Chapter 9: Suppressor

Jiang Luo clutched his beer bottle and jabbed at the sound.

Instead, his hand was clutched by another.

Chi You smiled and said, "There's no rush."

"We've got a long time ahead of us."

......

Jiang Luo's eyes snapped open at dawn.

His eyes slowly moved from the left to the right. The table was on the right side, the door handle was on the left side, Jiang Luo looked sideways at the window, the right handle, the auspicious golden light outside the window was faintly visible.

Wake up.

Instead, he sank steeply and sat up grimly from the bed.

The sheet and bedspread were stained with sweat in the form of a human-sized wet block, and the shirt on Jiang Luo's back was already half-soaked. He pushed open the balcony door with an expressionless face and stood on the balcony in the thick morning dew and looked around.

Birds chirped and a sparrow flew up to the railing, clutching the guardrail with two thin claws.

The slender white hand grabbed the bird violently, Jiang Luo's eyes shaded as he clutched the bird to himself, the corner of his mouth pulling up a cold smile, "It's you, isn't it?"

His hand slowly tightened, and Sparrow's dark, lightless eyes stared at him in silence. Jiang Luo's hand grew tighter and tighter, but when he reached the limit, he suddenly relaxed his hand.

"Eighteen times," Jiang Luo muttered to himself, his smile widening as he looked Sparrow in the eye, "Chi You, you've killed me eighteen times."

Jiang Luo's last death came when he risked his life to pull Chi You off the balcony, leaving Chi You to take the lead over him and fall into a puddle.

"Did you have fun dying?" He gritted his teeth and whispered in Chi You's ear.

A bloodied Chi You chuckled, "Ah, not as good as you look when you're dead."

Exactly eighteen times, and he killed Chi You once.

The fury within Jiang Luo's eyes surged and rippled as he gently stroked Sparrow's head and smiled, "What's the point of killing one of your little puppets."

He whispered, "How can this be."

It doesn't fucking hurt you.

Jiang Luo let go of his hand and returned to the house with a cold face.

The anger in his heart and the hostility after experiencing eighteen deaths were almost ready to burst out, Chi You Chi You Chi You Chi You, what he originally wanted was to help Chi You find the black hand behind the scene, which was also a way of repaying the original body for the mistakes it had made. But now, I'm sorry, he only has one thought at this time - he wants to kill Chi You.

He absolutely, positively had to kill Chi You.

The aftermath of the dream still lingers on Jiang Luo's body, making him suspect that the room is haunted and even harbors the remnants of Chi You's spirit.

He threw everything in the room related to Chi You in the center of the living room, smashed the cups Chi You used, threw away the clothes Chi You wore like garbage, and he found the black suit Chi You wore in the dream in the closet.

Jiang Luo laughed coldly and threw the black suit at the top of the garbage pile, lighting the fire with his lighter.

A pile of expensive fabrics burned up in an instant, and the flames were about to reach the roof. Jiang Luo drew out a cigarette and lit the tip with fire.

Sparks flickered as Jiang Luo stood by the fire, his expression dark and uncertain as he took a drag on his cigarette and watched coldly as the flames spread from his clothing to the floor.

The alarm burned anxiously.

Sofas, wood cabinets, coffee tables, decorations.

A mess.

Destroying Chi You's belongings didn't improve Jiang Luo's mood one bit. He stood before the blazing fire and opened the door to retreat just as it was about to hurt him.

It didn't take long for someone to arrive in a hurry with a hose.

They were followed by their classmates, who came in their own clothes, all seven of them. The first thing they saw was Jiang Luo in a shirt, covered in smoke.

Jiang Luo was still barefoot and in a sorry state, the ends of his hair a little burnt, but by and large he was unharmed.

Wenren Lian took the lead in removing the cloak he was wearing and covering Jiang Luo's body, putting away his smile, "Let's go to my place first."

Kuang Zheng found a pair of rubber boots from the downstairs utility room and silently placed them next to Jiang Luo.

The teachers lived not far from the students, but in several buildings. Chi You's room was unoccupied, which is why it took so long for the fire to be discovered.

After going downstairs, Jiang Luo looked back.

Thick black smoke was coming out of Chi You's window and the fire had been extinguished.

Jiang Luo coldly pulled up his lips and buried his head towards the student dormitory.

When he arrived at the student dormitory, he realized that Lu Youyi had been wrong about the fifty square feet; the student dormitory wasn't as big as Chi You's room, but it was still about eighty square feet. As a single apartment, this place was more than enough, and slightly richer.

Wenren Lian's dormitory was simply furnished, and as the group sat in the living room, Jiang Luo borrowed a pair of clothes and went to take a shower; in the mirror in the bathroom, he saw a bit of blood on his brow.

He instantly remembered the slit on his hand pecked by a sparrow, the drop of blood, presumably his blood that Chi You had manipulated the sparrow to take.

Is this the way to lure him into a dream?

Jiang Luo wipes the blood off his head, his eyes terrified, he takes a deep breath to calm down and quickly organizes himself.

When he came out again, the people sitting outside had already started to discuss the fire. Seeing Jiang Luo come out, Lu Youyi took the lead and asked, "Jiang Luo, why did your place suddenly catch fire?"

Jiang Luo wiped his hair while calmly walking over to sit down, "The room was on fire when I got up."

Lu Youyi frowned, "It's so strange, could it be that your cigarette didn't press and started the fire?"

Zhuo Zhongqiu said, "Lu Youyi, how can you be so stupid, don't you see?"

She looked at Jiang Luo's brow, "When I saw him just now, blood dripped from his seal, and the color of the blood was dark, it should contain a few points of corpse qi, suppressing the living person's anger, Jiang Luo was dragged into the dream world."

The Zhuo family emphasizes the dual cultivation of the soul and body, Zhuo Zhongqiu's sense of the spiritual body is much more sensitive than that of ordinary people, she could see the vaguely entangled Yin Qi on Jiang Luo's body, but she could not see the source of this evil aura: "Jiang Luo, what did you dream of?"

Jiang Luo slowly grasped the towel and sucked away the water droplets at the end of his hair, his eyes were deep, and he suddenly smiled brightly.

"I met Chi You," he said softly, "and he ......"

With a sudden pause in his speech, Jiang Luo slowly straightened up, his eyes darting between the people.

Lu Youyi, Ye Xun, Zhuo Zhongqiu, Ge Zhu.

Kuang Zheng, Wenren Lian, and an unfamiliar blonde foreigner named Sai Liaoer.

He met their eyes and found nothing wrong with them.

Jiang Luo looked toward the balcony again.

The balcony windows and doors were closed and no sparrows or other animals survived.

Chi You wasn't supposed to be here, but his puppet soul refining method gave Jiang Luo, who had just been punked once, a feeling of great annoyance.

"What happened to him?" Ye Xun asked curiously.

"I dreamed of him last night," Jiang Luo retracted his eyes and leaned back, quietly saying, "He said that he was very lonely down there ...... he was alone and always wanted me to spend more time with him. He also confessed to me once again, and the dream I had was also very strange, eighteen dreams in a row, each dream was an image of spending time with him."

"Together we accomplished the most intimate thing in the world." He killed Chi You, and Chi You killed him.

"A lot of exciting and profound dates together." Fire, drowning, hanging, falling from a height.

"There were times when I almost couldn't tell dream from reality."

Jiang Luo suddenly smiled, "In one dream, he and I were standing on a high building, and he told me that if I jumped, I would be relieved, and I would never have any more worries in my future life."

He looked around when he finished and froze, "Why do you all have such hard expressions."

"Evil ghosts are evil ghosts, even Chi You turned into an evil ghost is still of this demeanor." Zhuo Zhongqiu said in a deep voice.

Ge Zhu frowned, "Eighteen layer dream, this is also ......"

"Doesn't that mean laying down a killer," Zhuo Zhongqiu snorted, "relieving your worries and forgetting your sorrows? It's still the same thing. What a piece of shit, I originally thought Chi You was still saved, but now it seems that he's already stubborn. Eighteen dreams, those who are not strong-willed can't even fucking wake up, look at that fire, Jiang Luo woke up one step later, what will be waiting for him?"

I'm just afraid I'm going to be sleeping for a long time.

Zhuo Zhongqiu cursed, suddenly stood up and stared sharply at Jiang Luo, "You'd better wake up."

Jiang Luo said, "I can't stop him from coming to me."

This sentence in the ears of the crowd is like a sophistry, a study of metaphysics, after being pulled into the dream by the evil spirits do not know the way to crack? This is like an ignorant girl who doesn't allow her to fall in love early but wants to fall in love early, stepping into the vortex of scum with one foot, and not lying in a professional manner.

Ye Xun added faintly, "Jiang Luo's credits are only three points."

"......"

A choking sense of silence struck.

Ye Xun added, "After Chi You's death, he doesn't even care about some of the most basic things anymore. Letting him decipher the dream after seeing Chi You? It's not bad if he can wake up in time."

Kuang Zheng shook his head, "This won't work."

Several hateful gazes were thrown at Jiang Luo, Wen Renlian tried, "Jiang Luo, when you saw Chi You in your dream, did you feel happy?"

Jiang Luo pulled up a smile, "Happy, happy."

"But don't worry, I won't go with him so soon," Jiang Luo smiled, "I told you, I will avenge Chi You and find out the murderer who killed him."

"I want to be strong," Jiang Luo murmured, slowly opening her hand and looking down at her palm, "Without my powers, I can't do anything."

The sense of urgency that had previously forced him to become stronger grew stronger and stronger, blended with Jiang Luo's masculine anger.

Jiang Luo reclenched his hand.

He'd also love to give Chi You a taste of what it's like to die eighteen times in one night.

*

Jiang Luo doesn't waste a second and goes to class with his classmates after eating.

The Natural Sciences and Social Studies program is divided into a number of categories, roughly Mountain, Medicine, Numerology, Divination, and Phrenology. This morning's was the talisman class.

Jiang Luo rummaged through the original owner's memories in his head and managed to turn up nothing useful.

The teacher of the talisman class was an old gentleman, also wearing a Taoist robe, looking very serious and not easy to approach.

Jiang Luo sat in the original master's place, the materials for writing the talisman had already been set up on the table. Yellow paper, red paper, brushes, ink, ink slabs, and dharma seals.

Ink should be added to some of the herbs to drive away evil spirits, permeated with a medicinal flavor, the brush engraved with an ancient charm carving, look at some years.

People have arrived, the old gentleman said, "Today come to learn the charm is not easy, half of the people can become the old man will be satisfied, if you feel overwhelmed, not to force to write, to break the pen in time to protect yourselves, you can understand?"

Ge Zhu said, "Old sir, we understand, please."

The old gentleman sank his heart, his mouth recited endlessly, and after reciting the incantations before drawing the talisman in order, he gazed at his mind and put it on the tip of the pen, and drew on the yellow talisman in a single stroke.

After a talisman was drawn, a vague sweat had appeared on the old gentleman's face. He put down the brush and breathed a long sigh of relief. Jiang Luo surprisingly saw a light-colored golden light flashed above the talisman paper, and then a closer look, the line above the talisman paper is smooth and beautiful, the handwriting as if it were alive, submerged dragons and tigers, and the aura faintly overflowed from it.

Jiang Luo was unfamiliar with the idea of seeing someone write a talisman for the first time, but miraculously, he memorized it without looking at it for a few moments.

Lu Youyi, who was next to him, said miserably, "Why is this suppression talisman so difficult, I definitely can't draw it."

Jiang Luo turned around and asked, "Suppression talisman?"

"There are various types of talismans, divided into suppression talismans, invocation talismans, healing talismans, etc., and this is the Dao suppression talisman, which can drive away demons and suppress evil."

Jiang Luo's smile deepened, "Interesting."

If only I could town Chi You.

"It's useless even if it's interesting, we can't write it," Lu Youyi sighed, "To make talismans, you need to use your qi, but one's qi is very limited. For a talisman with complex and powerful symbols like this, most people run out of air halfway through writing it, so if they force themselves to write it again, they will only hurt themselves."

But Jiang Luo always had the feeling that he could draw it easily. After listening to Lu Youyi, he couldn't help but wonder if he was overthinking it, "What would happen if he ran out of air and forced himself to write?"

Lu Youyi replied seriously, "It would probably turn off."

Jiang Luo: "......"

Breathlessly, he returned to his seat, lifted his pen, and stared.

Jiang Luo puts the brush on top of the yellow talisman and tries to recite the incantation like the old gentleman, but unfortunately, he can't recite a single incantation.

So put down the pen again, open the talisman books, one by one after comparing to find the incantation to be recited, he gulped and recited a few times, the old gentleman who was making his rounds among the students saw his movements here, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, hating the iron and not being able to say, "The children can't be taught."

Ge Zhu glanced sideways at Jiang Luo and couldn't help but sigh, so he simply went forward, intending to instruct Jiang Luo on how to write charms.

Jiang Luo just put down the book, he read the incantation well and was about to pick up the pen again, when he suddenly thought, drawing talismans need to raise the air, what is this air?

Sai Liaoer, the foreigner sitting on Jiang Luo's left, also looks worried, grasping the brush as rustily as chopsticks and smearing ink all over his face. Seeing Jiang Luo frozen in front of the table, he gave him a big heartless smile and said with a thick accent: "Are you okay? It's okay, I don't know how to do it, neither does anyone else."

Jiang Luo, however, is not willing to do so.

He always has to have some means to be strong against Chi You.

An experience as defenseless as last night's, he never wanted to go through that again.

Strong anger and unwillingness from the bottom of his heart, Jiang Luo took a deep breath, so no longer explore how to mention the air, did not hesitate to drop the brush.

From the first stroke, Jiang Luo's whole body and mind were devoted to the talisman. Every part of this suppression talisman, the shaking of the brush and the hiding of the sharp edge was mastered in his mind, and Jiang Luo concentrated on it, without any mistake or pause, and drew it all the way to the end.

But after Jiang Luo finished writing it, something didn't seem right. The old man had been sweating slightly after writing a talisman, but he was so refreshed after writing it that it was as simple as drawing a drawing with his hands.

Truth be told, the pattern of the runes wasn't much harder than the drawings.

Jiang Luo thought he had failed, put down his pen and looked up, but Ge Zhu was standing in front of his table, staring at the talisman paper on the table, his eyes almost glaring out.

"Jiang, Jiang Luo," he faltered, "Do you, do you sell, do you sell charms?"