This Damned Thirst for Survival

From root to tip, every strand of hair is white and unblemished, much more natural looking than the white hair dyes found in barbershops.

Jiang Luo locked eyes with the dark-haired youth in the mirror and his brow twitched hard.

Kuang Zheng looked at his face and complimented him rustily, “It looks good.”

Lu Youyi came over and said, “Jiang Luo, did you go out and dye your hair today? You can’t even tell if you don’t look closely. But it’s a nice effect.”

It is true, as Lu Youyi said, that the white hair, like a flowing pearl, seemed to be an ornament to his hair, a coldness that tempered the declining beauty of his face. But although it looked good, Jiang Luo found it particularly unpleasant.

Taken away from life by a ghost, it is vitality and youth that is taken away. This strand of hair will still grow, but no matter how long it grows, it will always be grey, as if it had entered its twilight years a step earlier.

As a designer who stays up all night doing drawings, there is nothing more important than hair. If the evil spirit was still standing in front of Jiang Luo, Jiang Luo would have already smashed his fist into the evil spirit’s outrageously handsome face.

He hid his white hair under his black hair, and was lucky that only a few strands of his hair had been taken away from him, otherwise his hair would have been called unconventional rather than good-looking.

After dealing with the river crash, the group set off back to school. Several other people exchanged a few glances with each other when Jiang Luo was not in sight.

They didn’t believe what Jiang Luo had just said, but in order not to provoke Jiang Luo, they went along with Jiang Luo’s words and changed the subject.

If it was for no reason at all, how could the car and the people have fallen into the river?

They speculated that Jiang Luo had thought of Chi You on the way back, or that Chi You had appeared again and compelled Jiang Luo to fall into the river in his car.

The group’s heart goes out to Jiang Luo, who is no longer the same. Jiang Luo is not the same Jiang Luo as before. He is studying so hard to become stronger, isn’t that why he is helping Chi You to become stronger?

The return of the prodigal son was always going to be a softening of the heart, and as they already saw Jiang Luo as a companion, they could not watch him fall into this hopeless relationship. During the day, when Jiang Luo is away, they meet for a small meeting and are determined to stop Jiang Luo and Chi You from seeing each other. But as if that wasn’t enough, they also plan to take Zhuo Zhongqiu’s advice and encourage Jiang Luo to start a new relationship.

Doesn’t the saying go that the most effective way to replace a previous relationship is to start a new one?

Jiang Luo was completely unaware of their intentions and when he returned to school, he went to his room to continue his research on the Yin Yang Ring.

The twelve Golden Incantations of the Yin Yang Ring can form twelve zodiac signs, but the stronger the zodiac sign, the higher the demands on Jiang Luo. For example, Jiang Luo would like to summon a dragon, but at the moment, he is unable to master the twelve golden incantations to form a dragon.

Jiang Luo was in no hurry, and after getting used to the sensation of controlling the Golden Mantra for a while, he prepared to turn off the light and go to bed.

As he lay in bed, a long-lost sense of reassurance came over him. Before falling asleep, Jiang Luo thought about many things in a jumbled way, and finally thought, could the Golden Mantra see through Chi You’s puppet?

Sleepiness rises slowly.

Forget it, I’ll think about this tomorrow …… Jiang Luo eased into dreamland.

Jiang Luo slept soundly, without even dreaming, and by the time he opened his eyes again, the sun had risen.

Jiang Luo stretches and raises his hand, the sunlight passing through his fingers and casting bright dappled shadows on the quilt.

He looked out of breath for a while before getting out of bed and taking a shower.

It was a beautiful day with low clouds and a turquoise blue sky.

Jiang Luo stood on the balcony for a few moments admiring the morning view, in the most relaxed mood he had seen since his crossing. The corners of his lips quirked up as he went to take a closer look at the appearance of the school, so much so that he saw a field of crops not far away.

Jiang Luo raises an eyebrow, remembering the unpalatable food in the canteen, and is tempted to cook with his own hands.

He went downstairs to pick some vegetables, borrowed a place in the canteen and scrambled a plate of tomatoes and eggs and mixed a plate of cold vegetables.

But when he came out, he saw Lu Youyi, seven men waiting for him with rice in their hands and smiles.

Jiang Luo resignedly placed two plates of food on the table, “How did you know I was here?”

Wen Renlian smiled and said, “The time for the next level is out, in a month’s time, and the venue has changed to Xiangxi. We wanted to come and tell you the news, but who knew that the hostess aunt said that you ran to the canteen to cook.”

In the midst of their conversation, two plates of vegetables had been lost to one person with one chopstick. Lu Youyi poured the juice of the tomatoes and eggs into the rice, careful not to waste a drop, ” Jiang Luo , you can actually cook!”

Jiang Luo was eating white rice, without any taste: “You can learn this kind of thing, can’t you?”

Ge Zhu smiled, “No, we just can’t learn and have to eat canteen food in order not to be starved to death.”

But he is optimistic, “The canteen food is bad at everything, the only good thing is that it’s not expensive and it feeds you.”

Jiang Luo sincerely asks, “Why doesn’t the school have a new chef?”

“Those who know of the existence of our metaphysical community are not simple themselves, and even fewer are a chef,” Zhuo Zhongqiu said, “Our school’s chef is no ordinary person either, he was our dean’s master and was invited to the school by the dean before he changed his career to become a cook.”

Jiang Luo had no choice but to go to the kitchen and stir-fry two more hard-boiled dishes, seeing the two empty plates around which they were so miserable.

Ye Xun was a little more calm than he was, “You haven’t eaten yet.”

Jiang Luo couldn’t help but laugh and asked, ” Ye Xun , is Kuang Zheng going to fix Xiao Fen for you today?”

Ye Xun showed a little smile, “Yes.”

“Can I come along to see it?” He said curiously.

Ye Xun nodded, his eyes fixed on the ribs in the pot, ” Jiang Luo , why do you know how to cook?”

It was the first time Jiang Luo had ever felt like being accompanied by someone cooking. He flipped the spatula and said back, “People have to eat.”

The cooks in the school canteen are poor, but the ingredients are excellent. Jiang Luo’s standard is just about the same, but when you throw the ingredients into the pot, the result is surprisingly good.

On his first day back at school, the crowd was spared the torture of a canteen because of his skills, and Jiang Luo was almost under the illusion that he had been promoted to culinary god in their eyes.

They had just returned from a competition and had no classes for the day. In the afternoon, Jiang Luo followed Ye Xun to Kuang Zheng’s smithing room.

Kuang Zheng was not the first time he had been shown the process of refining a weapon. He placed the grievance doll in the middle of the formation, and with a serious expression, he drew out a strand of black grievance qi and used it as a needle and thread, carefully sewing together the places where the grievance doll had torn open.

Jiang Luo smiled at the sight of a sturdy, mountainous man sewing a doll with a needle and thread, “Can I help you?”

Kuang Zheng shook his head, “No need.”

The doll was not easy to make and its restoration was extremely complicated. Jiang Luo watched for a while before Yu Guang glanced at Ye Xun’s face and noticed his excessive nervousness.

When Ye Xun went to the toilet, Jiang Luo asked, “Why does Ye Xun care so much about this ghost doll?”

Kuang Zheng was so hot that his spine was drenched in sweat and he pulled his shirt off, his naked muscular body shrugging and falling in one of his hand raises. His naked muscles shrugged up and down as he raised and lowered his hands, and he said sullenly, “This is the doll Ye Xun’s mother left him.”

“A grievance doll requires a grievance spirit to be willingly absorbed by the doll before it can be used,” Kuang Zheng wiped the sweat from the top of his head, “The grievance spirit that was inside Xiao Fen earlier was his mother.”

For Ye Xun, Xiao Fen is not only Xiao Fen, but also his mother.

No wonder.

Jiang Luo looked at Xiao Fen and was silent for a moment: “I hope the spirits inside will be okay.”

Before the Grudge Doll could be repaired, Chen Pi called Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo quietly exited the smithing room, Chen Pi smilingly chatted with him about family matters, Jiang Luo said without moving a muscle, “Master, the car you gave me yesterday, I accidentally planted it in the river. The car is still being repaired after it was salvaged, why don’t I buy you a new one?”

“It’s just a car,” Chen Pi seemed unconcerned, “if it’s broken, it’s broken.”

Jiang Luo laughed, “Master’s atmosphere.”

“What kind of atmosphere is that, Master,” Chen Pi sighed, “the one after …… you is called atmosphere.

Chen Pi never thought that his disciple would be taken up by Feng Li, nor did he think that Jiang Luo would be so successful now. It is impossible to say that he does not regret it, but he can only try his best to mend his relationship with Jiang Luo, hoping that Feng Li will not punish him so severely for Jiang Luo’s sake.

Chen Pi finally said, “I’m almost at your school, and Master is picking you up to run an errand.”

Jiang Luo : “Master, what is it?”

Chen Pi laughed loudly, “It’s a good thing! Don’t worry, you can go with Master!”

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Luo pondered for a moment and walked towards the school entrance.

As soon as Jiang Luo passed by, someone opened the door for him and warmly welcomed him into the car.

Chen Pi was a lean old man, kindly looking, so ordinary that he was no different from any old man. He looks at Jiang Luo with a smile and exclaims, “Good boy, you’ve grown into a man too.”

Jiang Luo laughed as Chen Pi mumbled to himself, not feeling embarrassed, and recited all the way to the original’s childhood.

Nothing more than childhood stories that every child would have, Jiang Luo soon hears that these are all made up by Chen Pi now.

The car walked slowly towards the city and arrived at the Feng family’s ancestral home.

The Feng family’s ancestral home is located in one of the most prosperous parts of the city. The Feng family’s ancestral home has another name in the metaphysical world, Tian Shifu. Each successive Master of Heaven would move to the ancestral home and would not leave it even if he retired.

Jiang Luo did not expect Chen Pi to lead him to Tian Shifu, and he followed Chen Pi as he lifted his steps into the Feng family’s ancestral home.