(NOT MTL) This Damned Thirst for Survival

Chapter 1 (Revised)

As Jiang Luo opened his eyes, a dark, dense horde of people filled his vision, all crying out with mourning.

They were dressed in black funerary wear, the backs of their heads turned to him. In this strange atmosphere, Jiang Luo paused and turned his head in all directions, looking about. However, as soon as he moved, the masses in front of him abruptly stopped their crying, swiftly turning their heads to look back at him. Black pupils brimming with resentment protruded from their heads like fish eyes–"Why aren't you crying?"

Jiang Luo thought that this dream was quite interesting, he smiled, squeezed a tear out, and using his fingers he plucked it from his eye to show them, "Look, I'm crying."

The ones who were fixated on watching him withdrew their eyes, turned back around, and continued to cry. "Wawawa, wawa." The pulse of their weeping was eerily rhythmic.

Outside it was likely drizzling, as the wind and the rain obfuscated the time of day. Moisture poured in through the window, and a faint white mist filled the room.

Someone arrived at his side, "Jiang Luo, Chi You-ge is dead. You must be ecstatic, huh?"

Jiang Luo turned and looked in the direction of the voice, yet, before he could see the person clearly, the black hair slipping off his shoulder caught his gaze.

Shoulder-length, shiny, black hair as soft as silk cascaded downward. Jiang Luo stretched out his hand and raked it through his hair, and doing so he caught sight of the backside of his left hand, upon which sat a tiny, blood red mole.

The fierce voice near his ear continued, "Jiang Luo, are you speechless?"

Jiang Luo raised his head, at last clearly seeing the speaker's appearance.

The speaker was a lively, one-hundred-percent handsome dude. He was decked out in luxury brand clothes from head to toe, and on his feet he was wearing sneakers with a price tag well into five-figures. This man was staring down Jiang Luo with fire in his eyes, as if he wished to swallow him whole.

The man snorted coldly and eerily remarked, "I'm certain it was you who killed Chi You-ge. Just wait for seven days until Chi You returns as a ghost, I can't wait to see how you'll try and talk yourself out of the blame then."

Jiang Luo was very familiar with the name 'Chi You.'

Just a few days ago, he had heard of a novel that was removed from the shelves due to excessive gore. That novel's name was Evil Spirit. Jiang Luo, out of curiosity of just how bloody a novel could be, finally found the text after much difficulty–and that book's protagonist's name was precisely Chi You.

Evil Spirit tells the story of the protagonist Chi You's finely crafted vengeance against the cannon fodder who killed him, his revenge aided by another main character, Feng Li.

The cannon fodder who killed Chi You also just-so-happened to be named Jiang Luo. After Chi You's death, he changed into an evil spirit who used all kinds of merciless and cruel tactics to torture the cannon fodder into wishing he was dead. And, when he actually did die, he would make sure the cannon fodder was drawn and quartered by five horses so that there was not an inch of good flesh left on his body.

The space between Jiang Luo's eyebrows twitched twice, he suddenly turned around to look at his shadow that was vaguely reflected on the white and blue porcelain beside him.

Shoulder-length hair, arrogant eyebrows, prominent facial features both beautiful and heroic. This kind of face was a vermillion and azure ink wash painting, those deep, heavy colors concealing the beauty that was as sharp as a dagger.