Infinite Doomsday Escape

Chapter 120 The Old Man
The gate of the ancestral hall was closed tightly, and Lan Xiaye couldn't shake the fragile wooden door even if he tried to hit it vigorously.

"Can't you open it?" Qiangwei motioned for Lan Xiaye to get out of the way. She took out a bazooka and pointed it at the wooden door.

Lan Xiaye and Liang Bowen hid far away, only hearing a bang, the whole house shook, but the wooden door remained motionless, and even Qiangwei's arm, which was shaken by the bazooka's recoil, was numb and trembling slightly.

Physical attacks were useless, and spell damage was immune. The three of them gave up the violent door-breaking method and began to look for other ways, fumbling here and there to try to find some secret door.

Lan Xiaye walked to the top of the ancestral hall, lifted the incense burner filled with soot, touched it, and found that it was solid.

After searching around, the three of them carefully surveyed every inch of the ground.

Then only the huge portrait remained unchecked.

Qiangwei directed the silk thread to wrap around the portrait, trying to pull it down, suddenly an arm stretched out from the portrait, grabbed Qiangwei and threw her to the edge of the room.

There it is, this arm!

Everyone's spirits lifted, Lan Xiaye researched a new move, narrowing the scope of the time pause to one person, it will greatly save her spiritual power and extend the time of the pause.

Now that she has trapped her arm with a supernatural power, Qiangwei got up from the ground, her eyes were sharp, and she directly opened her subconscious mind.

A huge portrait emerges from behind her. Strangely, unlike the subconscious minds of other taskers, Qiangwei's subconscious gigantic portrait has no specific facial features.

The huge portrait has a transparent texture, and the facial features are blurred.

Qiangwei's subconscious raised her hands lightly, and countless transparent silk threads spread towards her arms.

Those silk threads easily bound the arms, and then a miniaturized toy puppet appeared in Qiangwei's subconscious hand, which was hung by the thin silk threads, and the end of the thread was connected to the fingers of the subconscious mind.

The huge fingers danced, causing the toy puppet to babble and wriggle.

The owner of the arm was dragged out of the portrait with a swipe, and this was actually an acquaintance!
"Damn, why are you hanging again!" The old man's limbs were tied with silk threads, and his hands were hoisted in parallel by the silk threads.

When Qiangwei's subconscious mind existed, her pretty face was indifferent, and she looked at the old man expressionlessly.

The subconscious mind gently removed the legs of the puppet in his hand, and the old man wailed, and the legs disappeared out of thin air.

Lan Xiaye's legs felt cold, and her assessment of Qiangwei's strength rose again and again.

This move was really weird and powerful, and the old man wailed, "Don't tear it down, old man, I won't run away."

Qiangwei's eyes paused, and her subconscious mind disappeared.

The old man was still hanging by those silk threads and unable to move, Lan Xiaye walked forward with a smile, "Can you talk to us properly now?"

"Tell me, what do you ask, and what do I answer."

Lan Xiaye raised her eyebrows, "Stop lying?"

"No more, no more."

After Qiangwei awakened her subconscious mind, she stood aside with a pale face and watched Lan Xiaye interrogate the old man. In order to prevent the old man from escaping, she kept maintaining the ability control of the silk thread.

Lan Xiaye, who was interrogating the old man with one heart and observing Qiangwei with the other, frowned quietly, and then showed a bright smile.

"Then let's start with those monsters."

The old man nodded again and again, "Those monsters will only appear at sunrise. One of their eyes will look at you. Once they look at you, your soul will be sucked away by them."

After speaking, the old man looked at Lan Xiaye eagerly, afraid that she would be dissatisfied.

In fact, Lan Xiaye was really dissatisfied, she said without a smile, "Is that all? Are you sure there is nothing else to add?"

The old man's frown became more severe, showing a miserable expression. He lowered his white hair and revealed, deliberately showing his old appearance, "Is there anything else to add?"

None of the taskers present would be deceived by his weak appearance, and stared at him with a smile.

The old man's eyelids twitched, and he had no choice but to tell the truth, "The flesh of those killed by them will suddenly flatten."

He said don't sneak a look at the faces of the taskers, and found that none of them showed any surprised expressions, so he knew it.

"This is because the rocks from the monsters were transferred to them, which crushed their bodies."

After saying this, the old man lost his voice again. It was like squeezing toothpaste. He had to be urged or forced to squeeze out new clues bit by bit.

Qiangwei became impatient, raised a silk thread and yanked him, "Say it quickly if you don't want to die."

The old man shivered and smiled flatteringly, "The rocks on these monsters are not armor to protect them. In fact, these thick rocks constrain their movements, making them unable to hunt easily, and their strength is greatly reduced."

"Whenever they kill a person, the rocks on their bodies are transferred to the killed person in the form of a soul, suppressing the body, which is why the body is flattened."

Lan Xiaye asked: "What would happen if the rocks on them disappeared?"

The old man parted his lips viciously and laughed loudly, "Then you just wait to die!"

Lan Xiaye's face remained unchanged, and she said calmly, "Okay, next question."

The old man withdrew his smile, and looked at Lan Xiaye expressionlessly, his wrinkled face collapsed, his whole person looked gloomy and strange, but this didn't scare Lan Xiaye.

"What is your identity? Now that we know about dead farmers and monsters, what about you? What are you? You have always been malicious towards us but kept giving us some small reminders."

The old man chuckled: "I don't have any identity, I'm just an ordinary old man."

"He is not, he is a collection of souls and resentments here." Liang Bowen reminded loudly.

The old man's face froze, "You all know everything and still come to ask the old man what I do?"

The old man couldn't tell the truth for a long time. It would be better to ask Liang Bowen if you asked him. Lan Xiaye turned around and asked, "A collection of souls and resentments?"

Liang Bowen immediately explained: "This place is a place of extinction, and there is no living person except us missionaries."

Liang Bowen's words were like a thunderbolt, tearing apart the appearance of this place.

There is no living person here, so what is behind the old man?
Lan Xiaye's back felt faintly cold, and suddenly seeing the old man's eyes were gloomy and cold.

"Stop talking!" The old man waved his arms vigorously, Qiangwei's own strength could not completely restrain the old man, now the old man struggled desperately, and easily let him break free from the silk thread.

A tear slowly fell on the old man's old face, and the opposite of the soft tears was his extremely cold eyes.

"I saved you, not for you to study me, cherish the present, at least you are still alive." The old man said something specious, and disappeared in place.

(End of this chapter)