CH 223

The Fatal Man waits quietly for Jiang Luo to leave.

But after a few seconds, nothing happened. Instead, Jiang Luo smirked and clutched his arm with a backhand so that the predestined man could not escape.

"Fatalist," he said with feigned surprise, "how come I'm not gone?"

The predestined frowned and bowed his head.

The red mole on Jiang Luo's left hand, which he has erased, is the link between the two Jiang Luos.

But why did Jiang Luo not leave when he was disconnected?

Doubt flashed in the eyes of the fatalist.

But the next second, a sharp pain came from his chest, interrupting his doubts. A pale, slender ghostly hand passed bloodily through the chest of the host, the ghostly hand corroded into gnarled white bone by the blood of the host.

A chilling aura closed in from behind, and the evil spirit stood expressionlessly behind the fatalist, shadows looming, "Who are you sending away, fatalist?"

The evil spirit's ghostly aura was hideous, as if it wanted to devour everything. The predestined man opened his mouth, and great gulps of blood spurted out of his mouth. Each drop of blood fell on the hand of the evil spirit, and hot white smoke rose from it.

Chi You withdrew his hand with such force that the predestined man was thrown to the ground by him. He did not look at the fatalist but immediately raised his hand and grabbed Jiang Luo.

The force in the evil spirit's hand was so strong that it almost crushed Jiang Luo's hand bones. Jiang Luo knew that what the predestined man had just done had struck a chord with Chi You. For the evil spirit now, Jiang Luo's departure was the only possibility to completely anger him and drive him mad.

Jiang Luo barely hesitated before he took him in his hands. He looked straight into Chi You's gloomy eyes and said categorically, "He can't send me away. I have a soul chain wrapped around my soul, and the soul chain is the twin weapon of Bai Wuchang's hooking chain, so anyone who tries to tamper with my soul will only get nowhere."

At this point in time, Jiang Luo is immensely grateful to Sai Liaoer and Hei Wuchang for having a soul unique enough to be entangled in soul chains.

He couldn't imagine what the world would be like, what Chi You would be like, if he did return to his own world.

The evil spirits are soothed by Jiang Luo's sure eyes, and their expressions slowly become calm.

Now is not the time to talk, Jiang Luo squeezed Chi You's hand. Stepping forward, he walked over to the predestined man.

The white-haired pseudo-god lies still on the ground.

A large hole was pierced in his chest, and pools of blood flowed everywhere, staining the dark yellow soil an unsettling crimson.

The host's expression lingered on the last of his shock, he had not expected the suddenness of Chi You's blow. The Fatalist's snow-coloured eyes were wide open, and his white brow and eyelashes were stained with the stain of blood in patches.

The Fatalist ...... seems to be dead.

Jiang Luo couldn't believe how easy his death would be, and knowing the importance of "mending the knife", he stabbed his predecessor in the heart again without saying a word.

Jiang Luo reached out to the nostrils of the fatalist, who was not breathing, as if he were the most ordinary corpse.

Jiang Luo again probed the aorta at the neck of the fatalist.

The aorta is calm and not beating.

There was silence, all the noise disappeared, even the sound of birds followed. Everyone was watching Jiang Luo's movements, waiting with bated breath for the results of his test.

Jiang Luo took a deep breath, ecstasy surging through him as an afterthought, and he turned his head to look at the crowd, his smile unconsciously tugging wider and wider, "He's dead."

"The predestined man is dead."

Everyone froze for a few seconds, followed by loud cries of joy and liberating painful anger. Liao Si completely collapsed to the floor, his chest heaving and a little breathless. As he coughed, he leapt for joy and spoke to Hua Rui, "Hua Rui, the Fatal Man is dead, he's finally dead, I can get a new body!"

Hua Rui slowly calmed the sharp pain in his body, his face was white as he looked sideways at the body of his host, the corners of his mouth curled up freely, "Good death!"

Ge Wuchen, who hated the Fatal Man even more than the two of them, was in tears as he nervously hugged Ge Zhu tightly and kept stroking his cheek and hair, his fingers trembling with sadness and joy, " Ge Zhu, the Fatal Man is dead, you can't die, you mustn't die!"

Ge Zhu opened his lips and felt a rolling tear fall on his face, his eyes growing grey.

On hearing this, Jiang Luo immediately got up and said to Ge Wuchen, "Quickly send Ge Zhu to Sai Liaoer and ask Sai Liaoer to ask the gods to heal him!"

Ge Wuchen, in a daze, hastily stumbled up the hill with Ge Zhu in his arms, his footsteps hurried.

Jiang Luo got up and summoned Chen Long, who flew quickly to the top of the mountain with Ge Wuchen and Ge Zhu on his back. Chen Long gave a reluctant snort and flew reluctantly towards Ge Wuchen.

Only after this was done did Jiang Luo look at the body of the predestined man with a complicated gaze and turn to Chi You, "Can you swallow his soul?"

In this metaphysical world, Jiang Luo wants to eliminate the possibility of a predestined person becoming a ghost as well.

Chi You showed a look of boredom, "I'll try it with a ghost tattoo."

Although the ghost pattern is the evil spirit of the predestined person, it has long been tamed by Chi You. Even if the predestined person dies, the ghost mark will not disappear.

But after Chi You jumped off the Longquan, the ghost pattern was almost washed away by the Longquan. Jiang Luo was worried whether Chi You's ghost pattern would still be usable.

A few moments later, a much lighter and smaller ghostly pattern crawled weakly onto the back of Chi You's hand.

Jiang Luo breathes a small sigh of relief and looks back at Ji Yaozi and Feng Li and wonders.

How did these two men end up on the hill at Jokhang Temple?

But he and Chi You had just killed his father, so he was too embarrassed to go over and ask them now, so he just pretended not to see them and continued talking to Chi You.

"His prophecy came true after all," Jiang Luo said, "and you killed him."

The Man of Destiny, who goes by the name of "destiny", is not beyond destiny after all. If he hadn't made the prophecy about himself, the ending might have been different again.

Destiny.

This stuff is so esoteric.

Chi You had just curled his lips and was about to answer, but his smile sank.

Jiang Luo keenly noticed the change in his expression, "What's wrong?"

Chi You has a shade rising from his brow, "The curse is not gone from me."

Jiang Luo was stunned.

The Fate had once placed a curse on the Chi family's direct line that "no harm could come to the side line", and if the Fate had died, the curse should have disappeared.

If it doesn't disappear, there's only one answer ......

Jiang Luo and Chi You looked at the Fatalist together, "The Fatalist is still alive?!"

He cursed lowly in annoyance, "But he's clearly not breathing."

Chi You looked deeply at the predestined man, thoughtfully.

Jiang Luo walked around sharply and began to wonder to himself if he had misunderstood Hei Wuchang's words.

" Bi Gan 挖心, Bi Gan 挖心 ...... 路遇菜妇人 ...... 人无心就死 ...... "

What does that mean exactly?

Jiang Luo's head hurt from thinking about it when Chi You suddenly asked, "Can people die without a heart?"

Jiang Luo told Chi You what Hei Wuchang had told him.

Chi You likewise thought of Bi Gan's gouging of his heart, and quickly associated it with the predestined man's firm protection of Ji Yaozi, towards whom he looked meaningfully.

Jiang Luo followed his gaze and met Ji Yaozi, whose eyes were shocked.

" Feng Li is seen by the Predestined as his next body, so Ji Yaozi will most likely be his heart vessel," the evil spirit said languidly, " Ji Yaozi, what do you think."

Ji Yaozi had been eavesdropping on the conversation between the two of them, and when he heard the words, "A man without a heart will die", he had a vague idea of what to expect. When Chi You finished his sentence, his heart sank to the bottom.

His lips opened and closed for a moment, unable to utter a single word in rebuttal.

The subconscious mind tells him that Chi You is right.

His heart, that is, the heart of the predestined.

All the fog will now clear up and reveal the hideous ugliness of the original.

Why can he find no trace of his mother having lived? Because his memories of his mother are false, he has no mother, he is only a vessel for the heart of the predestined.

Why did the Fates take him with them even when they escaped from Lian's house, and why did the Fates send so many gods to protect him ...... Everything and anything has long since revealed the truth from the smallest detail.

Ji Yaozi should have felt resentment and fear, but when he established this fact, there was only a pall of despair.

He can refine because the predestined person can also refine. His instinctive fearful obedience to the predestined man is also because of this heart, I think.

But why was he allowed to have his own thoughts his own consciousness?

Ji Yaozi thought a lot in that moment, and then he seemed to think nothing at all. He suddenly let out a bitter laugh, "I think you're right."

Behind him, Feng Li suddenly takes a step closer and raises his hand to squeeze Ji Yaozi's shoulder.

Ji Yaozi only thought Feng Li was comforting him, and he smiled in a daze, his expression gradually penetrating, his tone the melancholy of having figured something out, "Since my heart is the heart of a predestined person, let's rip out my heart. If it's any later, it's not possible for me to become the next predestined person."

Jiang Luo: "Lao Ji ......"

With these words, Ji Yaozi felt a surprising sense of relief that he had never felt before, and he interrupted Jiang Luo with a smile and a hearty laugh, "Jiang Luo, you're just like me! You may not know it, but I've always envied you! I made your Yin Yang Ring, I taught you how to use it, and later on I somehow taught you how to use psychic techniques ...... so to speak, I am qualified to be your master."

Jiang Luo said directly and dryly, "Master."

He called Feng Li 'sir', but now Ji Yaozi is willingly called 'master'.

Ji Yaozi froze, then his eyes lit up and he gave a resounding "aye" and turned back to Feng Li with a smile and joked, "I didn't steal your apprentice!

Feng Li looked at him in silence.

Ji Yaozi happily turned his head again and continued to talk to Jiang Luo: "That psychic technique, whether you want to teach it to others depends on your mood, but if you want to teach it, you should open your eyes and take a good look at that person's character, don't teach the disciple and starve the master. I believe in your vision, when I die, that funeral shop you just sell it, funeral shop funeral qi, young people should not touch."

Jiang Luo was speechless for a moment. The knot in his throat rolled a few times and he said in a low voice, "Good."

Ji Yaozi has never been so talkative, gabbing away to the others.

He had lived for forty years and had been alone. The first half of his life had not been a happy one, never feeling mentally relaxed, even always depressed and dreary, like an underground tunnel that never saw the light of day. Because he disagreed with the doctrine of the predestined man, he was always aiding and abetting the evil. This made Ji Yaozi feel like an accomplice, and as a result, he felt more than guilty towards Chi You.

But today, he can finally be his true self and do what he needs to do for Chi You, for everyone.

Ji Yaozi looked straight at the people in the room as if he had been cleansed of his previous inactivity and sin. He did not want Chi You to kill him, for he did not want to burden Chi You with another line of sins. So he turned his head to face Feng Li, "Feng Tian Shi, come and see me off all the way."

Feng Li nodded silently and placed his hand on his chest.

The Master of Heaven was human and could not, by definition, pass through Ji Yaozi's chest with his bare hands. But Ji Yaozi didn't see the error of his ways. His eyes were closed, his lips quivered a few times, he glanced at the sky, then at the lush canopy of trees, and finally up at the yellow earth of the mountain road.

He said imperceptibly, "What a shame it's not a great sunny day."

Ji Yaozi closed his eyes, "Come on, Master of Heaven."

Feng Li's eyes glowed with a hollow light as his palm abruptly pushed through Ji Yaozi's flesh and grasped the vibrant heart.

The evil spirit closed his eyes and gave Feng Li one last implied command: choke down.

Feng Li squeezed his hand violently.

Ji Yaozi's eyes fluttered open and he was silently taken out of breath. The moment Ji Yaozi's heart was crushed, Chi You felt the curse wrapped around his body disappear.

The predestined man is completely dead.

The overcast clouds in the sky slowly dispersed and sunlight flooded the earth. Those who are late reveal a clear day after being covered by dark clouds.