This Damned Thirst for Survival

Chapter 217 - I won't even put you down

One's greatest fear is not that one will not see hope, but that one will see it and then lose it once again.

The predestined who have seen the true God are no longer able to last another two hundred years.

Every day he would come to the temple and wait for the True God to come again, constantly recalling what the True God had said. As time passed, the predestined man began to falter.

The only obsession of the Fated One is to become a god, and because Chi You will kill him to stop him from becoming a god, that is why he wants to kill Chi You. He doesn't really care about vanity, it's just that from time immemorial those who become gods have had a good reputation.

Yet there is truth in what the true God says.

He deceived the world, and this was the original sin. He who does not confess his sins will most likely never become a god.

If Chi You hadn't been seriously injured by him, then the Fatalist would not have considered admitting his mistake. But now that the only person who could have killed him was either dead or wounded, even if the others knew they had been tricked, there was nothing the Fatalist could do. It would not be unacceptable to become a god by admitting one's faults.

As he once said, no matter what the cost, even if he dies the next second after becoming a god, the predestined man is willing to do so.

Day after day of waiting, the fatalist gradually makes up his mind.

*

Abroad.

Jiang Luo decided that he couldn't catch a ghost in one place, so he changed planes and went to one of the more famous psychic cities in South America.

The city has always been known for its weirdness and is home to the world's largest witch market. Countless witches, astrologers and fortune tellers gather here to sell all sorts of weird and wonderful things.

Jiang Luo's eyes were opened when he actually saw the witches' market.

It is mostly a hut that is propped up as a shop, where the shopkeeper casually spreads a blanket on the floor and arranges the items for sale on the blanket, exactly like the most grounded of hawkers.

It looks lively and ordinary, but one look at the things on their stalls tells me that this is definitely not an ordinary bazaar.

Dried camel foetuses, dried toad carcasses, owl feathers, viper's teeth ...... interspersed with some human-like dried fingers, and various animal hearts.

Jiang Luo was dazzled, but he did see a faint ghostly aura lingering on some of the objects.

He sidled up to Chi You and said, "Did you see anything good?"

The evil spirit looked around with great interest, and in the same way whispered back in Jiang Luo's ear, "No."

"Keep your eyes open," Jiang Luo exhorts, "and you'd better pick up some slack."

The evil spirit scoffed at the idea of "picking up", saying something not dissimilar to what Lu Youyi once said, "I need to pick up? Honey, I have money, lots of money."

Jiang Luo: "......"

The Witch's Market is a long street, and Jiang Luo and Chi You are halfway down it when the content slowly changes from shops to divination.

As they passed a black-hatted witch who was divining with a crystal ball, the witch suddenly called out to them, "Hey, those two Orientals."

Jiang Luo had thought it wasn't calling them, but the witch said again in a pale voice, "The oriental boy with long black hair."

There are definitely a lot of Oriental people on the street, but Jiang Luo is the only Oriental boy with long hair. Jiang Luo paused in his steps, narrowed his eyes and turned back.

The witch's face is streaked with wrinkles, her eyelids sagging and drooping, covering half of her cloudy eyes. She is staring intently at Jiang Luo, as if she sees in him a mystery that is difficult to understand.

"I can divine for you once for free," said the old witch slowly, "trust me child, you better not miss this opportunity."

Jiang Luo, who considered himself a respectful man, walked briskly to the witch's table and sat down, "What do you wish to divine for me?"

The old witch did not answer him immediately, but looked to Chi You and said forcefully, "He cannot be by your side when I divine."

Jiang Luo turned back gleefully, " Chi You, you're disliked."

The evil spirit stood next to Jiang Luo with his hands in his pockets and said, seemingly helplessly, "What should I do then?"

The witch looked at him, then at Jiang Luo, and said with understanding, "I only need twenty minutes of your mate."

This comment apparently pleased the evil spirits, who stepped aside to make room for them.

Jiang Luo coughed his throat, "Okay, you can talk now."

The witch's old-fashioned hand slowly rubbed the crystal ball, "My child, do you have a question you want to know but cannot find the answer to?"

Jiang Luo plays the taiji, "Everyone has this kind of problem, right?"

"But yours is particularly different." The witch said.

Jiang Luo smiles faintly.

The old witch gave him a deep look, "I have been divining people here for thirty years, and this is the first time I have seen someone like you. I can't see through your origins, but my crystal ball can. Don't you want to know where you came from?"

The smile on Jiang Luo's lips stiffened abruptly and his eyes instantly went cold, "What do you know?"

The witch lowered her head and looked intently into the crystal ball, "Look intently into the crystal ball, child, and think of your question in your mind, and if you succeed, you may get the answer you want."

Jiang Luo looked at the witch critically for a long time before lowering his head and looking into the transparent crystal ball. He was half convinced, but kept repeating in his mind the words "why am I in this world".

When using the crystal ball for divination, the diviner is not allowed to blink. Jiang Luo's eyes were dry from watching, and fifteen minutes later, a cloud of white smoke suddenly appeared in the crystal ball.

The smoke slowly fogged up and covered the entire crystal ball. Jiang Luo's eyes were frozen, and in the next instant, a blurred image emerged from the smoke.

The moment he saw the image, Jiang Luo's pupils suddenly tightened.

He saw him without crossing, a familiar design house, and a party who was talking to him about the job.

The first party is a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a checkered shirt and black trousers, ordinary looking and somewhat timid, who is rambling on about the design requirements.

Jiang Luo felt a little familiar when he saw A's face.

Oh, he remembered ...... it was a redundant job that had been temporarily thrust upon him by a colleague to design a two-storey detached villa for this client. The job didn't belong to Jiang Luo, plus it was after work, so Jiang Luo entertained the client with a smile, but the details of his expression were all impatient.

At the time, he was inevitably distracted by listening to the tedious and detailed demands of his clients.

He has a bad habit of double-mindedly taking the client's words in and out of his ears. By the time the design was produced for the client, it was beautiful, but not as detailed as the client wanted.

The character of the first party is soft, to put it nicely, but to put it bluntly, he is a wimp. He was clearly dissatisfied with Jiang Luo's design, but he could see Jiang Luo's perfunctory nature and did not say anything, taking the design home in silence.

Jiang Luo saw this scene and wondered how it could be him and this client, was there a follow-up to this?

As if knowing what he was thinking, another image changed within the crystal ball.

The client, who had spent tens of thousands of dollars on a design he didn't like, returned home and became more and more angry. He drank two beers, turned on his computer and complained to a friend, cursing Jiang Luo's design house and Jiang Luo, and finally choked up and pounded on his keyboard, saying: [This hypocritical and treacherous designer, the first time I saw him I thought he was a nice and gentle person, he is too good at pretending, too hypocritical!

I'm going to write a newspaper article, I'm going to put him in my novel as cannon fodder, I'm going to torture him in the book to take it out!

Three big exclamation marks drifted past Jiang Luo's eyes.

The fog of the crystal ball lifted and the image disappeared into thin air. The old witch, who had seen nothing, asked after her, "What did you see?"

Jiang Luo: "......"

He had a weird look on his face.

Jiang Luo has long wondered why there is a cannon fodder with the same name as him in The Evil Dead by coincidence, and this one looks exactly like him.

He had thought that the only way to get an answer was from the predestined people, but he had not expected things to turn out that way.

Is it all his own doing?

He offended the author of The Evil Dead, so he was written in as cannon fodder for the author to abuse?

......

No wonder when he watched "Evil Dead", Chi You was so desperate to catch the original protagonist as a little used cannon fodder to abuse him with all the bloodshed. So that's why.

Jiang Luo's heart is full of frustration.

But why did he wear into the book and become " Jiang Luo" after himself?

The old witch asked again, curiously. Jiang Luo shook his head with a not-so-good expression, stood up and took two notes out of his wallet and placed them on the old witch's table, finding Chi You.

The rest of the way, Jiang Luo was in no mood to talk and Chi You said nothing either. They returned to the hotel, but while Jiang Luo was lost in thought, Chi You unknowingly left the room again.

The evil spirit returned to the witch's divination stall.

His silhouette was like a ghost of a man who was trying to hide the witch from view. The old witch looked up hesitantly, but was not much surprised to see it was him.

The evil spirit looked down on the witch, "What did he see?"

The witch shook her head slowly, "I don't know."

The evil spirit laughed lightly twice, bent close to the witch and asked in a slow voice, "Was he able to go back?"

The old witch still said, "I don't know."

The evil spirit paused and slowly straightened up. He gave the old witch a dark look in his eyes, reached out and patted her on the shoulder in a friendly manner and turned to leave.

After watching his back disappear, the witch immediately gathered her things and left through the alley. But just as she stepped into the deserted alley, she couldn't control her hands and strangled herself fiercely.

"Ho ho ho ......"

As she was about to strangle herself to death, the crystal ball in her bag suddenly exploded and the witch's hand regained control. Gasping for breath, the old witch stumbled to her feet and ran away, too late to feel sorry for her crystal ball.

*

Jiang Luo was depressed for a while and then stopped dwelling on it.

No matter how he had crossed over, coming to this world was an established fact, and since it was something that had already happened, there was no need to think much about it.

Jiang Luo was so refreshed that he wanted to show off his insights to Chi You, but when he turned his head, he found that Chi You was not in the room.

Where are the people?

Jiang Luo frowns and walks out of the hotel to look for Chi You. But he has no idea where Chi You is, and his search turns into a leisurely stroll.

Without realising it, he came to a fountain garden.

Jiang Luo is standing by the fountain, lost in thought, when he suddenly hears footsteps behind him. He turns around and sees Chi You walking towards him with a rose in his hand.

Jiang Luo couldn't help but smile, waiting in place with his arms clasped, waiting for Chi You to approach and saying, deliberately and provocatively, "Just one?"

Chi You said, "This is the most beautiful one in the whole garden."

Jiang Luo gave a "wow" and said in an uncertain tone, "So you picked them in the garden after all. I thought there was a sign on the side that said a fine of ten dollars for each flower picked?"

Chi You said slowly, "It's already been paid for."

Jiang Luo grunted and finally lifted his hand to take the rose. He looked down and sniffed the rose, its scent pungent, and Chi You said, "Back?"

Jiang Luo covers the corners of his mouth with a rose and his eyes roll, "I'm tired, I can't walk anymore."

Finally, the evil spirit carried him out of the garden on his back.

Jiang Luo's hand with the rose rests casually on Chi You's chest, resting comfortably on Chi You's back. The warm light of the sunset makes the deserted garden look as beautiful as an oil painting.

A rare peace surrounded them and time seemed to slow down.

Jiang Luo suddenly asked, "Don't you have anything to say?"

The evil spirit said, "You're a bit heavy."

Jiang Luo laughed coldly and wrote the word "mountain" for himself, pressing down on the evil spirit like a tarzan.

The evil spirit's spine was instantly bent and his knees almost fell to the ground.

But while Jiang Luo vaguely regrets wanting to withdraw the word spirit, Chi You slowly straightens up.

He took one step forward.

With each step, the marble on the floor is trampled with a deep footprint.

"But no matter how heavy it is," said the evil spirit, "I will not put you down."