Chapter 141: Why are you wearing it?

Good shit.

Jiang Luo almost couldn't help but roll his eyes.

It's none of Jiang Luo's business whether the occult world is destroyed or exists.

Aside from snickering, Jiang Luo keenly captured the wrongness of the Fated Man.

The "he" that the Fated One speaks of is no one else but Chi You Jiang Luo.

But beyond that, it was the tone of voice of the Fated One that made Jiang Luo's life more interesting. His words to Jiang Luo have an indescribable flavor, as if they were divine, words from heaven. Distant, mysterious, and firm, one could not help but take his words as truth and do as he said.

This familiar feeling, it's exactly the same as the person behind the Mirror Worlds.

Jiang Luo's eyes darkened, then returned to their original form.

Jiang Luo has always kept the man behind the mirror world in mind.

No one likes to have the past brought back to life in a big way, and the people behind the scenes know what Jiang Luo has been through in the present and have replicated it in the world of mirrors. The fact that the dirtiest, most shameful and tattered memories have been seen by someone else simply makes Jiang Luo's hostility flourish.

From the world of the mirror until now, the Fated One has been inducing Jiang Luo to see Chi You's sinful nature, inducing Jiang Luo to kill Chi You. Jiang Luo does want to kill Chi You, wants to conquer the evil spirits and make them prostrate themselves at his feet to concede defeat, but he is extremely averse to having someone else controlling him to do such a thing.

He does things on his own terms and hates being tied down, being manipulated.

What are you, some kind of a dick, trying to bait me?

With a new grudge on top of his old one, the Fated Man has managed to rise to the top and become the one person Jiang Luo will want to get rid of the most.

Jiang Luo's heart rippled and his face froze as he stared at his nemesis, as if he had lost his own sanity.

The Fated One took him by the hand and led Jiang Luo out of the small fountain, walking slowly outside.

Jiang Luo's clothes are soaked to the skin, water slides down his pants legs, but he feels no chill. The Fated One led him away from the path, and with each step, the landscape around him was changing dramatically.

Rivers and mountains skimmed past them.

Jiang Luo sees visions flashing on both sides of the road.

From the primitive hunting period when the primitive man searching for caves, to the river map Luo book, to the birth of the innate eight trigrams and the innate eight trigrams. From royal architecture to tomb feng shui, from astronomical calendar to agricultural weather. The seniors in the world of metaphysics have experienced life and death, one generation after another, from the smallest to look at the building of the house, to the fortune of the family and the country. The flickering stars change, millions of starlight instead of the prevailing sun, abruptly unfolding above Jiang Luo's head.

Jiang Luo looked up at the sky.

The stars merged into the Taiji, and with a slight movement of silver light, the stars changed into the Bagua diagram again.

Heaven, earth, thunder and wind.

Fire, Water, Mountain, and Zephyr.

The ever-changing stars are dazzling to look at.

The scene was so shocking that Jiang Luo's neck ached as he watched it, and when he took his head back to look at the ground, he suddenly realized that he was standing in the middle of a snowy mountain.

With the majestic snow blowing through his hair, Jiang Luo looked in the direction of the Fated One, who was still leading him forward. The two men's footsteps left a thin footprint in the snow, and the next step they took, the view of the snowy mountains faded, and the hot lava with sparks of fire came pounding in.

They reached the depths of the volcano.

Searing red flames pounced fiercely, Jiang Luo closed his eyes, the predestined person led him to jump toward the magma within, abruptly fell into the deep blue sea bottom.

In just a few moments, Jiang Luo has seen the wonders and splendor of the world, from the south to the north.

Finally, the Fated One stood with him under the aurora borealis, turned back to him, and said softly, "Wouldn't it be a shame if these things were destroyed?"

When he opened his eyes again, Jiang Luo realized that he was still soaking in the small spring pool.

The Fated Man stood at the edge of the pool and spoke, "It's about time, you can come out now."

Jiang Luo pauses somewhat in a trance and slowly walks out of the fountain, changing into new clothes. And the predestined man walked back.

What kind of tactic did the Nemesis just use?

Is that still something a person can do?

His brain was bulging, like a computer that had been crammed with too much information, it was so jammed that it couldn't turn around. Jiang Luo's brain was a bit dizzy, and the words of the Fated One rang in his head over and over again, so annoying that Jiang Luo clenched his teeth and resisted.

"Only by destroying sin will all things be put to rest."

"Only you can end the disaster."

"Only you, can kill him."

Don't say it.

Shut up.

The predestined man suddenly turned back to the dark-haired youth stumbling behind him.

The dark-haired youth's eyes were lifeless as he hastily held onto the trunk of a tree. A thin layer of sweat covered his face, and underneath it, his cheeks were slightly reddened by the hot water.

The luscious brow furrowed uncomfortably, like it was covered in a layer of atomized snowflakes.

The Fates looked at him silently and turned back toward him.

Jiang Luo noticed his proximity, the weakness on his face increased, and he lifted his eyes breathlessly to look at him.

This glance was clear and light, the fluctuations in the eyes were unclear. But underneath the shell of the misty fairy, a few points of ghost-like sludge darkness is hidden underneath. The predestined person's eyes quickly skipped a point of emotion, he sighed lightly, raised his hand and gently touched the side of Jiang Luo's ear, "Meditate."

The cacophony gradually ceased.

Jiang Luo feigned discomfort and rubbed the corner of his forehead, "Fated Man ......"

The Fatalist said, "You should go back."

*

Jiang Luo returned to his place with a stomach full of questions, and was caught by Lu Youyi, who was waiting for him.

Just in time for lunch, Lu Youyi dragged him to the cafeteria, "Jiang Luo, are you feeling better from your cold?"

Jiang Luo nodded faintly, "Uh-huh."

Lu Youyi felt that there was something wrong with him, but couldn't tell where it was wrong, so he thought that he didn't want to talk because his throat was uncomfortable, and specially gave him a bowl of congee, "Drink more of this congee, it's good for your health."

Jiang Luo wanted to laugh, but held back.

There were a few more people at the dinner table, and the conversation became chirpy. Lian Xue buried herself in her meal, after hearing Zhuo Zhongqiu ask her about Lian Bing's injuries, she sighed, "My senior brother wasn't seriously injured, but those college students have still been in a coma all this time, their souls are dead in the mirror, so it is estimated that they will all live in a vegetative state from now on."

"There's nothing more that Uncle Shifu can do, he's going to try his hardest, and there's only so much he can do if he really can't be saved."

Jiang Luo suddenly asked, "They haven't gone back until now, didn't their families come?"

"I don't think we've found out anything has happened to them yet," Lian Xue said, "Li Xiao said they often go out to collect wind during winter vacation, and the family is used to it."

The Nemesis is the person behind the Mirror World, so a segment that actively tells them to look in the mirror at twelve midnight is highly suspect.

Jiang Luo didn't believe it was any coincidence, and he felt that he needed to take another look at Duanzi a few people.

After lunch, Jiang Luo asked Wenren Lian to leave the place as soon as possible.

He doesn't want to get these people involved in all this, and it's not good for Jiang Luo to soar with familiar faces around.

Wenren Lian several people did not force to stay, Wei He Taoist priest knew they were leaving, specially sent a small boy to lead them down the mountain.

Before leaving, a few people repeated the advice, "Don't forget the time of our court hearing."

Jiang Luo nodded and kept sending them out the door.

Until their backs disappeared, Jiang Luo went back to his room and prepared to make up for last night.

*

In the evening, there were two unusual guests at the "No Mundane Thoughts" place.

The boy guided the Tianshi with a cold expression and the funeral store owner to the quiet room, where Feng Li exhausted his patience after a few words with Daoist Wei He and stood up, saying, "Where is he? I'll go see him."

Wei He said the location, Feng Li did not need other people to lead the way, walked out.

Looking at the Heavenly Master's cold and handsome face, Daoist Wei He smiled sarcastically and said, "He's not in a good mood, is he?"

"Where did you see him come back here with a happy face?" The funeral store owner slowly returned, "The Lian family under the mountain is not a problem, Feng Li, if there is a place he hates the most, 70% to 80% of it is the top of this mountain. Ever since he realized that his disciple was brought to the top of the mountain by you, his face has been pulled to a scary black color."

Wei He The Taoist priest muttered, "Was it me who had to let his disciple up the mountain then? Didn't I also ......"

The rest of his words were swallowed in his stomach, and the funeral store owner treated them as if he hadn't heard them. He turned to ask, "In the past few days, has anyone else been up the mountain?"

"Zhuo Zhengyu his daughter took some of her classmates up the mountain, stayed here for the night and left," Taoist Master Wei He said absentmindedly, "Others? There's no one else."

The funeral store owner breathed a slight sigh of relief.

It looked like it delivered what he gave it.

*

Jiang Luo was still sleeping when Feng Li arrived.

He stood by the bedside and looked at Jiang Luo for a while, and after seeing that he was not hurt, he was ready to leave. But before he left, Feng Li realized that something was wrong with Jiang Luo.

His face burned red and his lips were dry. His thin eyelids were closed tightly, his dark hair snaked around his neck, the heat burned all the way up to his ears, and the youth looked pitiful as he clutched at the covers, breathing raggedly.

Feng Li hesitated for a moment and raised his hand to cover Jiang Luo's forehead, and sure enough, he had a fever.

He withdrew his hand, looked around, took the towel off to the side, stepped out, soaked it in cool water, and folded it over Jiang Luo's head.

However, after a short while, the heat on Jiang Luo's face not only did not ease, but was so hot that the cold towel was steaming. Feng Li wrinkled his eyebrows, stared at the sleeping Jiang Luo for a long time, and walked out the door.

Jiang Luo slept until his mouth was dry, and when he opened his eyes, the whole house was dark.

It was probably already past dinner time, Jiang Luo lazily turned around, but suddenly stiffened.

There was a tall figure standing at the head of the bed, and when he woke up, this person held something against Jiang Luo's lips, "Eat it."

It's Feng Li's voice.

Jiang Luo hesitated for a moment, "Sir?"

Feng Li took a step forward, his sharp face silhouetted against the darkness of the night. Something jumped from his arms to Jiang Luo's body, crying "whimper, whimper, whimper".

Jiang Luo think this thing is a little familiar, he caught in the dark to see, it is wearing a red bib ginseng doll.

The ginseng doll cried miserably, yellow teardrops rolled down like pearls from inside its eyes, and it grasped Jiang Luo's arm, crying and pampering, "Dad."

The ginseng spirit's head was missing an obvious whisker, and Jiang Luo realized what Feng Li had given him to eat. He turned his head and saw that it was indeed a ginseng whisker.

Jiang Luo ate it without hesitation and with his head down.

Hot snuff spilled over Feng Li's palm, but in a second Jiang Luo backed away.

Feng Li withdrew his hand, rubbing his fingers across his palm with a faint expression, "You're sick."

Jiang Luo pondered whether borrowing the excuse of being sick could get Feng Li to take him down the mountain, but considering that after the ginseng essence were all here, it was obvious that this excuse couldn't be achieved. He then continued to put on an act and smiled indifferently and carelessly, "Sickness is just a training for the disciple, the disciple is fine, sir, don't worry."

Feng Li noticed that something was wrong with him and his voice turned cold, "How many times have you soaked in the water of the small spring pool?"

"Twice," Jiang Luo said, "for an hour each time, and the Fates dripped blood into it."

Feng Li's aura was even more intimidating as he abruptly turned away, striding out the door, looking back at Jiang Luo before he left, "Come here."

Jiang Luo rolled over and got out of bed, bringing the ginseng essence not far behind him.

He could see that Feng Li was going to look for trouble, and his bad thoughts were bubbling up one by one, wishing that Feng Li would hurry up and fight with the Fated Man.

But can Feng Li beat the Fated Man?

The ginseng spirit was lying in Jiang Luo's arms, no one coaxed it, it finally stopped shedding tears, grabbed Jiang Luo's clothes and wanted to climb up, Jiang Luo did not stop it, and in a flash, the ginseng spirit climbed up to Jiang Luo's shoulder like a kitten.

It curtly whispered in Jiang Luo's ear, "Dad, are you still not feeling well?"

Jiang Luo is actually not sick, just cut his wrists after a large amount of blood loss plus a whole night of spring dream to get a little tired. He lost too much blood, ginseng essence even if it is a great tonic, but also can not be in a moment to replenish his blood. Jiang Luo is much better, but not completely well.

The cut on his wrist was starting to itch, though, and it should be scabbing off soon.

It was also good that for the past two days, Jiang Luo had been daydreaming about protecting this wound. On the one hand, he didn't want the Fates to realize that he was awake, and on the other hand, it was a proof of Jiang Luo's weakness, and he didn't want to show the wound to anyone at all.

Even when he lay on the podium in his dream, he was still wearing his own upper garment, guarded at the wrists, and would not take it off.

Jiang Luo would like to take a bite of ginseng essence to make up for it, but I'm afraid it's not good for the body to make up for too much, so I can only look at it sadly and watch it jump around, "okay, how?"

The little ginseng didn't have the slightest idea that its dad was even trying to bite it, and it hemmed and hawed, urging, "Daddy, open your mouth."

Jiang Luo glanced at it lazily, "Why should I open my mouth?"

The little ginseng carefully lifted up his red bib and made a gesture of wringing out his clothes, "I was careful when I just cried, the tears all cried on the bib, I wring out the water for you to drink ah, the medicine can be useful."

Jiang Luo: "......"

The little ginseng proudly said, "Dad, the tears I cry out are more useful than whiskers, if you think it's good, can you ask your master to stop plucking my whiskers in the future and use my tears instead?"

See Jiang Luo does not move, it is anxious, "really especially useful, seventy or eighty years old people drink can grow black hair it."

"...... screwed tears into my hair." Jiang Luo.

It was late in the day, but it was only a little after six o'clock in actuality. Even at the top of the mountain, where there was no entertainment, no one was going to sleep at this hour.

Feng Li had been leading Jiang Luo to Taoist Master Wei He.

The funeral parlor owner was still chattering with Taoist priest Wei He, seeing the two of them come over was a blank stare. Feng Li's complexion was deep, and his breath was low, "Where is he."

He didn't say who this "he" was, but the two people he asked knew who he was referring to. Taoist Master Wei He coughed and looked at Jiang Luo, "He doesn't live here."

Feng Li's tone was colder, "Where does he live?"

Taoist Master Wei He stammered, unable to give an answer.

Jiang Luo listened to the conversation between the two of them and felt that the funeral store owner was looking at himself carefully. He remembered the earrings, his heart moved, and his face was even more breezy, looking back without any emotion.

The funeral store owner looked at Jiang Luo's obviously washed away appearance, his heart was horrified, and his face was also brought out in a bit of shock. He raised his finger and pointed at Jiang Luo, "You you you--"

How did Jiang Luo become like this!

Seeing that Feng Li and Daoist Wei He were both looking towards him, the funeral store owner hurriedly said, "Feng Li, how did your disciple become like this! It looks even worse than the way you were once soaked in the Little Spring Pool."

Feng Li gave a laugh, "You'll have to ask him then."

Taoist Master Wei He sighed and rounded off the conversation, "Your disciple hasn't eaten yet, right? Let's go, let's go eat and have a little drink, don't scare the kid."

Feng Li doesn't move.

Taoist Master Wei He advised, "Heavenly Master, you can't find him even if you look for him now."

Feng Li finally turned his head and looked at Jiang Luo, "Hungry?"

Jiang Luo nodded.

Feng Li's anger slowed down a bit, and he glanced coldly at Daoist Wei He, "Lead the way."

Wei He Taoist Master knew in his heart that he was being relieved of his anger, he laughed bitterly twice and led the way out the door, "Go go go, go drink."

Jiang Luo intentionally fell at the end, and as expected, the funeral store owner walked and walked to him again.

The funeral store owner carefully took another look at Jiang Luo's complexion, and as he watched, all his features wrinkled together into a bitter face.

"Jiang Luo?" he called out tentatively, "Do you still want to learn psionics now?"

Jiang Luo smiled calmly, "These are all things outside the body, learning or not learning is the same."

The funeral store owner's heart was even cooler, and remembering Jiang Luo's obsession with the yin and yang ring in the past, he hurriedly said, "What about the yin and yang ring, do you still like the yin and yang ring?"

Jiang Luo paused and raised his right hand, "You mean this?"

The funeral store owner nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Luo made a gesture to remove the Yin Yang Ring, "These don't make any difference to me, if you like it, I'll give it to you."

Funeral store owner: "...... No need, no need."

Thoroughly convinced that Jiang Luo was washed up and delirious, he sighed for a long time, "Didn't you get the Dementor Pendant I sent you?"

Jiang Luo pulled out the earrings from his pocket, "Dementor Pendant? Is this it?"

The funeral store owner's eyes lit up, "Why don't you put it on?"

Jiang Luo asked rhetorically, "Why should I wear it?"

The funeral store owner was anxious, "It'll do you good to wear it."

Jiang Luo smiled softly, "I'm fine now."

He's just soft and greasy right now. It's not like the funeral store owner can just say that this will keep you from being affected by the pool water of the Tianbi Pool, because Jiang Luo has already been affected.

The funeral store owner was so worried that he gritted his teeth, "Tell me, how will you wear it?"