This Damned Thirst for Survival

Jiang Luo’s smile is subdued as he leans over the evil spirit’s head, the scent of his hair tinged with a poisonous charm.

“Oh?” The evil spirit, however, was calm, his leather shoes shifting lightly as he said meaningfully, “How so?”

In fact, Jiang Luo was right.

We all have our weaknesses, and Chi You is no exception.

It took him three days to survive the repercussions of the ghost tattoo, and after each repercussion, Chi You had a period of weakness.

During this period of weakness, Chi You will hide in a quiet place and wait slowly for your recovery.

At this time, Chi You is not exposed to anyone, he hides his weaknesses so perfectly that no one can detect them.

–which he should have done this time.

But the truth is, when Chi You regained control of his eyes over all those worthy of his supervision after the revolt was over, he saw the dark-haired young man in his room.

Jiang Luo is deliberately drawing him out.

Chi You knew this, but to his own surprise, he came along knowing that Jiang Luo was up to it.

Until it has not fully recovered.

This is simply unbelievable to the evil spirits themselves.

Jiang Luo reached out and gently twirled a dead leaf that happened to fall on Chi You’s chest, almost laughing, “Look, what’s this, you’ve got a dead leaf on you?”

Chi You, the pervert, is a man whose shoes don’t even touch the dust in the deep woods.

Jiang Luo spoke up again, “Chi You, I can’t believe you’ve gotten weak.”

“It’s been issued.”

The evil spirit sighed, not without regret.

“What a surprise ……” Jiang Luo straightened up as he crossed his arms, the bones of both hands rattling, “Next, then, it’s my time.”

*

The TV was turned on and the music channel was on demand.

What happened to be playing at this point was a song with an aggressive drum and bass beat.

Amidst the increasingly urgent music, the evil spirit was tortured over and over again by the dark-haired youth with the death throes of the phase. The vase was smashed and the sharp shards fell on the evil demon, who was clutched by the collar and pinned to the wall, the blood dripping from his mouth leaving the collar spotted and dirty, as the black-haired youth tightened the rope wrapped around the evil demon’s neck and grunted, “How does it feel?”

The evil demon tilted his head back, his hair in disarray as he experienced real pain over and over again, the sharp pain rolling through the inside of his body that had been filled with the talismanic water, the veins in his neck showing, the evil demon’s voice low and muffled, “Not bad.”

“It hurts,” he grunted, sighing, “you’re so mean.”

Jiang Luo smiled gently as he lowered his head and gently soothed, “Don’t be afraid, there will be something painful waiting for you next.”

The extremely vindictive human being takes revenge on the evil spirits again and again for the way he died in his dreams.

Starting with the least painful, the degree of death increases one at a time.

The evil spirit was thrown heavily to the floor.

His hands and feet were securely wrapped in bondage, and his pale, sickly face had flushed faintly after many tricks. The evil spirit’s ever meticulous suit was dishevelled, he was in a wretched state, and his handsome, unmistakable face was marked by a grin that was growing wildly exaggerated.

A bead of sweat slides down Jiang Luo’s face from his lower jaw and drips onto the lips of the evil spirit.

The evil spirit curled the sweat into his lips and whispered with a smirk, “The taste of hate.”

The next moment, the black-haired young man’s arm, wrapped in the serpent, had come heavily towards his abdomen.

The serpent struck hard on the body of the evil spirit, who lay on his back, his slender form on the floor, like a cowboy being maliciously played with by a guest.

Jiang Luo finally let out a cheerful smile after thinking this way: ” Chi You, did you not think you would have this day?”

The music changes to the next song.

The heart-like prelude to the music sounded, “flutter, flutter”, and the evil spirit was dragged to the bathroom by Jiang Luo.

The evil spirit was in a terrible state, but his expression was idle as he looked out of the window at the already slightly dawned sky, only to find that the night had gone by.

His hands, tied by the rope around which Fu Lu was wrapped, moved slightly and Fu Lu instantly burst into flames.

Jiang Luo Yu Guang caught a glimpse of it and he sneered, pretending not to see it.

The sound of water gurgling in the bathroom.

The cold water in the bathtub was so full that it overflowed and the tiled floor was covered with a thin layer of water, “tick, tick, tick”, the pattering sounded like falling rain outside the window.

Jiang Luo placed the evil spirit in the bathtub, and the already full water instantly gushed halfway out, instantly wetting Jiang Luo’s clothes.

Jiang Luo looked at himself and gently patted the evil spirit’s face, disgruntled, “Mr. Chi, you’re wetting my whole outfit again.”

Chi You said slowly, “My pleasure.”

Jiang Luo lifted Chi You’s chin, nails digging into the flesh, and said in a condescending manner, “I see you haven’t learned your lesson from what you just did.”

He shrugged and stood up, his wet clothes clinging to his body, half-covering a perfectly proportioned figure.

The Yu Guang of the evil spirit sweeps over him.

The dark haired youth frowned in disgust and gave Chi You a nonchalant look, “Stay here.”

He turned to go out, intending to change his clothes.

When Jiang Luo came to Chi You’s dormitory, he had only brought one set of clothes with him. He had to find clean clothes from Chi You’s wardrobe and he threw his new clothes on the bed and took off his dirty clothes.

The corners of Jiang Luo’s mouth pick up as he whistles in time to the music, the blood speckled on his dirty clothes standing out.

Tonight was cool.

Very cool, tonight was one of the best nights he’s had since crossing over.

But it is not enough.

The evil spirit’s body was not damaged, even though he was in mental pain, but it was not enough.

Eighteen ways to die, a few short of the most painful ones without revenge back.

Because Jiang Luo was tired of playing, he wanted to find other ways to make the evil spirits memorable.

Jiang Luo put on his Chi You shirt, hummed and buttoned it, and had barely put on his trousers when the bathroom suddenly erupted with the sound of violent water.

Jiang Luo sidled up and ran barefoot to check it out.

He opened the bathroom door, but the evil spirit he had just placed in the bathtub was gone, leaving only Fu Lu floating on the water and the rope sinking at the bottom.

Jiang Luo raises an eyebrow as he turns and rushes outside, but as soon as he does so, a hand is cupped around the back of his neck.

“Where to?”

Jiang Luo was turned around by the squeeze of his neck and the evil spirit bent down, water dripping from his suit and hitting Jiang Luo’s dry shirt in a dense stream.

“You changed into my clothes,” the evil spirit and Jiang Luo mingled their nostrils, “and used my things.”

Chi You nudged his nose and smiled, “In can still smell ……”

The dark-haired young man, who was being held by the neck and controlled at the back of his neck as if he were in chains, his eyes contained fire, and even the coldest ice could evaporate without a trace in his eyes.

The evil spirit inexplicably moved forward closer, his voice lowered a little, his vocal line slightly muffled, and he said ambiguously, “Did you have a good time tonight?”

“Happy as can be,” Jiang Luo tugged at his lips, faking a smile, “it would be wonderful if I could make you feel like choking to death again.”

The evil spirit smiled tolerantly and dotingly, “It’s okay, I can experience it once with you.”

With that, he pressed Jiang Luo into the bath.

The water splashed violently in all directions.

Jiang Luo’s head was pressed hard under the water, the evil spirit pressed against his body like a boulder that could not be shaken. Jiang Luo was completely unprepared for the fall, caught off guard by the rapid lack of oxygen from his lungs and the bubbles gurgling out from underwater, a sensation like the one he once felt when he drowned in a dream.

Chi You’s bathtub, why the fuck is it so deep!

This was not in a dream, death was death, and Jiang Luo struggled violently, unconvinced. As he was about to suffocate, the hand at the back of his neck suddenly lifted Jiang Luo up, the water clattered, and Jiang Luo’s lips were suddenly pressed against another.

Jiang Luo desperately draws in oxygen, but the lips that deliver it to him are incredibly teasing and slow. When Jiang Luo is desperate to claim it, he deliberately traces the shape of Jiang Luo’s lips with his tongue in an unhurried manner, and by the time Jiang Luo regains his senses, he is once again pushed into the water.

…… fuck you!

Jiang Luo’s anger was suddenly overwhelming.

He lifted his foot and kicked it hard, pressing the evil spirit into the water as well. The water tumbled and surged, and the dark-haired youth abruptly broke out of the water.

He stood up from the water with an expressionless face and sat down on the edge of the tub. When the evil spirit sat up from the water, he was greeted by a golden whip.

Chi You held the whip just in time.

He was sitting in the bath facing Jiang Luo, his legs bent up at his sides, his flawless appearance broken as the water slid down the side of his face, adding a touch of sensuality. Chi You’s face looks much better than the sickly pallor of his previous appearance, and even the corners of his lips are tinged with a healthy hue.

Chi You fondled the whip, his fingers burning with a burning mist from the golden inscription, he looked at Jiang Luo, a twinkle in his eye, and suddenly said something inexplicable, “It’s almost dawn.”

The dark-haired youth was soaked to the skin.

With the edge of his shirt stuck to his leg, Jiang Luo tugged at his whip, not caring how he looked at the moment – after all, he and Chi You were both in such a mess, who was in a position to laugh at anyone?

Jiang Luo gave the whip another tug, but Chi You let go of his own accord and the whip fell to the water.

A smile flashed in Jiang Luo’s eyes and he took the opportunity to fling the whip again, this time succeeding in leaving a charred black whip mark on the evil spirit’s neck.

After the successful blow, Jiang Luo left the bathroom in an instant and stood in the living room taunting, “What’s the point of fighting in such a small place?”

Chi You to yourself: “You’re right ……”

The evil spirit stood up and stepped out of the tub, the moment his feet hit the floor, the water evaporated clean from his body in an instant.

The weakness from the repercussions of the ghost tattoo gradually faded from his body.

The inside of Chi You’s body was like a fire and a cave of ice. He closed his eyes, straightened his clothes and walked out unharmed. Dodging the oncoming Fu Lu, he looked up at Jiang Luo.

One side is fully clothed, while the other is dishevelled.

Jiang Luo couldn’t help but frown, not liking the contrast. But then he suddenly remembered something and his face changed abruptly, touching his lips in an ugly way.

Chi You is here to disgust him again.

Heh.

Jiang Luo thought with a sneer.

Would you rather be disgusted with yourself, Chi You, than to get back at him in this way?

How.

Than who can disgust who?

Or was he simply making fun of Jiang Luo, playing with him?

Jiang Luo sank back and took a step backwards, only to suddenly step on the TV remote control.

The TV with music on suddenly changed the channel.

In the TV drama, the hero and heroine are lying in bed kissing intensely, with loud voices and panting . Rough.

There was a slight stagnation in the air in the murderous room.