This Damned Thirst for Survival-Chapter 222: Leave

Chapter 222 - Leave

The predestined fled as fast as they could, with Jiang Luo in hot pursuit.

Jiang Luo mocked as he gave chase, "Fatalist, look at the mess you're in, like a dog in the water, what are you afraid of?"

"Didn't you want to become a god? How come you're gone?"

Jiang Luo watched the back of the predestined man, his gaze vaguely aimed at the location of the predestined man's heart.

The dagger in his hand flashed with the sharpness reflected on the body of the golden dragon.

"A man dies without a heart."

Jiang Luo decided to take Hei Wuchang's reminder in its simplest sense.

The predestined man is a "man", and as long as he is a man, his heart is his vitals.

His gaze grew stern.

At a time like this, not a second can be wasted, and Jiang Luo will not hesitate to drive a dagger through the chest cavity of his predecessor once he has the chance.

As if sensing the crisis coming from behind him, the Fatalist's speed grew faster and faster. But when the fatalist fled out of the temple gate, he abruptly stopped.

The entire Jokhang Temple was clear and cold, without a single monk in sight. But before the eyes of the fatalist there were eight men gathered around him in unison.

From Lu Youyi, with his Teng Bi sword, to Qi Ye, who has no spirit, all faces are serious and ready to go.

These men did not pose a threat to the fatalists, but the reason the fatalists did not move was because they were standing in a delicate formation with the spell formation under their feet.

Once the predestined man steps in, it takes time to get out. But as soon as the predestined man is held up for a few seconds, Jiang Luo will be able to catch up.

This looks like the path to certain death.

But the predestined man calmed down instantly, and turned to smile at Jiang Luo as he rushed out.

"Two hundred years," said the Host, his voice hoarse, his vocal cords damaged but still able to make a sound, "two hundred years and I have not killed any of them."

Jiang Luo's eyelids suddenly jumped and he was the first to make a move to stop the predestined man.

But he was a step too late.

The predestined man reached out his hand, his fingers clenched slightly into claws, and with a lightning-fast grip he strangled the nearest Ge Zhu, saying with a sigh, "But today, if I don't kill someone, they will have to come and kill me."

His hopes of becoming a god were dashed, and he was deceived to the core. It was as if killing or not killing didn't matter.

The anger and despair that had risen for so long in the fatal man were woven into the coldness of his nature.

He broke Ge Zhu's limbs to prevent Ge Zhu from escaping. He then grabbed Ge Zhu and sped off down the hill.

The formation was broken by him so forcefully that Lu Youyi exclaimed in disbelief, " Ge Zhu --!"

The Fates used Ge Zhu's life to get Jiang Luo to back down.

Ge Zhu, in his hands, would have been a life-saving card that would have allowed him to successfully escape.

Jiang Luo's pupils constricted, his excellent eyesight allowing him to see the image of the Fatalist twisting Ge Zhu's hands and feet. He watched as the Fatalist grabbed Ge Zhu and walked away, watched the strange curves of Ge Zhu's arms and legs, and with a bang, Jiang Luo was furious.

A monstrous rage burned red in his eyes.

But the angrier he became, the calmer he became. Jiang Luo pursed his lips tightly as he quickly caught up with the predestined man.

The predestined man has run out of Jokhang Temple.

Ge Zhu's breathing is getting weaker as he moves faster and faster. Ge Zhu's grey eyes are open as he looks at the roof of Jokhang Temple and the cascading branches of the trees as they rush past.

The sharp pain came from every part of his body and the friction between half of his body and the ground had dragged blood all the way down.

The sky was dull and cloudy, making the day as grey as the night. The grey clouds moved slowly through them and for a moment, Ge Zhu felt like a child again.

When he was a young monk, he used to look up at the sky like this, curious about everything.

At that time, his side of the world was the size of Jokhang Temple, and he was always surrounded by the same innocent Ge Wuchen, come rain or shine.

He and Ge Wuchen were the only brothers in the group of orphans adopted by Jokhang Temple.

Ge Zhu's eyes are out of focus and in his trance he can hear the ragged sound of his own breathing and can see his friends coming after him.

One can feel the constant flow of life.

Did Ge Wuchen ever suffer like this, he thought?

Did he suffer as much as he does now when he was forced to betray Jokhang Temple and take the blame for his father's and teacher's murder?

Anyway, Ge Zhu is feeling the pain.

It was more painful than when he was once about to be beaten to death by Ge Wuchen, tears and blood running down his face together.

" Ge Zhu!!!"

Ge Wuchen's broken and extremely angry voice rang out in front of him.

A moment of sharp desperation pulled Ge Zhu back to consciousness.

The predestined man stopped in his tracks.

Behind them were Feng Li and Ji Yaozi, who were supposed to be in Tian Shifu.

The moment he saw Feng Li and Ji Yaozi, the Predestined's pupils tightened and his hands tightened violently.

Ge Zhu's eyes bulge out and he makes a hard "ho ho" sound.

Ji Yaozi looked incredulously at Ge Zhu and then at the predestined man.

What did he see?

The Fatalist has actually hurt someone!

Ge Wuchen's eyes were red and bloodshot, and, overcome with rage, he roared forward. The Fatalist knew that Ge Zhu's life might be a threat to Jiang Luo, but not to Chi You's men. He threw Ge Zhu straight at Ge Wuchen and then quickly rushed towards Liao Si and the Flower Beavers.

Liao Si gave a short bark as the flowering beaver stepped forward to block him. Paws across his chest, eyes as fierce as beasts under the mask of a fox.

The blood containing the power of consecration heavenly grasps all kinds of evil things. The Fatal Man squeezed out the blood from his fingers and flung it on the body of the Flower Beaver. Easily, the flower beaver was corroded into heavy wounds and prostrated in pain where the blood splashed.

The fox mask fell away and a large chunk of flesh and blood had been corroded off the lower half of the fox-like face of the flower beaver.

With no one in front of him, Liao Si took a few steps back with a frightened look in his eyes, but fortunately the Fate did not care about him, but went straight to Ji Yaozi and Feng Li and led them on their way down.

Liao Si, relieved, rolled and crawled to the beaver's side, carrying the corner of his coat and scrambling to wipe the blood from his body.

Ji Yaozi does not want to go down with the fatalist.

The Fates should have been ambushed and were in a hurry to escape. The more Ji Yaozi thought about it, the more strange it seemed to him that he had to take them with him in such a crisis. His white hair was dishevelled and blood was splattered all over his face and body, and he was not at all the transcendent man he used to be.

Ji Yaozi stumbled at his tug and subconsciously took a few steps with him.

He looked at the back of the predestined man with a complicated gaze.

How much of the Predestined's protection of them at this moment is truly because they are his children?

Feng Li follows the predestined man in the same silence.

The Fatalist's tone was cold, "Didn't I tell you to stay in Tian Shifu?"

"The Fatalist ......" Ji Yaozi's voice was dry, "You-"

"Where are you trying to run to, predestined man?"

In an interested tone, Ji Yaozi's words were cut off.

A suit-clad villain walked slowly and deliberately from the head of the road, a perfect smile on his pale face, as calmly as if he had never been wounded.

Liao Si's eyes glowed as if she had seen a lifeline, "Master!"

The Fatalist's heart sank repeatedly until now, when he finally had the feeling that he might die here. His eyes changed unpredictably as he looked deeply at Chi You, "I can't believe you're not dead."

The evil spirit laughed lightly twice and said, as if in truth, "I have always had good luck."

The Fates let go of Feng Li and Ji Yaozi and held them back unnoticed, a condensation in their eyes.

With a wolf in front of him and a tiger at his back, it would not be easy for him to run away.

Not to mention the escape with Ji Yaozi, which was even less easy.

Just as the fatalist was focusing most of his attention on the evil spirit, a gust of wind came from behind and Ji Yaozi watched as a dagger sunk hard into the fatalist's heart.

The blood of the fatalist splattered on Ji Yaozi's face. Ji Yaozi stiffened, raised his hand to stop it, and forced it down. He couldn't tell what was going through his mind.

The paths are different.

Even extremely unfilially, Ji Yaozi's heart, although empty and feeling grief, was vaguely relieved.

He had guessed that this day would come, but he had not expected that the death of the predestined man would come so close to him.

Without blinking, Jiang Luo pulled the dagger out and sent it down again viciously. Most of the splattered blood stained his face half red. Jiang Luo was like a demon as he grinned, scarlet sticky blood dripping down his graceful chin, "Fatalist, I kill you."

The fatalist slowly turned his head.

Blood continued to spill from his mouth, but the fatalist's eyes became gentle as ever as he looked at Jiang Luo and said softly, "Jiang Luo, do you know why you are in this world?"

Jiang Luo sent the dagger further in his hand, his smile flamboyant and striking, "Sorry, I'm not interested."

"I brought you into this world," said the Predestined One, but he was unconcerned and said to himself, "Everyone in this world is in the Predestined One, including me. But I found a difference in the 'you' of this world, a connection between Jiang Luo and you. And once I summoned you through this connection, you wandered away from the predestination of this world. This is what brought you to this world."

The fatalist suddenly grabbed Jiang Luo's left hand.

The red mole on the back of Jiang Luo's left hand is as red as the juice of a broken rose.

The Fate's fingers rubbed gently over the red mole, his pale eyes fixed on Jiang Luo, "But now, you pose a threat to me. So it is time for you to go back to your world."

With a single movement of his finger, the predestined man magically erased the red mole on Jiang Luo's hand.

He said, "Leave."