The Fatty couldn't see, but he could hear a teeth-grating sound, like someone scraping hard with a spoon. Then came a brief struggle and the sound of kicking.
It went without saying that Gao Yanqing, who had been pestering him, was enduring inhuman torture. But the Fatty couldn't understand how he was clenching his teeth and not screaming.
The sounds came and went quickly. As the terrifying chill nearby faded, the Fatty was sure the old man blocking the road had left. He groped his way forward for a while longer before daring to open his eyes.
Sure enough, the old man who gouged out eyes had disappeared. But Gao Yanqing had now reappeared. Even though the Fatty had prepared himself, the sight of Gao Yanqing still made his heart clench painfully.
Gao Yanqing's upper and lower body were clearly out of alignment, divided at the waist by a huge wound. For the moment, his body had been pieced back together, but purplish-blue intestines trailed on the ground. His internal organs were faintly visible through the wound. What caught the Fatty's attention most was Gao Yanqing's face: his eyeballs had been gouged out, leaving two bloody holes, and a sharp blade had slit the corners of his mouth, exposing his hideous oral cavity. Even his tongue had disappeared.
No wonder he hadn't heard any screams just now. The Fatty finally understood why.
Although Gao Yanqing had no eyes, the Fatty could sense that his hostility toward him had grown even stronger. Gradually, the Fatty also noticed that Gao Yanqing had changed. He wasn't content to follow behind him anymore; instead, he was copying his every move. When the Fatty walked forward, Gao Yanqing walked too. When the Fatty stopped, Gao Yanqing stopped as well.
The Fatty held a lantern in