Online fortune-telling: Xiaoyou, your son has another father

Chapter 636 Old Man

After the old man finished speaking, he jumped down from the black coffin.

Then, he struggled to push open the coffin under his butt.

The moment the coffin lid was pushed open, Yang Qingshu smelled a strong smell of blood.

This smell was exactly the same as that of the villager who had tricked them into lying in the coffin.

Then, he saw the old man pulling out a bloody thigh from the coffin.

Well, this is the same as the previous villagers, except for blood, it is flesh, without a trace of human skin.

Although Yang Qingshu frowned at the smell of blood, the old man didn't dislike it at all.

Yang Qingshu was already sure that the old man in front of him was the one who was eating the corpse in the main hall.

He stood at the door and observed for a while.

But the old man was eating vigorously with his head down, and had no intention of raising his head, let alone talking.

In desperation, Yang Qingshu had no choice but to move forward slowly step by step along the wall.

He wanted to bypass the old man and see what was going on inside the stone temple and whether he could find a way out.

But at this moment, the corner of his clothes scratched a sharp and raised stone on the wall of the stone temple.

"Shoot..."

There was a pulling sound, and Yang Qingshu's coat made a big gash.

At the same time, this sound also interrupted the old man's eating action.

Yang Qingshu's position was facing the old man.

If the other party wants to look in his direction, he must twist his body.

But the old man simply twisted his head ninety degrees, and with the sound of "click, click, click", he directly looked into Yang Qingshu's eyes.

"me……"

There was a hint of confusion in the old man's eyes.

At this time, he looked like a person who had just woken up from sleep.

After a while, the old man's eyes finally regained some clarity.

He lowered his head and glanced at the bloody thigh in his hand, which had been bitten countless times, and his stomach suddenly turned upside down.

"Hey!"

The old man spit it out directly.

The thigh in his hand was naturally thrown aside by him.

After vomiting for a while, the old man slowly raised his head.

He looked at Yang Qingshu not far away, and finally said: "Young man, why did you come in here?"

Hearing this, Yang Qingshu replied helplessly: "Old sir, I don'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 smiled: "Once you come in, there is no way to leave!"

Why are you saying this again?

Yang Qingshu felt helpless.

Since entering the Blood Temple, he has heard these words three times.

First it was the monster that occupied Zhang Songkang's body, then it was the villagers of Shimiao Village living in the coffin, and finally it was the old man in front of him.

"Old sir, I believe you can find a way for me to leave here..."

As Yang Qingshu spoke, he began to mutter in his heart.

In this inexplicable house, only the old man eating corpses in front of him can speak.

It is estimated that the method of leaving here must have something to do with this old man.

"Young man, you are really smart!"

"There is only one way out of here."

"But no one is willing to try this method."

The old man wiped the sticky blood from the corner of his mouth and replied with a smile.

"any solution?"

Yang Qingshu couldn't help but asked curiously.

"It's very simple, just let me eat it in my stomach!"

The old man chuckled and pointed at his belly.

When Yang Qingshu heard this, he frowned.

He couldn't help but secretly thought: "You, this old boy, are you teasing me here?" But on the surface, he still smiled and begged: "Old sir, please show me a clear path!"

"There is no clear path!"

"This is the only way, it depends on whether you dare or not."

The old man shook his head very crisply.

"By the way, I have this..."

Yang Qingshu said, raising the evil ghost statue in his hand.

Since entering Shimiao Village, both the monsters like Zhang Songkang occupying the corpses and the villagers inside the coffins seem to respect the evil ghost statues.

Of course, no matter whether this kind of respect comes from the heart or not, at least on the surface he says "Master God", that's what it looks like.

When Lao Tie saw the evil ghost statue in Yang Qingshu's hand, his eyes suddenly lit up and he said excitedly: "Are you the envoy of the gods?"

"Yes, I am the envoy of God!"

Yang Qingshu still hoped that this identity would allow him to leave here as he wished, so he nodded decisively.

"That's good...that's good..."

After the old man heard him confirm his identity, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his withered face.

"What's good?"

Yang Qingshu was keenly aware that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

"As long as I eat the divine messenger, I can leave this hellish place!"

The old man looked straight at Yang Qingshu, and his eyes began to flash red.

"Fuck!"

When Yang Qingshu saw this, he knew that he was careless.

Without understanding the background, he rashly admitted a mistaken identity.

Sure enough, if you pretend to be ×, you will be struck by lightning!

He quickly turned around and prepared to run out of the stone temple.

But at the moment he turned around, he discovered to his horror that his body was no longer in control.

It was like he was under a petrification spell, unable to move at all.

"Angel, you have forgotten the promise you made back then!"

"I have endured thousands of years of loneliness and pain for you!"

"Now, it's time to eat you and leave here!"

The old man laughed loudly.

In this laughter, there is excitement, hatred, and relief...

All in all, it’s an emotional experience.

But hearing this laughter in Yang Qingshu's ears made him regret for a moment.

If he had known this, he should not have recognized his identity as the envoy of Lao Shizi in the first place.

Who knows what kind of promise the old man made to the divine messenger in his mouth.

"Come on, it's time to eat again!"

As the old man's voice sounded again, Yang Qingshu felt his eyes suddenly go dark.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was actually in the black coffin.

Lying next to him was the bloody and bloody villager from Shimiao Village whose thigh was eaten by the old man.

The smell of blood on his body almost made him vomit.

However, these are not the scariest things.

The most frightening thing was that the old man was baring a mouthful of sharp teeth, sharpening his knives and preparing to eat his "god envoy".

"Senior Xiao, help!"

"Senior Xiao, help...help!"

With no other option at the moment, Yang Qingshu had no choice but to shout for help.

Since Xiao Yan promised to ensure the safety of his and Tiexiong's lives, he would not let them lose their lives inexplicably like this.

And he was sure that even though Senior Xiao did not enter the Blood Temple with them, the other party was definitely in the temple.

Therefore, he shouted as hard as he could, hoping to get Senior Xiao to save him...

(End of this chapter)