The fat man didn't 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 told him before he came. Now his concept of time is gradually blurring, and the burning incense in his hand is the only measurement object.
But 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 went well and watched the incense burn. After hearing the smoke, Fatty's nervous heart slowly calmed down.
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 was very old and had gray hair. He was struggling to push a wooden cart. Because it was too old, the cart made 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 simmering inside.
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 waved him over enthusiastically, "Young man, are you hungry on the road? What do you want to eat?" the old man asked with a smile, looking very kind.
Even though the fat man was so greedy that he was frothing, he still held back in the end and shook his head firmly, "Old man, thank you for your kindness, but I still have to be on my way, maybe next time."
"It won't be that easy to meet me next time. 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 drool that had flooded his face, but his attitude remained firm, "No, old man, I have to go on my way. Goodbye."
The fat man didn't dare to delay any longer. He raised his legs and walked around the old man. He walked forward several steps in a row. He walked faster and faster, trying to leave the old man behind him 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.
"After walking for so long, I must be starving. 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 was a full pot. How many passers-by’s eyes had this old ghost dug 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 stains, as well as the marks left after being chopped with knives and axes. Traces, a long chain is tied to the cart, and the other end is firmly tied to the guardrail of the bridge.
The old man's face was full of ferocity when he revealed his true appearance, and his two eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by two scary blood holes. "You are a thing with eyes but no eyes. Your eyes are useless. Stay, leave it to me! Let me Let me help you clean your eyes!"
As he spoke, the old man picked up a large spoon with one hand and stirred it in the boiling iron pot. With the other hand, he held a sharp small spoon, which was just right for digging out eyes.
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.
He didn't know what the hatred was, but the other party actually entangled him. Gao Yanqing's death had nothing to do with him. This was simply a crime he wanted to inflict. It was not his turn to take revenge.
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 eyes gouged out, Gao Yanqing will not be able to have an easy time.
"Old man, this friend of mine is very interested in you. As you said just now, it's because 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 leave if 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!"
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, who was 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 the critical moment, the fat man suddenly thought that there was still grave soil hidden in his pocket, which could not be used to smear the wound. So much, he collected 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. This time he could not see clearly either.
But the effect was immediate. The old man kept pacing around him, mumbling mechanically, "Where are your eyes? Why are your eyes missing?"
"Hidden. Where did you hide your eyes?"
When the fat man heard this, he immediately defended loudly, "Old man, I was born without eyes. I am blind. I was born blind. It was not easy for my family to raise me."
The fat man covered the grave soil covering his eyes tightly, for fear of exposing any flaws, then turned his head and gestured wildly behind him, "Old man, although I have no eyes, I have friends. My friends are not blind. Old man, you can use his ."
The next second, a gust of wind roared away, and the laughter behind him stopped abruptly.
(End of chapter)
