Chapter 1418 Old Man
The fat man did not dare to stop and continued to move forward faster. He knew that he had passed the second level in front of him.
But time is passing by minute by second, just like what Tang Qisheng and others instructed before he came. Now his concept of time is gradually blurring, and the incense burning in his hand is the only measurement.
Now the first incense in his hand was about to burn out. According to the previous agreement, the fat man carefully took out the second incense from his arms and lit it on the flame in the lantern. Fortunately, everything Successfully, looking at the smoke emitted after burning the incense, Fatty's nervous heart slowly relaxed.
The faint sound of footsteps behind him constantly reminded him that there was still a long way to go before he was out of danger. After all, Gao Yanqing was still following him.
The good times didn't last long, and he stopped again. This time he saw an old man.
The old man is very old and has gray hair. He is pushing a wooden cart with difficulty. Because it is too old, the cart makes a creaking and rubbing sound from time to time.
After getting closer, a strange aroma spread from the cart. Inside the cart was a dark iron pot. The firewood below was burning brightly, and something was stewing in it.
Even though he was aware of the weirdness here, after smelling the aroma, the fat man still swallowed uncontrollably. He had never smelled such a fragrant smell.
The old man also noticed him, rubbed his hand on his apron, and enthusiastically waved him over, "Young man, are you hungry on the road? What do you want to eat?" the old man asked with a smile. , looks very kind.
Even though the fat man was so greedy that he couldn't hold it back in the end, he shook his head firmly and said, "Uncle, thank you for your kindness, but I still have to hurry, next time."
"I'll think about it next time." It's not that easy to meet me. You and I are destined, so I'll give you a bowl for free." The old man's eyes narrowed, and the corners of his eyes were filled with wrinkles.
The fat man wiped the saliva that was already overflowing, but his attitude remained firm, "No, old man, I have to be on my way. Goodbye."
The fat man did not dare to delay any longer, raised his legs and walked around the old man. He walked forward, passing several steps in a row. He walked faster and faster, trying to leave the old man behind as quickly as possible.
After walking like this for a few minutes, the fat man was sure that he had gotten rid of the old man, and then he gradually slowed down and readjusted his breathing.
But before he could take a breath, the next second, a gloomy voice came from behind, "Young man, why are you leaving so fast? Even if you want to leave, you don't ask your friends behind you?"
The fat man's body suddenly became stiff, and then with a squeaking sound, the old trolley appeared in front of the fat man again. The old man was hunched over, still smiling.
But this time, the old man’s smile contained undisguised murderous intent.
"You must be hungry after walking for so long. I have a lot of food here. Take a look...what do you want to eat?" The old man looked at the fat man with a scary look.
As the old man opened the lid of the pot, white heat instantly rose from the cart. The iron pot was filled with boiling water, and there were many spherical things rolling up and down in the boiling water.
The heat slowly dissipated. After seeing clearly what was being cooked in the iron pot, the fat man felt bad all over. His stomach was churning. What was cooking in the pot was... actually a human eyeball!
And it’s a full pot. How many passers-by’s eyes did this old ghost dig out?
Seeing the drastic change in the fat man's face, the old man also revealed his true colors. He was dirty all over his body. The apron on his body and the cart were all covered with blood, as well as knives and axes. A long chain was tied to the cart at the mark left after chopping, and the other end was firmly tied to the guardrail of the bridge.
The old man who revealed his true appearance had a ferocious face, and his two eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by two scary blood holes, "You have eyes but no eyes, your eyes are useless, stay here, leave it to me ! Let me help you clean your eyes!"
As he spoke, the old man picked up a large spoon and stirred it in the boiling iron pot, while holding a sharp small knife in his other hand. A spoon, depending on the size, is just right for digging out eyeballs.
At the critical moment, a burst of deep laughter came from behind Fatty. The laughter was so wild that Fatty even heard a hint of schadenfreude in it, and this burst of laughter came from Gao Yanqing.
Yes, it’s him! The fat man was sure that he heard correctly.
I don’t know what the grudge is, but the other party actually entangles me. Gao Yanqing’s death has nothing to do with him. This is simply a crime he wants to inflict. If he wants revenge, it will never be his turn.
Since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust. Fatty is cruel and plans to compete with Gao Yanqing. Even if he has his eyeballs gouged out, he cannot make Gao Yanqing feel better.
"Old man, this friend of mine is very interested in you. As you said just now, he doesn't want to leave." The fat man held the lantern in one hand and quietly held the incense tightly in his other hand, planning to Once the situation changes, fight them to the death.
But the old man remained unmoved. He stared at the fat man's face with a pair of bloody eyes, gasping and shouting: "I don't need him, I just need a pair of eyes. Your eyes are enough for me!"< br>
Gao Yanqing behind him let out hissing laughter again. Fatty could even imagine how happy he was at this moment. Maybe if he died here, Gao Yanqing would get great benefits.
The old man, covered in blood, gradually approached the fat man, but the fat man's legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he could hardly move a step. At this critical moment, the fat man suddenly thought that there was a grave hidden in his pocket. He didn't need much soil to apply to the wound, so he put away the rest.
Not caring about anything else at the moment, he grabbed a handful and covered his left eye with his hand. This scene seemed to shock the eye-gouging old man, and he paused in his movements.
Seeing that the grave soil was effective, the fat man immediately followed the same example and covered his right eye with the grave soil. Now he could not see clearly at all.
But the effect was immediate. The old man kept pacing around him, muttering mechanically, "Where are your eyes? Why are your eyes missing?"
"Hidden, how did you hide your eyes? Where have you gone?”
The fat man immediately defended himself loudly, “Old man, I was born without eyes. I am blind. I was born blind. It’s not easy for people here to raise me.”
The fat man covered his eyes tightly, for fear of exposing any flaws, then turned his head and gestured wildly behind him, “Old man, although I don’t have eyes, I can’t. I have friends. My friend is not blind. You can use him, old man."
The next second, a gust of wind whizzed away, and the laughter behind him stopped abruptly. (End of chapter)