This Damned Thirst for Survival

Chapter 186 - Seriously wounded predestined man

The power of the predestined man rushed frantically towards Jiang Luo's body. The air inside Jiang Luo's body disappeared at a similarly frightening rate.

The three words Jiang Luo wrote on the paper were "Offer Me".

He doesn't know how the predestined obtain the power to make offerings, so why not simply let the false gods make offerings to themselves?

The word spirit possesses absolute power and comes into play after the predestined person sees the three words, the predestined person is controlled and the power in his body rushes towards Jiang Luo in the form of offerings.

Jiang Luo gritted his teeth as every meridian and cell in his body was flushed with the power of the immense offering.

It hurt, immensely.

It was as if the whole bone had been crushed and reshaped, the body belonging to a human being forcibly squeezed in with a force that did not belong to a human being, a force that strongly and brutally transformed the human body into a more powerful form.

Fifteen minutes have passed since the Harmonious Charm Water, but the hosts have not broken free from the control of the word spirits and are still feeding Jiang Luo with a steady stream of offerings.

The predestined man was equally pale and his brain ached. He knew full well that he should not worship Jiang Luo, but like the others whose spirits he had put under his tongue, the predestined man could not help himself. Even emotionally inclined to follow Jiang Luo's words, he looked at him with a complex gaze of reverence and affection, but also of defensiveness and pain.

His mind was clear, and Jiang Luo seemed to him at that moment like a god or Buddha to a believer. His thoughts were divided into two parts, one struggling to escape the power of the word spirits, and one willingly offering himself to Jiang Luo.

The predestined man's power was constantly being extracted, as if a pool of spring water had opened a floor drain. The predestined man is so powerful that the more he tries to break free from the word spirit, the more air the word spirit needs to operate. Jiang Luo repeatedly experienced two kinds of pain, the pain of his body being pounded by the power of the offering and the stabbing pain from the rapidly diminishing air.

He knew he was going through an earth-shattering change, and he could only go against the current.

Three incense sticks and three more were placed on the incense burner on the table, and the smoke blurred the room. The hand of the Fatalist holding the incense trembled slightly. His heart palpitated incessantly; this was the most dangerous moment the Predestined had experienced since he had become a Pseudo-God.

Jiang Luo's psionics are surprisingly similar to the word spirits.

How could the predestined think.

Jiang Luo is sweating profusely as he braces himself against the table to stand firm.

He was tempted to pull the predestined man down to the altar in one breath before killing him, but how could the predestined man's two hundred years of power be sucked away in one gust?

Even if he could, Jiang Luo wouldn't be able to do it unless he wanted to explode on the spot.

Jiang Luo and the predestined man were each more haggard and wretched than the other. Jiang Luo was human and could not accept too many offerings from the false gods. He instinctively knew that if he absorbed any more, he was going to die from too much power.

And his air, too, is about to be drawn out.

Jiang Luo's eyes were blackened, and for a moment he felt so powerful that he was out of the realm of humanity, and for a moment he felt so vulnerable that he could be killed by a three-year-old child. His body was in a state of emergency, but the pain was making his sanity clearer.

He could feel how much power he had taken from his predestined one, and could understand what it meant to him. Jiang Luo knew instinctively how to access the power of the offering as soon as the first strands of it entered Jiang Luo's body.

It's like a mountain with no way out, just give it a head start and the rest of the way will be natural to know how to go.

Before the air runs out, Jiang Luo shakes the yin and yang ring on his wrist with great force.

Four movements lead to the Underworld, and he shakes it four times in a row.

After shaking the Yin-Yang ring, Jiang Luo's air was also used up. Jiang Luo staggered out of the room without looking at the host.

The host fell abruptly into a chair, his lips losing their blood, his fingers blue and weak, his whole being as tired and weak as if he had been seriously injured.

But the fact is that Jiang Luo has taken almost half of the power of the Fatalist. The chain reaction to the sudden loss of power in the Fate's body is no better than a serious injury.

Even as he watched Jiang Luo go out, the predestined could not immediately follow him.

The predestined hand propped up his forehead, his breathing faint. His sleeved robe covered his face, and cold sweat at his temples moistened his white hair.

He hadn't been as wretched as he was today for a long, long time.

But even more wretched is the fact that the word spirits have lost their effect, but there is still a slight ripple of feeling for Jiang Luo from the hosts.

Complicated as it is, the Predestined has never raised such a biased sensibility towards anyone. Even Feng Li or Ji Yaozi, whom he treats as equal beings.

It was several minutes before the Cebuano's swollen brain regained some clarity. He whispered, "Lian-ol."

Half a minute later, Daoist Master Wei He hurried over, "Do you have an order, Sutra?"

"Do everything you can to bring Jiang Luo back as soon as possible," said the Fatalist, his eyes closed in exhaustion and his face, already covered in snow, was as lifeless as a layer of ice, "Go."

Wei He Daoist immediately turned to leave.

Jiang Luo stumbled on his feet and left the Mundane Numinous before the predestined could react.

The sun's rays were so strong that he was dizzy. Just when Jiang Luo thought he couldn't hold on, he fell headlong into the cold embrace of another person.

Jiang Luo smelled Chi You, and he sighed with relief, saying with difficulty before falling into unconsciousness, "Take me away. Block the taps ...... don't let the fatalist ...... recover ......"

Having said that, he fell into complete darkness.

......

After an unknown period of time, Jiang Luo slowly regained consciousness.

"Tick, tick, tick."

The sound of water was the first to reach his ears.

Jiang Luo does not rush to open his eyes, but calms his breathing, pretending to be asleep as he judges his surroundings. The air was damp and somewhat cool. His body was weak, and the pain in his internal organs that seemed to be shifting had eased a lot, and the air still had not recovered.

Jiang Luo must have been in a coma for a day, judging by the degree of physical recovery.

The bed is soft beneath him, and Jiang Luo's nostrils smell of blood and the faintest hint of sweet, cloying wine.

More information came into his mind through his five senses.

The sound of dripping water was suddenly joined by a low hum.

Jiang Luo's ears twitched and he instantly woke up to the fact that it was Chi You.

He slowly opened his eyes.

It looks like a subterranean cell, I don't know where it is. The humidity is so thick that it is like being in a stalactite cave. The door is iron, there are no windows, the door is closed and all that is left is a bed beneath Jiang Luo, except for the four walls.

Jiang Luo finished surveying his surroundings and looked towards the door.

The evil spirit is sitting on the sofa by the door and is humming with his eyes closed, he is holding a glass of red wine, which is swirling in his glass. The evil spirit's smile is raised high, as if he has met something happy.

Jiang Luo looked at him for a moment, trying to sit up but not having the strength to do so, and he coughed gently in his throat.

How there is a rusty taste in the throat too.

The evil spirit took a sip of red wine and the humming stopped abruptly as he opened his eyes to look at Jiang Luo.

Chi You's dark eyes had a little more red spilling out of their depths, adding a touch of treachery and danger.

Jiang Luo sensed that something was wrong with his state and he said dryly and hoarsely, "So the four-movement-led spectre is you?"

Chi You suddenly laughed, "I didn't think there was anything in this world that could summon me."

He let go of his hand and the glass in his hand abruptly smashed to the floor in a glass crumb. The evil spirit stood up and walked step by step to the bedside. He looks down at Jiang Luo for a few seconds, and the smile on his face slowly fades to a blank expression.

"Let me think about what I'm going to ask of you."

Jiang Luo's eyelids fluttered as the four motions to draw in the underworld functioned to attract the most powerful evil spirits for Jiang Luo, who would do one thing for Jiang Luo, but after the deed was done, Jiang Luo had to fulfil one of the evil spirits' demands.

Chi You, with this tone and state of mind, knew at first glance that nothing good was going to come out of it, and that he should not be allowed to make his request now. Jiang Luo hurriedly changed the subject and said, "How is the Predestined Man? I have taken away almost half of his consecrated power, you should quickly bring his followers under control so that he cannot acquire new consecration, as long as he cannot accept the consecration, his power will not be restored."

And with half of his power lost, the difficulty of killing the predestined man plummeted by a large margin.

Jiang Luo was pondering the details, but then heard Chi You say, "I almost killed him."

Jiang Luo was startled, and he looked up at Chi You incredulously.

Chi You curled his lips towards him, "How could I let the Fatal Man go when he was weakened to such an extent? It advanced my plans, but it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he hadn't run fast at the end, he would have been a corpse by now."

When he finished, he ran his cool fingers across the corner of Jiang Luo's forehead, almost giving him the creeps, "Speaking of which, it's all your fault."

A day earlier, when Jiang Luo had fallen unconscious into Chi You's arms, Chi You had been seized with a momentary rage and a frenzy of murderous intent.

He held Jiang Luo's sliding body, his fingers shaking with rage.

There are also some afterthoughts that he doesn't understand himself.

Madness overruled reason and the evil spirit held Jiang Luo, making sure he had only passed out, before finding the culprit who had left Jiang Luo in this state.

With the No Mundane Nenya completely destroyed by him, and the Fatal Man in his weakened state, he was soon defeated and severely wounded by Chi You, who escaped in the nick of time.

Chi You gazed then at the spot where the predestined man had disappeared and shook the blood off his hands.

When the next time comes, he will make the predestined beg for death.

Jiang Luo could tell from the look on Chi You's face that he was telling the truth.

Did the Fatalist really almost get killed?

He woke up in a trance, and the Predestined, from whom he had taken half his power, had been seriously injured by Chi You. With Chi You in control of another half of the Predestined's followers, they were in a sure win situation.

Is this real? He wasn't dreaming.

Jiang Luo's body began to hurt again just as he finished his thought. Jiang Luo's body curled up and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Sticky blood flowed from the side of his mouth and down the side of the bed on the floor.

"Tick, tick, tick", it turns out that the sound of water is the sound of his blood dripping, and it turns out that the smell of blood is coming from here.

It hurts, Jiang Luo thought in a blur.

The blood was wiped from his mouth and Jiang Luo was abruptly lifted up with a blanket. The pain was so intense that Jiang Luo's breathing was ragged, so intense that even his consciousness was close to blank numbness.

But the pain came and went so suddenly that Jiang Luo felt it ebbing away as Chi You held him and opened the metal door.

The taste of blood in his throat is strong and Jiang Luo looks up and sees Chi You's neck and lower jaw through his painfully unfocused vision. The evil spirit's jaw was cold and hard, its lips taut and haunted.

Jiang Luo's coughing blood had soaked the shirt on his collar as well. He looked down at himself sluggishly and realised that the clothes he was wearing were long gone from the previous outfit. This meant that he had probably experienced this kind of blood vomiting many times during his unconsciousness.

Absorbing so much consecration power with his human body at once, his body could not bear it. Although the offering power was transforming his body, it was also damaging his body at the same time. If he dies first because he can't bear the power before the transformation is successful ......

Jiang Luo's heart sank.

The smell of blood was stronger outside the door, bringing Jiang Luo back to his senses for a few moments, and his breath caught as he glanced down the corridor.

On either side of the corridor, dozens of men were hung up by ropes. Their hands were raised above their heads, their bodies were covered in wounds and they were tortured to death. Blood and water left their bodies and filled the gutters in the corners of both walls.

These people are men and women, old and young. Among them, there are a dozen faces that Jiang Luo finds familiar.

Wei He, Lian Xue, Lian Bing, Lian Qiang, and a few Disciples from the No Mundane Thoughts Office ......

All of them are company families.