Chapter 1417 Old Man

The fat man did not dare to stop and continued to speed up his pace. He knew that he had passed the second level in front of him.

But time was passing by every second. Just as Tang Qisheng and others had told him before he came, his concept of time was gradually blurring. The burning incense in his hand was the only thing to measure.

And 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 ignited it on the flame in the lantern. Fortunately, everything went well. Looking at the smoke emitted after the incense burned, the fat man's nervous heart slowly relaxed.

And the faint footsteps behind him kept reminding him that there was still a long way to go before he could escape from danger. After all, Gao Yanqing was still following him.

The good times did not last long. He stopped again. This time he saw an old man.

The old man was very old, with gray hair. He pushed a wooden cart with difficulty. Because it was too old, the cart made a creaking friction sound from time to time.

As he got closer, a strange aroma spread from the cart. Inside the cart was a dark iron pot, and the firewood underneath was burning vigorously. Something was stewing inside.

Even though he knew the weirdness here, the fat man swallowed his saliva uncontrollably after smelling the aroma. He had never smelled such a fragrant smell before.

The old man also found him, rubbed his hands on his apron, and waved him over enthusiastically, "Young man, you must be 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 swallowing his saliva with greed, he still held back in the end and shook his head firmly, "Old man, thank you for your kindness, but I still have to hurry, next time."

"It won't be so easy to meet me next time. You and I are destined to meet. I'll give you a bowl, no money." The old man narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles.

The fat man wiped the saliva that had overflowed, and his attitude was still firm, "No, old man, I have to hurry, goodbye."

The fat man did not dare to delay any longer, and lifted his legs to walk around the old man and walked forward. He walked over many steps in a row, and he walked faster and faster, trying to leave the old man behind as quickly as possible.

After running like this for a few minutes, the fat man was sure that he had left the old man behind, and then he gradually slowed down and readjusted his breathing.

But before he could catch his breath, the next second, a gloomy voice came from behind him, "Young man, why are you walking so fast? Even if you want to leave, don't you ask your friends behind you?"

The fat man's body suddenly became stiff, and then accompanied by a creaking sound, the old cart appeared in front of the fat man again, and the old man hunched over, still smiling.

But this time, the old man's smile was filled with undisguised murderous intent.

"You must be starving 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 creepy look.

As the old man lifted the lid of the pot, white hot air instantly rose from the cart. The iron pot was boiling hot water, and there were many spherical things rolling up and down in the boiling water.

The hot air slowly dissipated. After seeing what was cooked in the iron pot, the fat man felt sick and his stomach churned. What was cooked in the pot was actually... human eyeballs!

And it was a full pot. How many eyeballs of passers-by did this old ghost dig out?

Seeing the fat man's face change drastically, the old man also revealed his true face. The old man was dirty all over. His apron and the cart were all covered with bloodstains and traces left by a knife and an axe. A long chain was tied to the cart, and the other end was firmly tied to the guardrail beside the bridge.

The old man's face was full of hideousness, and his two eyeballs had long disappeared, replaced by two scary blood holes, "You have eyes without pupils, your eyes are useless, leave them to me! Let me help you clean your eyeballs!"

As he said this, the old man picked up a large spoon with one hand and stirred it in the boiling iron pot, and held a sharp small spoon with the other hand, which looked just right for digging out eyeballs.

At the critical moment, a low laugh came from behind the fat man, and the laugh was so rampant that the fat man even heard a hint of gloating from it, and this laugh came from Gao Yanqing.

Yes, it was him! The fat man was sure that he would not hear wrong.

He didn't know what hatred or grudge, but the other party actually entangled him. Gao Yanqing's death had nothing to do with him. This was simply a false accusation, and it was not his turn to take revenge.

Since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust. The fat man was determined to compete with Gao Yanqing. Even if his eyes were dug out, he would not let Gao Yanqing have an easy time.

"Old man, my friend is very interested in you. You just said that he doesn't want to leave." The fat man held the lantern in one hand and secretly clenched the incense with the other hand. He planned to fight them to the death if the situation changed.

But the old man was unmoved. His bloody eyes stared at the fat man's face, panting and shouting: "I don't need him, I just need a pair of eyes. Your eyes are enough for me!"

Gao Yanqing behind him laughed again. The fat man could even imagine how happy he was at the moment. Maybe if he died here, Gao Yanqing would get a great benefit.

The bloodstained old man gradually approached the fat man, and 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 remembered that there was still grave soil hidden in his pocket. He didn't need so much to apply on the wound, so he put the rest away.

At this moment, he didn't care about anything else. He grabbed a handful and covered his left eye with his hand. This scene seemed to shock the old man who dug out his eyes, and his movements paused.

Seeing that the grave soil was effective, the fat man immediately did the same thing and covered his right eye with grave soil. Now he couldn't see clearly at all.

However, the effect was immediate. The old man kept pacing around him, mumbling mechanically, "Where are your eyes? Why are your eyes gone?"

"Hidden, where did you hide your eyes?"

The fat man 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 his eyes tightly with the grave soil, fearing that there would be any flaws, and then turned his head to frantically signal behind him, "Old man, although I don't have eyes, I have friends. My friends are not blind. You can use his."

The next second, a gust of wind whistled away, and the laughter behind him stopped abruptly.

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