Chapter 218: Spirit Trap

Jiang Luo was safely carried back to the hotel.

In the evening, he cleaned the vase in the bathroom, stared at the delicate roses for a moment, and slowly walked out with them.

Chi You is outside, standing by the pool.

Jiang Luo looked at him for a moment, always feeling that she could see a few inconspicuous and subtle annoyances in his back.

He thought, he knew why Chi You was upset.

Jiang Luo walks over with two bottles of wine, "Have a drink?"

The evil spirit looked back, raised an eyebrow and gave a smile, "Thank you."

With the wine in his throat, Jiang Luo couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking?"

The evil spirit said quietly, "I wonder what your world would be like."

Jiang Luo shrugged, "Seriously, I advise you not to be curious about it, because it's really boring. If I were to rate it, I'd only have the word boring."

The evil spirit asked gently, "So you want to go back?"

Jiang Luo : "I am alone in that world."

He didn't answer directly to the demon's words, but it seemed as if he did. However, Chi You wanted to hear a clearer answer.

He asked again, "Do you want to go back?"

Jiang Luo rolled his eyes and wanted to just say "No, why would I want to go back to that world where there is nothing?" But he pondered for a moment, always felt that this sentence is not enough to show his speaking skills, not enough ...... romance.

After hearing the evil spirit's words "I won't put you down", Jiang Luo was shaken to the core, and the shock of those words still lingers in his heart. In fact, the words themselves are ordinary, nothing special, not lyrical or emotional enough, but the person who said them is Chi You.

It's the evil spirit Chi You.

......

Unbelievable.

It's more unbelievable than an evil spirit destroying the metaphysical world.

In short, Jiang Luo felt he could not lose.

He also wanted to say a word of love to shock back. But he couldn't say anything too disgusting, and he couldn't read anything too ordinary. However, at this moment, Jiang Luo had a sudden flash of insight.

He even said it faster with his mouth than his brain, "I always thought I was unlucky, but now I realize you're a little more unlucky than I am, Chi You."

The evil spirit murmured, "Why do you say that?"

Jiang Luo said, "Because your partner is me, and we're going to be together for the rest of our lives."

Jiang Luo: "......"

...... grass.

Ah.

He said something.

The evil spirit pretended to come to a realization, and in the next moment he laughed out mockingly as he touched the beer bottle in Jiang Luo's hand, "Then you're going to have even more bad luck."

Jiang Luo felt his face heat up with embarrassment. But still, pretending as if nothing had happened, he shamelessly took his own words, "Why?"

"Because this mate of yours," the evil spirit raised his hand, his ice-like fingers caressing Jiang Luo's cheek as creepily as if a spider were crawling, and he bent down, his dark eyes resembling skinned monsters in the abyss, "will never let you have a chance to leave him. "

Jiang Luo tsk-tsk-tsk, "You're terrible, Chi You."

With that, he took a sip of his wine and said with a smirk, "Let's see who's a bit more unlucky then."

Chi You slowly straightened up, her irritated heart settling for a moment, "Good."

Jiang Luo let himself get drunk in an indulgent way, and when he woke up the next day, he remembered the witch again. Jiang Luo then realized that he had left it too easy, he should have checked the witch's background.

But when he rushes to the Witch Market, Jiang Luo realizes that the old witch is no longer there.

He was full of suspicion and couldn't find anyone, so he had to stop.

*

Half a month passed by, and when Chi You had recovered half of his body, Jiang Luo was reluctant to go back to China.

He bought a lot of gifts, and when he left the country, he only carried a bag, but when he came back, he pulled back a suitcase. Jiang Luo went straight to the Research Bureau to find a friend, and handed out the gifts one by one.

For thanking Sai Liaoer and Hei Wuchang for their help, Jiang Luo specially prepared four gifts for Sai Liaoer, "These two are for you, and the other two are for Hei, which you can give to him sometime."

Sai Liaoer accepted the gift with surprise, "Thanks, Jiang."

Jiang Luo's spirit is different when he comes back from his trip, thinner and more upright, Sai Liaoer thinks Jiang Luo looks more handsome.

Wen Renlian and Ge Zhu cautiously moved in next to each other, the two of them insisted on saying hello every day, morning, noon, and night for the past half-month while Jiang Luo was gone, just wanting to try to get Jiang Luo to forgive them quickly and make up with them.

"Did you go out without sunscreen?" Wen Renlian coughed his throat, extremely meticulous concern, "It seems to have darkened some, don't get sunburned."

Jiang Luo flashed a smile at him, "Never got sunscreen at all, that stuff is too troublesome. Anyway, the sun doesn't kill me, so let it be."

"How was it?" Zhuo Zhongqiu hooked Jiang Luo's shoulders from behind, winked at him ambiguously, and deliberately aggravated his voice, "Are you and Chi You ...... two people?"

Jiang Luo, facing this group of single dogs, was not half panicked, but instead had a faint sense of pride. He smiled and said lightly, "It's cool."

Ye Xun nearly spurted out a mouthful of water, his ears instantly red.

Kuang Zheng also silently blushed and moved back without any trace.

Lu Youyi asked enthusiastically, "What's so cool about it? Why don't you bring me along next time?"

Jiang Luo's face stiffened and he looked at him as if he were a fool. The others immediately did not hold back and laughed.

Wenren Lian endured a laugh and said, "Thirsty? I'll go get you a glass of water."

Jiang Luo : "...... kinda."

Wenren even attentively went to pour water for him.

Jiang Luo couldn't help but curl his lips and drew back his chair to sit down. Ge Zhu sat sardonically with his share of the gift and said without words, "Jiang Luo, do you still remember old brother Ning Xiu?"

"That name sounds familiar," Jiang Luo subconsciously looked to Lu Youyi, "Do I know this person?"

Lu Youyi squeezes his eyes, "You forgot about Hotel 129! The severed head ghost we brought back, the one who kicked his head like a soccer ball."

Ye Xun added faintly, "Ancient scholar, a severed ghost who only loves hair."

Jiang Luo suddenly realized, "I remember. Wasn't it kept in the school? What happened?"

"The ginseng essence made friends with it. Didn't you give the Ginseng Essence to me to raise before? After it got to know Broken Head Ghost, Broken Head Ghost took the initiative to take over my task, and Ginseng Essence is now being raised by it," Ge Zhu wiped his sweat, "The two of them exchange ideas on how to protect the hair and ginseng whiskers together every day."

Jiang Luo couldn't help but think about it. He touched his thick black hair, always felt that the broken head ghost will raise ginseng essence is also because of greedy ginseng essence tears effect. He mused, "Don't say, the tears of ginseng essence are really powerful in nourishing and developing hair ......"

Jiang Luo even had a hunch.

If sold to the public, the tears of the ginseng spirit would be worth more than his peace talisman.

Although Jiang Luo had a lot of money, it was human nature to love money. He was somewhat foolishly tempted to sell the ginseng spirit's tears, but after thinking about the ginseng spirit's tearful appearance, he sadly gave up.

"By the way, has Black heard anything yet?" Jiang Luo looked to Sai Liaoer.

Sai Liaoer shook his head, "Last night, Black went to the hell to look for them again, but he didn't find any. He said that there are too many ghosts and that it will take a while."

Jiang Luo subconsciously looked at Lu Youyi.

Lu Youyi did not show a sad expression, he seemed to have gotten used to being disappointed over and over again. Previously still green face did not know from when to become resolute, he instead smiled and said, "There is no hurry, Brother Black can take his time to find. We're going to fight the predestined man anyway ......"

He shrugged, incredibly optimistic, "It might not be better to bring Teng Bi back to life after the fight against the Fated Man."

Jiang Luo couldn't help but smile and gave him a thumbs up, "You're right."

Outside the office, Wenren Lian, who had returned from the pantry, walked up to Qi Ye, who was standing by the door, and asked in wonder, "Why don't you go in?"

Qi Ye took one last look around the office and shook his head in silence, sidling up and whispering, "I'm going to the training room."

He turned to leave.

Wenren Lian looked at his thin back, sighed softly, and walked through the door.

*

After relaxing and chatting with his friends for a while, Jiang Luo gets down to work.

The big names in the metaphysical world have always had the help of the state to keep an eye on them, and the Dazhao Temple, which has been under key surveillance, is even more of a place where not a single mosquito can escape. In addition to the Fated Man, Ji Yaozi and Feng Li were also under surveillance by Jiang Luo.

The two of them, being the sons of the predestined man, must not be taken lightly.

During the half month of traveling, Jiang Luo did not let go of the progress on this side. He quickly went through the information and pulled up the surveillance videos from the past half a month, observing the changes in the predestined person's demeanor.

If you look at him day by day, you will never notice any change in the Fated Man. He reads, waters, and talks to Master Cheng De every day, and he is simply at ease and enjoying himself.

But when half a month's worth of volume is viewed together, one can see in the details the hidden impatience of the predestined.

"We asked the experts to watch it frame by frame, and through the analysis of his demeanor and micro-expressions, the experts' analysis is that he's starting to get impatient," Wen Renlian stood behind Jiang Luo, placing the experts' judging documents in front of Jiang Luo, he said with satisfaction, "Our opponent can no longer be stabilized."

Jiang Luo said, "That's to be expected."

He turned off the passing video and pulled up the surveillance footage of the Da Zhao Temple at the moment.

The Fated One is still waiting in the midst of his temple and is gazing wordlessly at the incense burner.

Jiang Luo looked and suddenly smiled.

He asked softly, "Winker, do you know what makes word spirits better than speech spirits?"

Wenren Lian didn't know what he meant by asking this suddenly, and asked smoothly down the line, "Where?"

"While speech spirits are more convenient than word spirits, there are times when they are not as flexible and stealthy, nor do they have the time-delayed effects of word spirits."

A word spirit can hide, but a speech spirit cannot remain silent.

Jiang Luo laughed, "For example, when a person writes all over the four walls of a room and everything within eyesight that no one else can detect, someone who is being hinted at by the word spirit will have no idea that their consciousness and mind are slowly being eaten away and controlled by the word spirit."

He leaned back and crossed his arms in front of him, squinting at his nemesis on the screen.

Through the Fated Man, Jiang Luo sees the "God" characters he wrote on the temple walls, doors, floor tiles, and incense burners the night he left.

He used up a good portion of his air to leave this one cage that locks up the predestined.

That's why he was so tired that he couldn't help but fall asleep on the plane.

Is it true that word spirits are no match for speech spirits?

Jiang Luo's eyes overflowed with laughter.

It's not.

The Fates had told him the answer.

Even the pseudo-gods had managed to be subliminally influenced over the course of half a month.