This Damned Thirst for Survival

The relationship between Longquan and the evil spirits is like a moth to a flame, Chi You will die nine times out of ten, or if he is lucky enough, he may avoid death and only get a serious injury.

Watching Chi You jump off the Longquan was a real relief for the fatalists, but with it came an unspoken complication.

The Fatalist knows that Jiang Luo is very special to Chi You, but he also believes that the chances of Chi You giving up his life to save Jiang Luo are only 30%.

He had no idea that Chi You could go to such lengths for Jiang Luo.

The Fatalist was slightly out of his depth, but he forgot that there was another living dead man on the shore who was no match for him. Caught unawares, the Cebuano was poked through the chest by Teng Bi. The Fatalist looked down at the large blade running through his chest, looked up at Teng Bi without a care in the world, and suddenly smiled.

Teng Bi looked at him warily and pulled his greatsword out to make another attempt when the Fatalist said coldly, "You are his last chance."

The Fatalist finished and looked deeply into the pool. He had done what he had to do and there was no need to stay any longer. The next second, the Fatalist left the body of this god.

The corpse in the Republican coat suddenly lost consciousness and fell backwards. Teng Bi, startled, immediately poked the body several times with his knife to make sure it was as dead as it could be.

Chi You now looks terrifyingly out of shape, his body smouldering with corrosive smoke, and the two arms holding Jiang Luo have turned white with bone. Teng Bi is about to ask him how Jiang Luo is doing when he notices Chi You\'s slow, stiff movements.

Teng Bi saw his trembling hands, and a terrible suspicion suddenly came to him, a suspicion that sent chills through his body.

His eyes moved to Jiang Luo and he said carefully, " Jiang Luo ?"

But it is only when he calls out that Teng Bi realises that his voice is dry and shaky, and that some kind of invisible terror is rapidly filling the cave.

There was no reaction from the dark-haired youth lying on the ground.

Teng Bi\'s heart skipped a beat and he raised his voice in a feigned relief, " Jiang Luo ."

There is still a silent silence.

The silence was overwhelming, a furious storm pressing against the surface of the plane, a violent drop in the chest, a difficulty in breathing, a kind of suffocation from lack of oxygen.

Chi You\'s whole body was on fire as he looked calmly at Jiang Luo, his hands turning white and bony as he pressed hard on Jiang Luo\'s chest.

Jiang Luo\'s eyes are closed, and he looks as calm as if he has fallen asleep. Droplets of water roll down the side of his face and drip onto the bones of Chi You\'s hand, bringing another smouldering burn.

His body trembled with the movements of Chi You, but his chest still did not rise or fall.

The rotting flesh of Chi You\'s body fell on Jiang Luo\'s body, piece by piece. One or two presses were useless, and Chi You pressed faster and faster.

Suddenly, Chi You strangles Jiang Luo\'s face with great force, leaving several bruises on the side of Jiang Luo\'s face as the evil spirit leans down to pass his breath.

The smell of blood was strong and choking, but the evil spirits were frantically pumping air into him, and Jiang Luo was still unresponsive.

He couldn\'t feel anything, no pain, no breathing.

Jiang Luo is dead.

Chi You\'s entire body was a bloody mess, blood dripping from his body onto Jiang Luo\'s. Jiang Luo\'s body grew cold, colder than a badly wounded and dying evil spirit.

A near-collapse of madness rages beneath the surface.

Chi You lifted his head from Jiang Luo\'s lips and Teng Bi seemed to see Chi You\'s body shaking as the evil spirit commanded in a low, muffled voice, " Jiang Luo, speak."

But how could a dead man give him a reaction.

The evil spirit\'s voice became violent as he roared low, "Speak!"

He suddenly squeezes Jiang Luo\'s cheeks like a madman and forces him to open his mouth, snarling and roaring for Jiang Luo to open his mouth and speak. The evil spirit\'s tone is tinged with fear and dread as his grip on Jiang Luo\'s hand becomes increasingly unstable.

Chi You suddenly felt a strong sense of powerlessness.

He had killed many people in his life and suffered many tortures. But he had never saved anyone, and never suffered as much as he did today.

The dual physical and psychological pain scraped Chi You\'s flesh like a knife in a crucifixion.

Let Chi You be, until now, in darkness before your eyes.

He knew Jiang Luo was dead the moment he jumped into the Longquan and held him in his arms through the excruciating pain.

He holds Jiang Luo in his arms, his calmness crumbling a little, but Chi You is still silent, a silence that twists and turns, hiding the pain that is about to break him.

Chi You suddenly felt a deep-seated hatred for the man in his arms, and he couldn\'t control himself as he grabbed Jiang Luo\'s neck, wanting to call him up and kill him and eat him with his own hands.

His words were wrapped in blood and gut-wrenching hatred, "If you die, I will make this world a hell."

"Everyone will die."

Gently, he stroked the side of Jiang Luo\'s face with the bones of his hand. His hand still hurts now, but Chi You\'s movements are still soft and lingering, the opposite of the coldness in his tone, "I\'ll kill everyone."

Jiang Luo sleeping quietly.

"Including your friends, everyone you care about, everything you like," Chi You said to yourself, "but how about if you wake up, I\'ll grant you what you asked for before?"

Jiang Luo did not seem too happy with his words and still did not give Chi You an answer.

You\'re so stubborn, Chi You think.

He suddenly laughed twice and then stopped abruptly.

The hatred and anger in his heart mingled, growing wildly, and Chi You felt a pain that truly overwhelmed him, a pain so great that Chi You almost thought he was dead once more.

"You tried to make me suffer, but failed," Chi You said, "and now you\'ve succeeded."

Jiang Luo has come back with a vengeance, in a way that will make Chi You suffer.

The air seems to freeze as the evil spirit holds Jiang Luo in his arms. The silence is uncomfortable and Teng Bi suddenly lifts his legs and staggers up to the evil spirit and Jiang Luo.

Chi You, who is holding Jiang Luo, does not look at him, he seems to be a real stone, his injuries almost put him on the verge of dissipating at any moment, but he does not have the slightest idea of saving himself.

He could not accept the fact that Jiang Luo had died.

Teng Bi stumbled to one knee and supported himself with his large sword resident, after stabilizing himself he suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, "Master, I can save Jiang Luo ......"

The evil spirit snapped at him, its eyes about to be turned into two bloody holes seeping with terror.

Teng Bi\'s face began to turn blue at some point, his lips darkening as he looked directly into the evil spirit\'s eyes and strained for breath, " Li Sha\'s bite on me was poisoned in a wound that had just flared up ...... Master, I can save Jiang Luo . "

He spoke with increasing difficulty, but still said, word by word, "I am a living dead man who has left his last breath of life, and if he gives it to Jiang Luo, he will live."

Teng Bi does not say what happens to himself when he is given the living breath, but a living dead man without the living breath will of course become a dead man.

After seeing Jiang Luo die, Teng Bi had been thinking about this solution. He was tempted to just give Jiang Luo the breath, but there was some inexplicable hesitation in his mind, it was so strange, as if he couldn\'t part with anything.

But after discovering that he had been poisoned, Teng Bi made up his mind to do just that.

The chances of a living dead person appearing are slim. The breath is buried in Teng Bi\'s heart, sustaining it, and all he needs to do is feed it to Jiang Luo along with his blood. Teng Bi believed that Jiang Luo was different and that he would be able to use this breath to become a living dead man.

Li Sha\'s poison is powerful, but it\'s not that Teng Bi can\'t cure it, but he has long seen Jiang Luo as his friend, and ......

Suddenly he thought of Lu Youyi.

Teng Bi thinks silently.

Jiang Luo would have been devastated if he had died.

But it would be different if it were him who died.

He was a traitor to Lu Youyi, and the death of a traitor does not require sadness.

Teng Bi was relieved to have said this, but also a little disappointed.

He didn\'t know why he was so despondent; as a living dead man, he should have lived long enough.

The evil spirit stared at him with a deadly stare, and after a few seconds he asked in a mute voice, "What do you want."

Teng Bi lowered his head and, after a long moment, shook it.

The evil spirit said, "I will do what I once promised you."

Teng Bi nods sluggishly.

The poison was getting worse and worse, slowing Teng Bi\'s brain to a crawl. Without saying a word, Teng Bi forced the gas from his heart into his arm and took the knife and slashed his wrist, causing blood to spurt out.

The living breath reaches from the heart to the wrist and Teng Bi raises his hand to Jiang Luo\'s lips. The evil spirit peels open Jiang Luo\'s mouth and watches as a coagulated mass of blood falls into Jiang Luo\'s mouth.

After this breath, Teng Bi loses all his strength and falls to the ground, the poison on his face spreading fast, Teng Bi gasping for breath, greedy for a few more seconds, trying to see if Jiang Luo will wake up or not.

One second, two seconds ...... Jiang Luo slowly opened his eyes as Teng Bi\'s eyes began to lapse.

He didn\'t know what had happened before, and looked blankly at Teng Bi, whose face was covered in a pool of blood, and said dumbly, " Teng Bi?"

Live.

Teng Bi barely grinned as a sudden, strong wave of reluctance rose up in him. With his last shaky breath, Teng Bi handed Jiang Luo the big knife, suddenly regretting it a little.

It is not that he regretted saving Jiang Luo, but that he did not see Lu Youyi one last time to say sorry to him, which he should have done.

He shook his head when his regretful master asked him what he wanted.

Teng Bi\'s eyes were losing focus, his vitality was fading, but he persisted: "Friend, give him this. Help me with another word."

Teng Bi\'s body is rapidly decaying.

But his eyes are still so silent and focused, unafraid of death and with a lingering love for the living. It was as if he had turned into the most carefree stage of a dead ghost, always ready to rush straight up for his friends without fear of anything.

"Sorry, Happy New Year."

"If ...... forget ......"

The light was gone from Teng Bi\'s eyes, which were wide and grey, and he was not breathing.