and suffocation that brought about his death, piled up swiftly in this moment, surging past Jiang Luo's threshold in a single bound, breaking all his pretense of calm and sanity in an instant.

Jiang Luo is curled up, his fingers trembling.

He gritted his teeth to death, suddenly understanding completely in this moment what kind of feelings he had towards the evil spirits.

The feelings he deliberately ignored, the submission he didn't want to admit to, became so clear and obvious before life and death.

Jiang Luo's heart almost instantly rushed to his throat with sadness, and he thought, "So I've fallen in love with him.

But he still has to break up with Chi You.

But how sad and ridiculous.

His stubbornness has taken him until now to understand his feelings, but having understood, he will never see Chi You again, whether he breaks up or stays together.

......

Down the hill.

Chi You was a little restless for some reason. He kept walking around the foot of the hill, his pace going from a wandering grace to an increasingly restless one.

As time passed, the gloom in his heart not only did not abate, but became worse.

Chi You is surprisingly a little uneasy.

Chi You almost snorted with laughter when he realised that he was upset.

But his smile stiffened just as he pulled it up, and the corners of the evil spirit's mouth could not be pulled up any further. Finally giving up trying to deceive himself, he walked quickly to the path and looked up at the towering Dawu Mountain, his handsome face expressionless and frighteningly expressionless.

The air is dry, the mind is restless and there is a vague feeling that something big is about to happen.

Chi You's lips pursed straighter and straighter.

As his whole being became irritable to the naked eye, the three moles on his waist suddenly glowed with heat.

Chi You snapped to attention.

The three moles are glowing, which means that his "other half" is in a critical situation of life and death.

Chi You's eyes sank abruptly and without a word, the black mist behind him appeared to quickly wrap around him, turning into a black mist and rushing up Dawu Mountain without hesitation.

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There is less and less movement in Longquan.

The feeling in Teng Bi's heart was getting worse and worse, and he rushed to the edge of the pool with his arms outstretched to pull Jiang Luo from the pool, despite the blow from the Fatalist.

But his hand jerked violently in pain just as he plunged it into the murky white water, and Teng Bi withdrew his hand, which had turned into a pile of white bones.

Teng Bi was sweating with pain and the veins on his neck were bulging as he shielded his hand from the pain and shouted towards the bottom of the pool, "Jiang Luo!"

Instinct told him that the water in this pool was something very frightening and that if he dared to go in, he would definitely die without a trace.

The Fated One did not take the opportunity to attack Teng Bi, he also looked at Longquan, complex emotions flashed in his eyes, "This is the most essential part of the Dragon Vein, the most powerful in suppressing evil spirits, you cannot save him."

Teng Bi gritted his teeth and fished for Jiang Luo with a large knife with all his strength, "Jiang Luo!"

The Fatalist frowned and yanked him away from the pool, "You shouldn't bother him at this time of day."

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

Teng Bi roared with red eyes and stabbed him backhanded with his large knife, "I'll kill you!"

The fatalist leapt backwards gently to avoid it, and he suddenly raised his eyes to the black hole above his head.

A pale black mist suddenly burrowed in from the black hole. The mist was thin, barely the size of a man. The black mist fell to the ground and dispersed, revealing the evil spirit wrapped in black mist.

The predestined man stares intently at Chi You, the look in his eyes changing rapidly.

Chi You is finally here.

Teng Bi could not believe that Chi You had arrived at the deepest part of the Dragon Vein, but he could not care less, as if he had seen a straw, he hurriedly said, "Master, Jiang Luo is in the water!"

The evil spirit did not appear to have sustained any injuries, but his face was much paler than usual and his eyes were tinged with a bloodshot colour.

Without even looking at Teng Bi or the predestined man, he walked straight to the lake and, without saying anything, jumped straight into the spring pool.