You're a dead man.

The black fog wrapped around the driver from head to toe, and when the fog cleared, the driver's strange face changed into the handsome appearance of an evil spirit.

Exactly Chi You.

Jiang Luo took a drag on his cigarette, his eyes narrowed slightly, a smile flickered from the corner of his mouth. The smoke obscured his smile, and the evil spirits did not realize it.

As early as yesterday, when Chi You knocked on his bathroom door during the "drowning", Jiang Luo had guessed that Chi You would show up in the near future. He had wanted to lure Chi You out, but he didn't expect Chi You to come to him so soon.

Maybe tonight, he'll be able to open the Yin Yang Ring.

Jiang Luo deliberately frowned and said in disgust, "Why you again."

Such a look made the evil spirit laugh silently.

On Jiang Luo's unearthly face, the expression of disgust has a colorful beauty, and the more horrified and disgusted he is, the more the evil spirit has a delightful, brutal desire to indulge him.

The sedan drove smoothly down the late night road.

There were fewer cars at night than in the daytime, and the suited and booted Ghost was as skillful as a real chauffeur, with textbook speeds except for his overly attractive appearance.

"Wasn't it Jiang who said he wanted to see me?"

The evil spirit said slowly.

He was wearing the clothes Jiang Luo had burned earlier. The black suit had not a single crease, and it was immaculately tailored from the legs to the cuffs, too perfect to be a ghost. The ruby-red cufflinks shimmered with a dark light, the pin on the bowtie resembled the shape of a rose, and there was an understated silver pattern that appeared and disappeared on the suit like a rising tide between his movements.

He was all dressed up as if he was on a big death date.

Even Jiang Luo, who has turned black, has to admit that the appearance of the Evil Ghost is extremely deceptive, and that there are a lot of unknown mysteries in him, which attracts a lot of inquisition, but if one is not careful, it will make the inquirer die without a burial place.

Jiang Luo, however, does not appreciate such charm now. After all, the only word that remains for him is "abomination".

"Chi You," Jiang Luo, "can't you even understand a lie?"

The evil spirit laughed, his pale fingers tapping the steering wheel in a good mood, "I heard you seemed intent on drowning last night for me."

"Is it too easy to die like this?"

Jiang Luo pulled his lips and asked rhetorically, "Then what kind of death would be considered uncomplicated?"

The smile took on a provocative tone, the tails of his eyes raking over the well-dressed evil spirit as if in derision, "Killed without a word, like you?"

A sense of confrontation erupted in the cramped car as the music in the car skipped to the next song.

The fiercely lithe opening of the music is high, and the climactic playing of "Who Killed the Mockingbird" closes in on the increasing speed of the car, making it seem as if it were on the road to hell.

The dark-haired youth looked out the window at the rapidly passing scenery, his eyes growing brighter and brighter. The dim streetlight hit the dark-haired youth's face for a split second, reflecting the curved corners of his lips from between his eyebrows to the high bridge of his nose.

The Evil Ghost braced himself on the steering wheel and looked at him sideways, imploring, "You look like you're having fun."

The evil spirit lengthened his tone, "Is it because of the destruction of my puppet, or because of the death I am about to bestow upon it?"

Jiang Luo finished the last mouthful of cigarette, pressed the cigarette out and lazily said, "If you want to die, then die, why are you so talkative."

Evil Ghost: "You're not afraid?"

"Fear is fear, but ......"

Jiang Luo looked at the drawbridge in front of him, a flash in his eyes, he suddenly rose up, dryly and neatly rolled over and pressed down on the evil ghost in the driver's seat. His movements were smooth and flowing, his eyes seemed to have thousands of stars flashing, Jiang Luo grabbed the collar of the evil ghost, pulled the evil ghost to himself, and said with a smile, "It's worth it to be able to pull you along with me to die."

The Evil Ghost was yanked to his feet by his tie, and two pairs of eyes, equally tinged with madness, locked, noses to noses, and the Evil Ghost said curiously, "How so?"

Jiang Luo pulled his lips, pressed his hands against the evil spirit's hands, and covered his whole body over the evil spirit's body. One of his legs went down, past the Evil Ghost's tight thighs, the bends of his knees, and his calves, and he stepped on the gas with precision.

Without hesitation, he pushed the gas to the floor.

The performance sedan scurried off like an arrow, its steering wheel scrambled, and headed straight for the river below the drawbridge.

With such a fast speed, it was easy to stimulate a man's adrenaline. Jiang Luo pressed down on the evil spirit as if he was crushing death underneath him as he laughed freely, "Surprised?"

The vehicle went straight into the river.

The car's alarms were piercingly loud, the river bottom was dark and dirty, the water was pouring into the car so fast that the doors were being held down by the pressure of the water on the outside and could no longer be opened.

Watching himself get trapped in the car wasn't a good feeling, and the evil spirit that had followed Jiang Luo into the river was silent for a few seconds, murmuring and sighing, "You always have a lot of surprises in store for me."

The river flooded half of the Evil Ghost's and Jiang Luo's bodies, turning the Evil Ghost's flashy gown into a complete mess of sludge-like fabric. The Evil Ghost raised his hand and easily broke free of Jiang Luo's restraints, not caring about the river water that was about to drown him, but instead, he wrapped his backhand around Jiang Luo and pulled him into his arms, using his arms to hold Jiang Luo captive in a situation of certain death.

The evil spirit laughed with interest, "Let me see what else you can do."

Jiang Luo's cheek was forced to press against the Evil Ghost's chest, and the cold dark gold buttons on the Evil Ghost's suit pressed against the side of his face. This single movement of the Evil Ghost meant that Jiang Luo had lost his last way out.

But if it was impossible to open the Yin Yang Ring, this retreat was not to be desired.

The river had already filled the car most of the way, almost up to Jiang Luo's chin.

Jiang Luo pulled up a smile and also nonchalantly hugged the evil ghost, as if he wanted to die with the evil ghost.

One man and one ghost embrace in the cold, watery car, thoughts of letting the other die constantly warring. The embrace is dangerous, bloody, and decidedly not half as warm.

Soon the muddy river flooded over Jiang Luo's head and over the bridge of the evil spirit's nose.

Naturally, the evil spirit would not die, and the current would not bother him in any way, as he lowered his head and looked at the long-haired young man in his arms with his hair flowing.

The black-haired youth's white face was pressed against his chest, a perfect mix of voluptuousness and arrogance between her brows, and even now, she didn't show the slightest hint of retreat.

Although this suicidal retaliation by the dark-haired youth looked foolish in his eyes, the evil spirit still hooked his lips and slowly and methodically entwined a strand of Jiang Luo's black hair.

He was vaguely looking forward to what other surprises the dark-haired youth could bring him?

Jiang Luo is in a semi-conscious state.

Suffocation, chest tightness, Jiang Luo ignores these sensations and pools his attention on the yin and yang rings.

All sorts of noisy thoughts switched around, leaving only one last thought that gradually became clear and firm - he had to become stronger.

The mysterious feeling returns. In the dim water, the yin-yang ring on Jiang Luo's right hand glows with a faint golden light.

The black-haired youth's heartbeat rose and fell more and more slowly, and the vitality gradually disappeared from him.

The amusement in the evil spirit's eyes turned into regret as he let go of Jiang Luo's hair and turned to pinch Jiang Luo's neck.

The Evil Ghost's palm slowly exerted force, it was a shame, he had wanted to play with Jiang Luo slowly, making the black-haired youth keep crying out in despair. But Jiang Luo fell to his own impulses, and to make sure he got Jiang Luo's life, the evil spirit had to do it before he died.

The palms of his hands gradually tightened, and a layer of grayish death gradually covered the face of the beautiful lifeless black-haired youth.

The smile of disappointment at the corner of the evil spirit's mouth, which was false and cold, the disappointment quickly turned into disinterest, and the evil spirit's eyes turned cold as if he had thrown away a toy that was no longer fun to play with.

But his tightened palm was abruptly gripped by another hand.

Jiang Luo suddenly opened his eyes, his bright dark eyes looked straight at the evil ghost, his crimson mouth curved up as if he was a water ghost, and he coldly made a gag towards the evil ghost.

The evil spirits recognized the words, Jiang Luo was saying, "You're dead."