Chapter 50: 50

To put it bluntly, this is a crime against the Red and White.

The two Red and White Furies are forbidden arts in Maoshan and are extremely dangerous and difficult to encounter.

The Red Ghost refers to a bride who died on the day of her wedding, clad in red and with a strong sense of resentment. The White Death refers to a water spirit who is so advanced that it can walk on land, and is sent to the coffin of a young man who died in an accident. ①

One for the funeral, the other for the wedding, the two furies collide and neither is willing to give way.

Jiang Luo has read about the “Red and White Double Furies”, which require a complex and special feng shui pattern to meet them. Once the two paths collide, if you are mixed up in it, you will have to wait for death if you do not have some strength.

Lu Youyi said blearily, “I’m not sure what to do on my own, but with you guys with me, I’m not afraid.

Although it still tickled their teeth to look at him, they were here, and the party accepted the reality.

“The business will wait for the evening,” Jiang Luo stretched, “you can let us enjoy it first.”

Lu Youyi smiled with big white teeth, “Of course!”

They went to their room, dropped off their bags and prepared to go to the spa. Jiang Luo took a shower in the bathroom to wash off the dust from the journey and then put on the clothes delivered by the spa.

The spa gave them a set of bathrobes, towels and disposable underwear. The panties were not great, but not bad either, and Jiang Luo found them a little tight when he put them on.

He has always been happy with his body, and after months of training, he has a thin layer of muscle covering his body, which is long and firm everywhere, with just the right proportions. There is a full-length mirror in the bathroom, and Jiang Luo looks into it and fastens his robe, slowly and deliberately admiring himself in it.

Long black hair, dripping wet with water droplets, and perfunctory and beautiful lips that are slightly curled, are a delight to the eyes.

This face has been with Jiang Luo for over twenty years, and he is grateful that Jiang Luo, the cannon fodder of the original book, has a face exactly like his.

“Maybe after I finish this untimely bomb, Chi You,” Jiang Luo says to himself. After I’m done with Chi You,” Jiang Luo says to himself, “it’s time for me to get over the ‘love bug’ and have a relationship.”

Behind him, unnoticed in the frame of his clothes. There is an inexplicable invisible wind weaving through the clothes, which bulge out of thin air on the inside and fall quickly, as if searching for something.

Upon hearing these words, however, the wind’s movement paused, and in the blink of an eye it was pinned in the clothing frame.

Lu Youyi called from outside, ” Jiang Luo , hurry up.”

Jiang Luo returned to his senses, curled his wet hair loosely behind his head and walked leisurely out of the bathroom.

The main focus of the spa estate is the hot springs, and indoors is a separate bath for men and women, with nude soaking. Outside, you can see the beautiful scenery, but you need to wear clothes and it is a mixed bath.

Normally, even for the sake of cleanliness, they would have chosen the indoor spa. But not so now, when they were the only nine guests in the entire spa estate, and both the indoor and outdoor pools were clean and spotless.

A few people found a large outdoor spa to soak in together, lazing and chatting.

The smell of sulphur laced with disinfectant water and steaming hot water quickly relaxes the spirit.

Wen Renlian handed Jiang Luo a bottle of water, Jiang Luo opened his eyes and looked at Wen Renlian, raised his hand to take it and teased, “Wen Ren, nice figure.”

Wen Renlian’s body is usually too thin to be seen in women’s clothing, but when he is out of it, he is tall, and every line is smooth with strength and beauty.

“Do you like it?” Wen Renlian winked at him.

Jiang Luo rubbed his chin fervently and looked him up and down, “Not bad.”

Wen Renlian almost stifled a laugh and insisted on delivering the next line, “So, want to try it with me tonight?”

“Sure,” Jiang Luo said with a quirk of his eyebrows, “but I’ll only do the top one.”

Wen Renlian sighed sadly, “What a coincidence.”

Kuang Zheng, who was soaking in the hot spring, interjected, “What do you mean by the one above?”

Jiang Luo and Wen Renlian were silent for a few seconds before they burst out laughing together. Wen Renlian turned to Kuang Zheng and raised his index finger to his lips and shushed him, saying gently, “This is not something for children to know.”

Kuang Zheng looked at him helplessly.

Lu Youyi and Sai Liaoer are singing, and Sai Liaoer’s voice is truly pentatonic and unforgettable. Jiang Luo’s eyes are closed and he is in a trance, on the blurred line between sleep and sleeplessness, listening to the noise and he can’t help but evoke a small smile.

Qi Ye’s gaze seemed to pass over Jiang Luo, and Zhuo Zhongqiu suddenly asked, “Why are you always looking at Jiang Luo?”

Qi Ye’s face instantly flushed and she almost jumped out of the bath, “I wasn’t looking at him!”

Zhuo Zhongqiu said unperturbed, “What are you so excited about?”

The rest of Qi Ye’s words choked in his throat as he sat back down in the bath with a stern face, looking somewhat in the opposite direction to Jiang Luo, “I don’t even want to talk to you.”

But the more I don’t let myself look, the more I can’t help but look. Qi Ye Yu Guang glanced at Zhuo Zhongqiu, saw that she was not paying attention and then hurriedly glanced in Jiang Luo’s direction.

Who knew that Jiang Luo suddenly stood up from the bath, his face slightly warm, his eyes half drooping, sleepy and languid, “I’m sleepy, I’ll go back to bed first.”

After a scattered response, Jiang Luo walked slowly out of the bath. He picked up a clean towel from a side seat and draped it daintily over his shoulders with a flourish of his hands, and was about to leave when he remembered something else and turned his face sideways: “The hot springs should not be soaked for too long.”

Jiang Luo’s lustrous eyes narrowed slightly at the end, flirtation tugging at the corners of his mouth, “Don’t come shouting to wake me up even when you’ve passed out.”

Ge Zhu jokingly said, “If we faint, we’ll crawl to your house before we faint.”

Such banter between friends was something Jiang Luo had rarely experienced before, but it felt good. Jiang Luo shrugged, waved at them and kept a happy mood as he went back to his room to sleep.

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Jiang Luo’s eyes opened slowly only after the afterglow had been eaten away inch by inch by the night, as the sky outside the window changed from sunny to dark and golden.

He blinked sluggishly, his eyelids fluttering gently twice, and looked out of the window.

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The sun, outside the window, has disappeared. A gentle breeze leaves only a faint glow of a fuchsia haze in the sky.

Jiang Luo touched his mobile phone and saw that it was already 7pm.

There were only a few of them in the spa, so they had the luxury of a room to themselves. Jiang Luo had left the lights on when he returned, and it was even darker than it looked outside, as if a monster was hiding in the darkness that was devouring people.

Jiang Luo woke up and turned on the light as he leaned over. The bright light dispelled the darkness for a moment, and Jiang Luo looked at the door and window, where the talisman paper he had put over it before going to sleep was intact.

He settled down and got up and went out to dinner.

At the moment he closed the door, a gust of evil wind came violently from outside the window of the house. The suppression talisman at the window, which had already resisted the evil wind several times, finally failed to withstand it, and flames flared up from the bottom of the talisman, turning it into paper ashes that fell on the edge of the window in an instant.

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Jiang Luo ate alone, walked around the estate for half an hour and when he had almost finished eating, he wanted to soak in the hot springs again. So he found a small pool in the middle of nowhere and soaked again.

The electricity meter next to the hot spring pool reads 38°C, not too high, not too low, a perfect temperature. Jiang Luo breathes a sigh of relief and leans back against the edge of the pool to enjoy a rare moment of solitude.

Gradually, however, the spa degrees are getting lower and lower.

Jiang Luo thought he had adapted to the spa degrees, but soon he sensed something was wrong.

He opened his eyes to see the mist on the surface of the hot spring, but the mist steaming from the heat had turned into a chill spreading from the cold. Jiang Luo quickly rose to his feet and gazed warily at the pool as he quickly retreated. The moment he exited the hot spring pool, the thirty-eight degree hot spring condensed into ice in an instant.

If Jiang Luo had been slower, he would have been frozen directly in the pool.

Jiang Luo casually drew aside a bath towel and grimaced, “Fuck.”

He tried to drape the bath towel over his body, but his hands were violently held by another person.

This man’s palms are strong, his fingers long and soft as death, and he is at least half a head taller than Jiang Luo. At this moment, he is gently leaning close to Jiang Luo, the moonlight lengthening the shadows on the ground as the mandarin ducks cross their necks, spreading among the broken bamboo leaves, crossing the edge of the pool and landing on the hot spring pool, which is frozen in ice.

Another dark-haired man poked his head out of Jiang Luo’s ear and chuckled, “Getting over your ‘old flame’ and starting a new relationship so soon?”

The Yin-Yang ring shook violently three times, and the Snake rushed behind Jiang Luo, who broke his grip and turned his head to look back, but there was no one behind him.

His eyes spat knives and he looked around. The trees were still and the wind was light, and there was no sign of anyone.

Jiang Luo stroked the head of the serpent, which wrapped itself around his arm up to his shoulder, its rune-like letters licking at Jiang Luo’s face, its vertical pupils roaming around with equal sensitivity.

Having found nothing, the silky snake reentered the Ring of Yin and Yang. Jiang Luo took the bath towel and wiped his hair, turned and left the place.

“Running really fast ……” his voice was not too high or too low, as if he was speaking specifically to someone, the mockery in his tone was hidden, “How long has it been since you relaxed and followed me again, Mr. Chi’s ‘obsession’, I’m really flattered.”

Even when Jiang Luo knew that Chi You was here for the heart of the idol and Yuan Tianzhu, his mouth was unforgiving.

As he said this, he was prepared for the evil spirits to be enraged by him. But surprisingly, nothing happened until he was back in the middle of the hall.

Has Chi You changed your mind?

How is it possible.

Jiang Luo was suspicious and couldn’t help but look back several times.

What is Chi You up to?

Jiang Luo walks suspiciously into the dining room, where his classmates are having a late dinner. Jiang Luo sits down at the table and absentmindedly pours a glass of plain water, only to notice that someone is missing from the table, ” Where is Sai Liaoer?”

Ge Zhu nibbled on a chicken leg and said, “He went out while I was sleeping, I don’t know where he went, and he’s not back yet.”

As soon as the words were spoken, a man came in from outside. Blond and blue-eyed, it was none other than Sai Liaoer.

Sai Liaoer, his eyes a little dull, his expression dull, as if he had not seen the crowd in the restaurant, walked out in a straight line and headed straight for the lift.

The crowd looked at each other and Ge Zhu raised his voice and said, “Sai Liaoer?”

At this sound, Sai Liaoer jolted, as if his soul had been brought back to life. He scratched his head, his eyes as blue as the sky were full of confusion.

Turning her head to see her classmates, a big smile bloomed and Sai Liaoer ran over gleefully, “Good evening, everyone!”

Energetic and completely different from the lost look of a moment ago.

Ge Zhu put his palm to Sai Liaoer’s forehead with some concern, and after a moment of silent chanting, he wondered, “The soul is not lost either.”

Sai Liaoer said confusedly, “Ge, what are you, doing?”

Jiang Luo asked, “Where did you just go?”

Sai Liaoer dutifully said, “I’m off to the movies.”

“Just called you, why didn’t you respond?”

The bewilderment on Sai Liaoer’s face flickered, “Maybe I didn’t, back in the day.”

Jiang Luo and the others did not see anything wrong in his words and put the matter behind them for the moment. They chatted and ate their evening snacks, quietly waiting for the hour to come.

After the red and white rush, as long as no one backs off, the two furies will stay in place forever until the other side gives way. At the hour of the son, that is when they appear.

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