Chapter 217: I won't even put you down.

What people fear most is not not seeing hope, but seeing hope and then losing it again.

The predestined man who saw the true God was no longer able to hold out for 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 Fated Man's only obsession is to become a god, and he wants to kill Chi You because Chi You will kill him and prevent him from becoming a god. he doesn't really care about fame, it's just that people who have become gods throughout the ages have had a good reputation.

Yet the true God has a point.

He deceived the world, and this is the original sin. He who does not recognize his sin will probably never become a god.

If Chi You hadn't been seriously injured by him, then the Fatalist would never have considered admitting his mistake. But now that the only person who could have killed him is either dead or injured, even if the others know that they have been cheated, they can't do anything to help the Fated Man. It wouldn't be unacceptable if he could become a god by admitting his faults.

It was as if he had once said, no matter what the cost, even if he would die the next second after becoming a god, the Nemesis would be willing to do so.

Day after day of waiting, the Predator gradually made up his mind.

*

Abroad.

Chi You had swallowed so many ghosts that Jiang Luo thought he couldn't just pull the wool over the eyes of one place, and changed planes to a more famous psychic city in South America.

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

Jiang Luo's eyes were opened when he actually saw the Witches' Market.

It's mostly a shed that's been staked out as a store, where the shopkeeper casually spreads a blanket on the ground and arranges what he's selling on it, exactly like one of the most grounded vendors.

It looked bustling and ordinary, but one look at the things on their stalls, and it was clear that this was definitely not an ordinary bazaar.

Dried camel fetuses, dried toad carcasses, owl feathers, viper's teeth ...... and occasionally some dried human-like fingers, as well as various animal hearts.

Jiang Luo was dazzled by the sight, but he really did see a faint ghostly aura lingering around some of the objects.

He sidled up to Chi You and whispered in his ear, "Did you see anything good?"

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

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

The Evil Ghost scoffs at the notion of "picking up the pieces," uttering words not dissimilar to those Lu Youyi once uttered, "I need to pick up the pieces? Honey, I got money, lots of money."

Jiang Luo: "......"

The Witches' Market is a long street, and Jiang Luo and Chi You are halfway down it when the content of the street slowly changes from stores 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 once again said in a pale voice, "Oriental boy with long black hair."

There were definitely a lot of oriental people on the street, but the only oriental boy with long hair was Jiang Luo. Jiang Luo's footsteps lurched and he turned back with narrowed eyes.

The witch's face was covered with wrinkles, and her eyelids were loose and drooping, covering half of her cloudy eyes. She was staring firmly at Jiang Luo, as if she saw in him a mystery that was hard to comprehend.

"I can do a free divination for you," said the old witch slowly, "and believe me child, you had better not miss this opportunity."

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

Instead of answering him immediately, the old witch looked to Chi You and said forcefully, "He can't be by your side when I'm divining."

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

The Evil Ghost stood next to Jiang Luo with his hands in his pockets, and said in a seemingly helpless manner, "What should we do then."

The sorceress looked at him, then at Jiang Luo, and said in a knowing voice, "I only need twenty minutes of your partner's time."

The comment apparently curried favor with the evil spirit, who stepped aside to make room for them.

Jiang Luo coughed his throat, "Alright, you may speak."

The witch's age-spotted hand slowly rubbed the crystal ball, "Child, do you have questions you want to know but can't find the answers to."

Jiang Luo snaps, "Everyone has that problem, I guess."

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

Jiang Luo smiled slightly.

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

Jiang Luo The smile at the corner of his mouth abruptly stiffened, his eyes instantly cold, "What do you know?"

The witch lowered her head and looked intently at the crystal ball, "Child, look intently at the crystal ball and think of your question in your mind, if you are successful, maybe you will get the answer you want."

Jiang Luo looked at the witch critically for a long time before lowering his head to look at the transparent crystal ball. He was half-convinced, but kept repeating in his mind the words "Why did I come to this world?

When using the crystal ball divination, the person who divines can not blink. Jiang Luo's eyes were dry from watching, and after fifteen minutes, a clump of white smoke suddenly appeared in the crystal ball.

The smoke slowly spread out and covered the entire crystal ball. Jiang Luo's eyes couldn't help but stare, and in the next instant, a blurry image emerged from the smoke.

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

He saw the uncrossed him, the familiar design office, and an A who was talking to him about the job.

Party A is a middle-aged man in his thirties, plaid shirt and black pants, with ordinary looks and a somewhat timid demeanor, who is rambling on about the design requirements.

Jiang Luo felt a bit of familiarity when he saw Party A's face.

Oh, he remembered ...... it was a redundant job that had once been temporarily pushed onto his head by a colleague, asking him to design a two-story detached villa for this client. The job didn't belong to Jiang Luo, plus it was already the end of the day, Jiang Luo smiled and entertained the client, but the details of his expression were full of impatience.

At that time, he was listening to the tedious and detailed requirements of his clients, and inevitably went off on a tangent.

He has a bad habit of putting the client's words in one ear and out the other once he is in two minds. When he made a design for the client, the design was beautiful, but there was a discrepancy in the details of the client's requirements.

Party A's character is soft to put it nicely, but to put it bluntly, he is a wimp. He was obviously dissatisfied with Jiang Luo's design, but keenly saw Jiang Luo's perfunctory, did not say anything, took the design and returned home silently.

Jiang Luo see this scene can not help but wonder, how could it be the image of him and this customer, is there a follow-up on this matter?

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

The customer who spent tens of thousands of dollars to buy a design he didn't like returned home and got angrier and angrier, and in the end, he was even angry and red-eyed. He drank two bottles of beer, opened the computer and friends complained, constantly cursing Jiang Luo's design institute and Jiang Luo, and finally choked and struck the keyboard with force, said: [This hypocritical and treacherous designers, at the loss of the first time I saw him thought he was a gentle and good people, he is too good at pretending, too hypocritical!

[I'm still angry, I'm going to write a newspaper article, I'm going to write him as cannon fodder in my novel, I'm going to torture him in the book to take out my anger!!!]

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

The crystal ball's fog dissipated and the image vanished into thin air. The old witch, who had seen nothing, trailed off, "What did you see?"

Jiang Luo: "......"

He had a weird look on his face.

Jiang Luo had long wondered why there was such a coincidence that there was a cannon fodder with the same name as him in Evil Dead, a cannon fodder that also looked exactly like him.

He had thought that the only way to get an answer was from the predestined man, but he hadn't realized that this was how things turned out to be.

He's got it all coming to him?

He offended the author of Evil Dead, so he was written in by the author to be abused as cannon fodder?

......

No wonder when he watched The Evil Dead, Chi You had caught the original main character, such a small cannon fodder to be used, abusing him with all the gore he could muster. So it was because of this.

Jiang Luo's heart is suffocating.

But why did he go into the book and become a "Jiang Luo" modeled after himself?

The old witch asked again curiously. Jiang Luo shook his head with a not-so-good expression and stood up, pulling out two bills from his wallet and placing them on the old witch's table to find Chi You.

For the rest of the way, Jiang Luo was not in the mood to talk, and Chi You didn't say anything either. They returned to the hotel, but while Jiang Luo was lost in thought, Chi You left the room without realizing it.

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

His silhouette was like a life-sapping ghost, obscuring the witch's vision. The old witch raised her head hesitantly and was not much surprised to see it was him.

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

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

The evil spirit laughed softly twice, bent closer to the witch, and asked in a slow voice, "Is 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 the witch on the shoulder in a friendly manner, and turned to leave.

After the witch watched his back disappear, she immediately packed up her things and left from the alley. But just after walking into the deserted alley, she couldn't control her hands and viciously choked herself.

"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. The old witch gasped for air and, unable to heart her crystal ball, staggered to her feet and ran.

*

Jiang Luo was depressed for a while and then stopped obsessing.

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

Having figured it out, Jiang Luo was so refreshed that he wanted to show off his realization to Chi You, but when he turned his head, he realized 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 realizing it, he walked to a fountain garden.

Jiang Luo was standing by the fountain for a while when he suddenly heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw Chi You walking towards him with a rose in his hand.

Jiang Luo couldn't help but laugh, waiting in place with his arms wrapped around him, waiting until Chi You approached, and then said in a deliberately critical manner, "Just one?"

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

Jiang Luo let out a "wow" and said in an uncertain tone, "So you still picked them in the garden. I think there's a sign on the side that says there's a ten-dollar fine for picking a flower?"

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

Jiang Luo grunted and finally raised his hand to take the rose. He lowered his head and sniffed the roses, and Chi You said, "Going back?"

Jiang Luo covered the smile at the corner of his mouth with a rose and his eyes rolled around, "I'm tired, I can't walk anymore."

Finally, the evil spirit carried him out of the garden.

Jiang Luo's hand holding the rose was casually resting on Chi You's chest, and he was comfortably paralyzed on Chi You's back. The warm light of the setting sun was dim, making the deserted garden as beautiful as an oil painting.

A rare tranquility 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 little heavy."

Jiang Luo wrote the word "mountain" for himself and pressed it down on the evil spirit like a mountain on top of a mountain.

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

But while Jiang Luo vaguely regretted trying to withdraw the word spirit, Chi You slowly straightened up.

He took one step forward.

With each step, the marble on the floor made a deep footprint as he stomped on it.

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