Online Fortune Telling: Your Son Has Another Dad
Chapter 636 - 634: The Old Man
The old man leapt off the black coffin immediately after speaking.
Then, he struggled to push open the coffin beneath him.
As soon as the coffin lid was pushed open, Yang Qingshu instantly smelled a strong stench of blood.
This scent was exactly the same as the one on the villager who had deceived them into lying in the coffin earlier.
Soon after, he saw the old man pull out a bloody, mangled leg from inside the coffin.
Hmm, just like those villagers before, it was all blood and flesh, without a shred of human skin.
Despite Yang Qingshu being nauseated by the stench, the old man seemed unfazed by it.
Yang Qingshu could now confirm that the person who had been gnawing on corpses in the hall earlier was none other than this old man.
He stood at the door observing for a moment longer.
But the old man was engrossed in eating, without the slightest intention of looking up or speaking.
Feeling helpless, Yang Qingshu slowly edged along the wall, moving forward step by step.
He wanted to bypass the old man to see the situation inside the Divine Temple and find a way to leave.
But just then, his clothing got caught on a sharp protruding stone on the Divine Temple’s wall.
"Rip..."
With the sound of tearing, Yang Qingshu’s jacket ripped open immediately.
Simultaneously, the sound interrupted the old man’s eating.
Yang Qingshu’s position was side-facing the old man.
To glance at him, the old man would need to turn his body.
However, the old man simply twisted his head ninety degrees, and with a "crackling" sound, locked eyes directly with Yang Qingshu.
"I... I..."
A hint of confusion appeared in the old man’s eyes.
At this moment, he seemed like someone who had just awoken from sleep.
After a while, the old man’s eyes finally regained some clarity.
He glanced down at the bloodied, wildly gnawed leg in his hand, feeling his stomach churn violently.
"Eugh!"
The old man vomited directly.
The leg in his hand naturally got tossed aside.
After retching for a while, the old man slowly raised his head.
He looked at Yang Qingshu, not far away, and finally spoke: "Young man, why did you come in here?"
Hearing this, Yang Qingshu replied helplessly: "Old sir, I didn’t want to come in either. Could you please tell me how to leave here?"
"Leave?"
Hearing this answer, the old man shook his head and chuckled: "Once you’re in, there’s no way out!"
Why is it this line again?
Yang Qingshu felt truly helpless.
Ever since entering the Blood-colored Divine Temple, he had heard this statement three times.
First from the monster occupying Zhang Songkang’s body, then from the villager living inside the coffin, and finally from the old man before him.
"Old sir, I believe there must be a way for you to let me leave here..."
Yang Qingshu spoke while pondering.
In this bizarre mansion, only the corpse-eating old man in front of him could speak.
The way to leave surely had something to do with him.
"Young man, you’re genuinely clever!"
"There’s only one way to leave here."
"But this method, no one is willing to try."
The old man wiped the thick blood off his lips and replied with a smile.
"What method?"
Yang Qingshu couldn’t stop himself from curiously asking.
"It’s simple, just let me swallow you whole!"
The old man chuckled, pointing to his stomach.
Upon hearing this, Yang Qingshu furrowed his brow.
He couldn’t help but think to himself: "You old rascal, are you mocking me?"
But on the surface, he still forced a smile, pleading: "Old sir, please show me a clear path!"
"There’s no clear path!"
"Only this one way, if you dare to take it."
The old man shook his head decisively.
"Anyway, I have this..."
Yang Qingshu spoke, raising the Evil Ghost statue in his hand.
Since entering Stone Temple Village, whether it was the monster occupying Zhang Songkang’s corpse or the villagers in the coffins, they seemed to respect the Evil Ghost statue.
Regardless of whether this respect was genuine, at least on the surface, they kept calling "Divine Envoy Lord," appearing to be respectful.
Old Tie saw the Evil Ghost statue in Yang Qingshu’s hand, his eyes suddenly lit up, exclaiming: "You are the Divine Envoy Lord?"
"Yes, I am the Divine Envoy!"
Yang Qingshu hoped this identity would help him leave, so he nodded decisively.
"That’s good... that’s good..."
After confirming his identity, a bizarre smile appeared on the old man’s withered face.
"What’s so good?"
Yang Qingshu sharply sensed something wasn’t right.
"As long as I eat the Divine Envoy, I can leave this haunted place!"
The old man stared intently at Yang Qingshu, his eyes beginning to shine with a red glow.
"Damn!"
Seeing this, Yang Qingshu realized he was careless.
Without figuring out the background, he foolishly admitted to a wrong identity.
Truly, pretending to be someone you’re not can get you into big trouble!
He quickly turned around, preparing to run out of the Divine Temple.
But at the moment he turned, he horrifyingly discovered his body wasn’t responding.
It was as if he had been petrified and couldn’t move an inch.
"Divine Envoy, you forgot your ancient promise!"
"I bore the loneliness and pain for thousands of years for you!"
"Now, it’s finally time to eat you and leave here!"
The old man laughed loudly.
In his laughter, there was excitement, hatred, and a sense of relief...
In short, it was full of emotion.
But this laughter made Yang Qingshu deeply regretful.
If he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have admitted to being the darned Divine Envoy.
He had no idea what kind of promise the old man made with the Divine Envoy back then.
"Come, it’s time for a meal again!"
As the old man’s voice rang out again, Yang Qingshu suddenly felt darkness encroach upon him.
When he opened his eyes once more, he found himself inside the black coffin.
Beside him lay the mangled body of a Stone Temple Village villager, with a leg partially devoured by the old man.
The overwhelming stench emanating from the body nearly made him vomit.
Yet, that was not the scariest part.
The most frightening was that the old man, baring his sharp teeth, was now sharpening his knife and preparing to eat him, the "Divine Envoy."
"Senior Xiao, save me!"
"Senior Xiao, help... save me!"
With no other options, Yang Qingshu could only call out desperately for help.
Since Xiao Yan had promised to ensure his and Tie Xiong’s safety, he certainly wouldn’t allow them to perish inexplicably.
Moreover, he was certain that although Senior Xiao hadn’t joined them in entering the Blood-colored Divine Temple, he must be inside the temple.
Therefore, he shouted with all his might, hoping Senior Xiao would save him...