Chapter 48: Dad smashed the mirror and shattered himself

  The old corpse's strength was immense, and I was carried on his shoulder, no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't break free. At this moment, the old corpse ran wildly like a madman, with bursts of laughter coming from his mouth from time to time.

  I used all my strength to beat him up, but the old man hanging from the gallows didn't seem to feel anything at all.

  He ran out of the cave and into the darkness. The sky was hung with a bleak moon, and the moonlight made everything around him look pale. When the old man finally stopped on a patch of grass, he came to a halt.

  Then he threw me to the ground and stood with his back to me. His tall figure was somewhat desolate at this moment.

  I scrambled up from the ground, gritting my teeth tightly: "Are you crazy? What exactly do you want to do?"

  The corpse old man didn't say a word, and continued to stand with his back to me. I picked up a stone and fiercely threw it at the corpse old man. With a loud "pa" sound, the stone accurately hit the back of the corpse old man's head. But the corpse old man surprisingly had no reaction, and continued to stand upright like that.

  It was as if the stone had hit someone else entirely.

  I summoned all my strength and cursed him loudly, then turned around and ran towards the cave: "You madman, either kill me or stop going crazy on me every day!"

  I started sprinting towards the cave entrance.

  But just as I ran out a few steps, a hurried footsteps came from behind me. Before I could run away, the old man grabbed me and knocked me to the ground. Then, he pinned me to the ground with one hand, pulled out his own belt, and tied my hands and feet together.

  I lay on the ground, unable to move my hands and feet. I felt like my hands and feet were being strangled by his belt. At this moment, I was completely enraged, staring at the old man's corpse with a fierce gaze, and then I started cursing loudly.

  But before I could finish my sentence, the old man suddenly pulled out a piece of cloth from his body and stuffed it into my mouth. In an instant, the words that were about to come out of my mouth were blocked in my throat.

  I've never had such a feeling, as if I'd been raped. This feeling is really unbearable. What's more, at this moment, the hanged old man actually squatted down beside me, staring at me tightly. I felt a bit nervous and kept moving my body.

  The old man hanging in the air sighed: "I know you hate me, so I'll tie you up, otherwise you won't listen to what I have to say."

  I cursed in my heart: "Damn it, this guy must be so bored that he can't find anyone to talk to, so he's forcing me to listen to him?"

  But I had a gag in my mouth and couldn't say a word.

  At this time, the hanged old man kept sighing towards me, and a strong bad breath from his mouth sprayed directly at me. I suddenly covered my mouth, feeling extremely nauseous, almost vomiting. At this moment, the hanged old man leaned in closer, continuing to sigh.

  He guessed that I was in a difficult situation and said with doubt: "Do you really dislike me so much? You don't even want to listen to what I have to say?"

  I guarantee that at this moment, his mouth is less than five centimeters away from my nose. I don't know if this guy has a rotten tooth or what, but the stench is making me nauseous and I almost rolled my eyes back and fainted.

  The old man's expression became even more puzzled, and I leaned in closer: "Are you feeling unwell?"

  The smell grew thicker as he approached, a wave of nausea surged up to my head, and I felt dizzy. At this time, the old man's hanging corpse said something again, but I didn't have any mind to listen.

  Suddenly, I felt the cloth strip in my mouth being pulled away, and I abruptly opened my eyes to find the old corpse's face almost touching mine. At this moment, he was flipping up my eyelids, carefully examining inside my eyes.

  "Not sick at all, how strange." As he spoke, the hanged old man lowered his head, and that ferocious and ugly face almost came into close contact with me.

  Finally, he slightly shrunk his body, opened his mouth, and a mouthful of foul breath directly poured into my mouth. I vaguely felt that the spittle stars he sprayed out while speaking also poured in together.

  Then I tilted my head and suddenly felt a wave of dry vomiting. The old man hanging beside me said, "Did you eat something bad?"

  "You son of a bitch! How dare you speak to others with such a foul mouth? Don't you have any sense of decency?"

  The old man's corpse was taken aback, his face suddenly sank. He shrunk his body, and that face also became exceptionally ugly. At this time, I felt a bit tense in my heart, looking up at the old man's corpse, but found that he didn't care to turn his head to one side.

  Then, this guy actually covered his mouth with his hand and let out a snort. Immediately afterwards, I saw him frown.

  I was taken aback and suddenly felt that this hanged old man actually had a lovely side?

  The old man with a hanged corpse stood up again, turned his back to me once more, and his silhouette was still so desolate: "Did you see what happened yesterday? Did you see my appearance?"

  I watched his back, speechless.

  The old man hanging in the air let out a long sigh and said to himself, "Actually, I haven't been convinced by many people in my life, but you little brat have made me yield."

  "Mind your own business."

  The old man with the corpse hanging from his neck smiled and continued, "You little kid, you don't understand anything, yet you're fearless. It reminds me of myself back in the day, I was just like you, holding a kitchen knife and daring to go into the mountains to kill tigers. But in the end, we'll be the ones who suffer. For example, if you had met me, if I hadn't let you off easy, you would have died hundreds of times already."

  I said: "I don't want you to release me, just kill me directly."

  The old man with a corpse turned his head and patted my head: "Still so stubborn, forget it, didn't say that. Did you see the look on my face yesterday?"

  "I hummed a sound: 'You mustn't pretend to be pitiful in front of me, I won't be moved.'"

  The old man's corpse shook his head: "I was framed, and I was poisoned by the corpse of a thousand-year-old corpse monster. On the night of the full moon, I will become what you saw yesterday, crawling endlessly on this mountain."

  The old corpse's face twisted into a cold smile: "I was tormented by the corpse poison to the point of unbearable pain, and even this face eventually became such an ugly appearance. But I had no way to avenge myself. Over the years, I have been refining a blood corpse monster. However, it failed time and time again, and I was desperate, thoroughly desperate."

  "What's it to me? You said you wanted to talk to me, and that's all you've got to say?"

  The corpse of the old man continued to speak shamelessly: "The village where we met was originally a place for raising corpses. A Taoist priest planted five willow trees, changing this place for raising corpses. I accidentally discovered this place and then surrounded the village, cutting down the willow trees, preparing to use this place for raising corpses to refine the Blood Corpse Monster. But, just a few nights ago, the refinement of the Blood Corpse Monster failed again."

  When the old man finished saying this sentence, he was already lying on the ground, his body trembling, looking like he was in extreme pain.

  "I'm so angry, I'd eat my enemy's flesh and blood if I could. But damn it, I don't have the time."

  I coldly stared at the old man hanging from the gallows: "Stop pretending to be pitiful in front of me, what's your relationship with me?"

  The corpse of the old man suddenly turned his head fiercely: "As long as you are willing to help me avenge, I will pass on all my skills to you, let you refine the most powerful undead in the world, let you sweep across the yin and yang realms, and get endless wealth."

  I glared fiercely at the hanged old man: "What's the point of being fierce with me? Are you too naive? I'll tell you straight out, I will never help you. On the contrary, one day when I get the chance, I will kill you."

  As soon as this was said, the ugly face of the old corpse changed instantly, his eyebrows fiercely twitching. I saw his body trembling, slowly falling to the ground. But before he fell, the old corpse's face suddenly flashed a fierce and cruel expression. Then, his body straightened up again.

  I can see that he is pretending to be strong. But after hearing his words, I know that this guy is far from being as strong as I imagined. On the contrary, he is very fragile.

  The old man's body swayed for a while before finally stopping. He suddenly squatted down and untied the ropes that bound my hands and feet. Then, he waved his hand at me, but covered his own face again, turning his back on me once more.

  I glared at his back and said viciously: "If you don't kill me now, don't regret it later. Once I have the chance, I will definitely take your life."

  After finishing the sentence, I turned around and walked towards the cave. Before entering the mountain cave, I took a last look at the old man hanging in mid-air, and found that he was still standing there, his back figure desolate and bleak.

  Deep down, I actually feel a bit sympathetic towards his plight. However, I'm not the kind of person who likes to back down. Sometimes, even if I'm wrong, for the sake of saving face, I absolutely refuse to admit defeat. This is probably just human nature.

  After entering the cave, I returned to my own cave and fell asleep. When I opened my eyes again, it was already early morning on the second day.

  As soon as I opened my eyes, I heard the crying sound again. Walking out of the cave and taking a look, the girl and the child were holding onto a broken mirror and sobbing non-stop. The mirror had already been shattered into pieces, but they had glued it back together.

  As I watched them, I quietly walked over. At this time, the little brat turned around and picked up a stone from the ground, throwing it at me fiercely: "Get out of here, it's all because of you, it's all your fault that Dad is gone."

  The stone was thrown over, and I caught it in one hand. Next, I threw the stone back at that kid. With a loud "slap", the stone hit the little brat's nose directly, and his nose started bleeding instantly.

  The child let out a loud wail and squatted down on the ground.

  I ignored the kid and walked towards the girl. Staring at the mirror in her hand, I was puzzled - it's just a broken mirror, why cry so hard?

  I reached out to touch the mirror. Who knew that at this moment, the girl slapped my hand away and shouted at me: "Don't touch Dad's things."

  I stared blankly: "Are you crazy?"

  The girl's voice suddenly became dull, like a fool reciting scriptures: "Dad smashed the mirror, the mirror shattered, Dad smashed the mirror, and people were also shattered."