Staring for too long at the Old Man's tentacle-covered face somehow made Yu Jing feel a surge of madness, which was quickly dispelled by the "Divine Pivot."
"Who are you, senior?"
Yu Jing asked respectfully.
"You're Hastur's successor, yet you don't even recognize me... Could it be that Hastur is already dead? Did you inherit his legacy by chance?"
"No... Mister Hastur is imprisoned in the time-compression zone of the Deep Space Prison. He's already spent ten million years there and has become somewhat senile, so he can't remember many things clearly. Not long ago, he was rescued from the prison. These days, he's obsessed with typing words and can't tear himself away."
After hearing this, the Old Man could not help laughing loudly.
"Senile after ten million years of imprisonment! Hahaha, that's truly satisfying... Come with me, kid! Hastur and I used to be 'close friends.' Judging by the way you look, this is your first time in Evil City, right? I'll tell you some necessary information. Otherwise, you might get yourselves sacrificed on the spot by that perverted city lord after causing trouble."
After saying this, all the tentacles protruding from the Old Man's seven orifices withdrew into his body. He transformed into a skinny, yellow-skinned old farmer with a gaunt appearance and walked toward a street with relatively little traffic.
Close friends... Yu Jing felt that such a term should not be associated with Hastur, that scammer.
More likely, this Old Man had known Hastur before he became a god—or was one of Hastur's enemies, creditors, or something similar.
Considering that Dean Qian was backing him, Yu Jing was not too afraid that the other party would use any underhanded tricks.
"Dean Qian?" Yu Jing transmitted his voice to ask for her opinion.
"Let's follow him. The