Nightmare Attack

The fat man didn't dare to stop, and continued to walk forward at a faster pace. He knew that the second hurdle in front of him was considered passed.

But time is also passing by every minute and every 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 measure.

And now the first incense stick in his hand is about to burn out. According to the previous agreement, the fat man carefully took out the second incense stick from his arms and ignited it on the flame in the lantern. Fortunately, everything went well and he watched the incense burn After the smoke was released, the fat man's tense heart slowly eased down.

And the vague footsteps behind him constantly reminded him that there was still a long way to go before he escaped danger, after all, Gao Yanqing was still following him.

The good times didn't last long, he stopped again, and this time he saw an old man.

The old man was very old, with gray hair, and he was pushing a small wooden cart with difficulty. Because it was too old, the cart made a creaking sound from time to time.

After approaching, there was a strange aroma spreading from the cart. Inside the cart was a dark iron pot. The firewood underneath was burning very hot, and something was being stewed inside.

Even though he was aware of the weirdness here, the fat man swallowed uncontrollably after smelling the scent. He had never smelled such a scent.

The old man also spotted him, rubbed his hands on the apron, and beckoned him over enthusiastically, "Young boy, are you hungry on the way, what do you want to eat?" The old man asked with a smile, looking very kind.

Even though the fat man was greedy, he finally held back and shook his head firmly, "Old man, thank you for your kindness, but I have to hurry, next time."

"It won't be so easy to meet me next time. You and I are destined. 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 off the overflowing saliva, but his attitude was still firm, "No old man, I have to hurry, goodbye."

The fat man didn't dare to procrastinate any longer, he raised his legs and walked around the old man. He passed many steps in a row, and he walked faster and faster, trying to leave the old man behind him at the fastest speed.

After walking like this for a few minutes, the fat man was convinced that he had shaken off the old man, so he gradually slowed down and readjusted his breathing.

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

Fatty's body stiffened abruptly, and then with a creaking sound, the old cart appeared in front of Fatty again. The old man bent his body, still smiling like that.

But this time, the old man's smile carried an undisguised murderous intent.

"After walking for so long, I must be very hungry. 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 creepy eyes.

As soon as the old man lifted the lid of the pot, white hot air rose instantly from the cart. The iron pot was filled with boiling water, and there were many spherical objects in the boiling water.

The heat dissipated slowly, and after seeing what was cooked in the iron pot, the fat man felt bad all over, his stomach was churning, and what was boiled in the pot... was actually human eyeballs!

And it was a pot full, how many eyes of passers-by did this old ghost goug out?

Seeing the fat man's complexion change dramatically, the old man also showed his true colors. The old man's whole body was dirty, the apron on his body, and the cart were all covered with bloodstains, and there were also bloodstains left by the knife and axe. There are traces, a long chain is tied to the cart, and the other end is firmly tied to the railing beside the bridge.

The old man who showed his original face was full of ferociousness, and his two eyeballs had long since disappeared, replaced by two scary blood holes, "Things with eyes but no eyes, your eyes are useless, keep it, leave it to me! Let me Help you clean your eyeballs!"

As he spoke, the old man picked up a large spoon with one hand and stirred it in the boiling iron pot, while holding a sharp small spoon with the other hand, which seemed to be the right size for eyeball digging.

At the very moment, a burst of low laughter came from behind Fatty. The laughter was so rampant that Fatty even heard a hint of gloating from it, and this burst of laughter came from Gao Yanqing.

That's right, it's him! The fat man was sure that he heard correctly.

I don't know what kind of grudge, the other party actually entangled me, Gao Yanqing's death has nothing to do with him, this is simply a crime of desire, and it is impossible for me to take revenge.

Since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous. As soon as the fat man is cruel, he plans to compete with Gao Yanqing. Even if his eyes are gouged out, Gao Yanqing can't make it easier.

"Old man, this friend of mine is very interested in you. You said just now that he doesn't want to leave." The fat man held the lantern in one hand, and quietly clenched the incense stick with the other hand, planning that if the situation changed, he would leave. Fight to the death with them.

But the old man was unmoved, staring at the fat man's face with a pair of **** eyes, 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 let out hissing laughter again, Fatty could even imagine how happy he was at the moment, perhaps Gao Yanqing would benefit greatly if he died here.

The blood-stained old man 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 very moment, the fat man suddenly remembered that there was still grave soil in his pocket, and it was useless to smear the wound. So much, he put away the rest.

At this moment, he didn't care about other things, he grabbed ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and directly covered his left eye with his hand. This scene seemed to startle the old man Gouging Eye, and his movements stopped immediately.

Seeing that the grave soil was effective, the fat man immediately did the same thing, covering his right eye with the grave soil, and now he couldn't see clearly either.

But the effect was immediate. The old man kept walking around him, muttering mechanically, "Where are your eyes? Why are your eyes missing?"

"It's hidden, where did you hide your eyes?"

The fat man immediately defended loudly when he heard the words, "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 revealing any flaws, then turned his head and gestured frantically behind him, "Old man, although I don't have eyes, I have friends. My friend is not blind, old man, you can use his eyes." .”

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

(end of this chapter)