Chapter 51: The Old Man's Corpse Completely Transforms

  Just as I was thrown into the pool, the old corpse suddenly went mad, standing on the shore, waving his hands and muttering strange words in his mouth.

  He muttered something, but I had completely lost the heart to listen, because at the moment I was thrown into the pool. All I felt was a thorough chill that suddenly came towards me, like needles stabbing, like knives chopping, like countless ants biting.

  A searing pain made me involuntarily convulse all over, open my mouth wide and let out a mad, mournful cry.

  For a moment, due to the pain, I felt my whole body start cramping, and my brain couldn't think at all. Faintly, I saw the old man hanging on the shore singing and dancing. Then, I lost consciousness. Or rather, my consciousness was completely used up in fighting against the pain.

  In a daze, several days and nights passed. I saw the sky brighten and darken alternately. Every time it darkened, many people would appear on the shore, howling at me and wailing at me.

  When the sky brightened, those people were gone. I saw the old man hanging from the tree again, jumping non-stop. And I, had completely lost all feeling in my body, if not for my strong willpower, I would have long been in agony, seeing King Yan's face.

  I don't know how many days have passed, in a daze, I saw the old corpse walking to the pool and shouting my name. With my last consciousness, I controlled myself and scolded him loudly. The old corpse smiled at me and said something, then I saw him take out a net and scoop me out of the water.

  The moment the net touched my body, I felt as if it had lightly and easily pierced into my flesh. A wave of unbearable pain surged up to my head, everything went black before my eyes, and I knew nothing more.

  In the pitch-black world, I felt the gates of hell in front of me several times. The pain made me unable to hold on any longer. In my daze, I heard someone calling my name, and every time I wanted to give up on living, that call would come again, waking me up.

  I managed to get through it bit by bit, and the pain on my body surprisingly decreased a lot. The pitch-black world also gradually became clearer. Finally, I opened my eyes.

  However, my vision was still blurry, a deep red. In this crimson world, I saw an old and blurry face approaching me, shouting at me. Seeing this face, I couldn't recall who he was at all, and I couldn't respond to him either.

  I lay there for half a month. Every day, I watched the sky turn dark and then light again, watching that old man approach me, even helping me clean up my stool.

  In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed. The pain on my body had finally subsided a lot, and my confused mind had also gradually regained its clarity. I began to recall everything. At this moment, the old man with a haggard face who was approaching me from the mountain was the Hanging Corpse Old Man.

  Half a month later, I started to regain consciousness, but I still couldn't move. It wasn't that I couldn't move, it's just that with even the slightest movement, I would feel a piercing pain. Even when a gust of wind blew through the cave, I felt like my skin was being scalded by boiling water.

  During this time, I saw the old man hanging in the air every day appearing at the entrance of my cave, feeding me water and shouting my name.

  In the blink of an eye, another ten or so days have passed. In these ten or so days, my consciousness has become increasingly clear, and I can now open my mouth to speak. Although my body still hurts severely, I can slightly move most of my limbs.

  Every time the old corpse comes to my bedside, feeding me water and I can speak, I scold him loudly. The scolding is very unpleasant, using all the abusive words I can think of. If my body could move, I swear, I would definitely get up and kill the old corpse, and then throw his flesh to feed the dogs.

  But at this moment, I can only scold. And as I scolded, sometimes I was actually speechless, and after scolding a few times, I was actually tongue-tied.

  I find myself like a resentful wife.

  The corpse-like old man was scolded by me, but he didn't react at all. Sometimes, when he was feeding me water, he would deliberately touch a certain part of my body. I let out a painful scream, and the corpse-like old man pretended to be nervous: "Nothing's wrong, really sorry."

  As he said that, he might stretch out his hand to touch me. As soon as he touched me, my head buzzed with a loud noise, and a piercing pain made me lose consciousness instantly.

  In a daze, I heard the old man hanging in mid-air scolding me loudly: "It's just pain, are you dead? If not, don't pretend to be dead in front of me."

  I gritted my teeth tightly, staring dead at the hanged old man. I vowed that if I stood up, one of us would fall between him and me. This time, it's real.

  These days of unbearable pain have probably passed for ten more days. In these ten days, my body has gradually recovered and I can barely move again until finally being able to get out of bed.

  At this moment, I suddenly found that my entire skin had completely turned blood red. In the midst of that crimson hue, there was a faint hint of blackness. Moreover, on my bed, layer upon layer of skin had been shed, and those layers had all withered and hardened.

  I saw that my skin was no longer human-like, and my body froze instantly. Suddenly feeling a wave of weakness and panic, I had a guess in my heart - was this hanged old man taking revenge on me? Wanting to make me the same as him, neither human nor ghost?

  The next day, when the hanged old man brought a bowl of water to my bedside, I mustered all my strength and suddenly crawled out of bed, then bit down on the old man's neck.

  As a result, the old man reacted extremely quickly and slapped me away with one palm. Thrown onto the bed, I felt like my whole body was going to fall apart.

  I pointed at him and scolded loudly: "Why don't you just kill me directly, how long do you want to torture me, what have you done to me, how did you turn me into this?"

  The hanged old man looked at me, and was actually silent. It wasn't until now that I noticed the old man's face had become even more terrifying than before. Not only was it ugly, but there were also fangs growing in his mouth, and the pupils in his eyes had shrunk to a size similar to those of a cat.

  He stretched out his hand, pressed me down with one palm, and turned to leave. Before leaving the cave, I said to him with my back to him: "If I wanted to kill you, you would have died more than a hundred times by now. Perhaps your soul has also been tortured by me to the point of being worse than death. Xiao Sen, take a closer look at everything I've done to you, and see if it's really harming you."

  After he finished speaking, the old man walked away. I lay in bed, feeling helpless.

  It's been about four or five days, and I can finally get out of bed and walk around with the support of a wall. At this point, I noticed that my skin tone had lightened up a bit, not as terrifying as before.

  I walked out of the cave and saw that the world outside was just as it had always been. However, after searching the entire cave, I couldn't find the old man's corpse.

  It wasn't until then that I suddenly came to my senses, and suddenly remembered that the hanging corpse old man had not appeared in the past five days. I suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly ran towards the hanging corpse cave. As soon as I entered the hanging corpse cave, the light became dim and pitch black.

  On the walls all around, some corpses were hanging everywhere, and those corpses were still twitching convulsively.

  And I saw, just on the floor of the Hanging Corpse Cave, a person lying motionless, it was the Hanging Corpse Old Man. I felt a sense of unease in my heart, and the terrifying face of the Hanging Corpse Old Man flashed through my mind.

  I walked slowly towards him and stopped in front of the hanged old man. I looked down and saw that the old man's eyes were wide open, his mouth slightly ajar, and to my surprise, there was no sign of life left in him.

  I shouted at him: "Hanging Corpse Old Man."

  However, the old man hanging on the ground did not react at all. I suddenly panicked, shouted his name, and stretched out my hand to check his breath. As a result, just as the old man's hand turned over, he grabbed my hand with an endless force.

  I struggled with all my might, and my back felt a chill. Because I saw that just as the hanged old man grabbed my hand, he actually opened his mouth and bit towards my hand.

  He was clearly a corpse at this moment.

  I suddenly felt a surge of panic, and at the same time I struggled desperately. Just then, the corpse-like old man's whole body shook, and his mouth, which was about to bite my hand, stopped.

  He turned his head to look at me, his face completely devoid of any human color, and his voice was even weaker: "Xiao Sen?"

  I hastily withdrew my hand and retreated quickly. Then, I shrank into the corner, watching him with some tension. At this moment, the appearance of the hanged old man was really too terrifying. I had never thought that this powerful and evil old man would become like this.

  Honestly, I think he looks very pitiful now.

  "I must look very ugly now." The old man hanging from the gallows said.

  I said: "Do you still ask? It's not just ugly, it's terrifying."

  The old man hanging from the gallows laughed: "It doesn't matter anymore, I don't care about it. Soon, I will know nothing at all, so what's ugly?"

  The old man hanging in front of me looked at me and said: "Honestly tell me, do you hate me? I brought you up the mountain and imprisoned you on the mountain."

  "What did you say?"

  The old man's corpse smiled again: "Then go down the mountain, never come back, I can only say sorry to you. I..."

  As he said this, the old man's face suddenly became ferocious. He turned his head and stared at me with a fierce gaze: "Hurry up and leave, don't stay in the Hanging Corpse Cave anymore."

  At this moment, the hanged old man fell to the ground with a loud wail, his voice was deafening and made people's ears numb. And I saw that the old man's mouth began to bleed continuously, and those few fangs were growing longer.

  I was shocked and quickly ran out of the cave. As I ran, I looked back and saw the old man lying on the ground, rolling around in agony. Suddenly, he stopped rolling and got up from the ground, let out two loud wails, and crawled into the darkness.

  I cowered at the entrance of the cave, feeling a little frightened. Now it's broad daylight, and the hanged old man has actually become a zombie. Has he completely turned into an undead creature?

  At this moment, I suddenly felt a little sad. I looked in the direction of the old man's corpse, and only felt my heart aching wave after wave.

  "A corpse of an old man." I couldn't help but shout out, however, in the pitch-black cave, there was no response.