Chapter 168 Let Me Eat my Fill
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“Luckily, the three psychics before me didn't die, but they should be entangled downstairs by the weirdness now,”
On the fourth floor of Building Four, Minghua Community, Yang Xuan was walking on the long staircase, holding a white lantern to illuminate the surroundings.
Through the words of the old man, he received a lot of information.
Time passes by minute by minute.
In the hallway, opposite to Yang Xuan, a shriveled old man was blocking the way up the stairs, and there was also a blood-colored tree blocking the way.
In the entire fourth floor, Yang Xuanhei can't see most of the items beyond three meters, and now there is only one person, one monster, and one tree in the building.
"As long as you fulfill my one request, I will let you go upstairs. How about it, my request is very simple!"
The old man looked at Yang Xuan with a faint gaze, the firewood knife in his hand had been stuck at his waist, looking like an ordinary rural old man.
Standing next to the tree, one hand still in a bone state, blood still lingering at the corner of the mouth, eyes seeming to contain greed.
“What on earth is this creature?”
Yang Xuan held the lantern, feeling a chill all over his body, and suddenly felt that this old man was not very smart.
The creature was obviously restraining something, and now it was determined to negotiate with Yang Xuan. He was very clear about this.
The scene of the old man gnawing on hand bones with wood chips still in his mouth was unforgettable, and Yang Xuan would not underestimate the monster in front of him.
Moreover, negotiating with a powerful and bizarre creature?
Yang Xuan had never encountered such a demanding and conditional bizarre before, which made him treat it with caution.
He stepped back without any change in expression, and asked calmly, "Oh, what request?"
The old man cleared his throat a few times, his eyes flashing with green light, and said in a hoarse voice, "Just let me eat my fill."
It touched its withered belly and said in a hateful tone:
"I'm so hungry. As long as you can give me something to eat, anything will do. Just let me eat until I'm full!"
"Eating?"
Yang Xuan did not expect that the old man would have such a request, and suddenly he realized it.
Just now, that old man's greedy eating of sawdust and the satisfaction of gnawing on the meat in his hand, it's obvious that he is hungry!
With the emaciated and frail body of an old person, along with that greenish gaze, it was clearly the image of a starving ghost from folklore.
This reminded Yang Xuan of the information he had previously looked up online, he remembered seeing records about starving ghosts.
After a person starves to death? Will become a ghost with shiny green eyes? It's hard to eat enough rice and meat chunks, can only eat soil and tree bark? As well as records of all kinds of sundries.
This is some shabby rule in the hell.
Being starved to death represents poverty. Eating rich food cannot make you full? Will you only get hungrier the more you eat? Only by eating things that represent poverty can you feel full.
Since you starved to death, you are lazy and useless, and can only eat the leftover scraps that people couldn't eat before they died.
This rule is so messed up. It's so heartless. It's very much in line with the style of the underworld, with no room for negotiation.
So, the old man kept peeling bark off the trees to eat, which seems to make sense. In front of emotions, the old man is a powerful hungry ghost.
"Are you a hungry ghost?"
"Yeah."
In the darkness? A fierce madness appeared on the old man's cheeks: "If you can make me full, I will immediately let you go upstairs."
“If I can't solve my stomach problem? I'll eat you, and fill my stomach with you.”
The old man said, looking at the blood-red tree beside him, as if recalling something, his face struggling continuously.
It began to cry? Shedding tears of blood? It seems particularly happy, with a hint of madness.
It said in a hoarse and pitiful voice, "Do you know?"
“Do you know the feeling of being hungry? It is a dual suffering of both nerves and body, and you just want to eat everything in front of you.”
“Hungry, the more you eat, the hungrier you get!”
“我饿了几十年，你懂吗，就是那种浑身上下所有东西都告诉你很饿很饿，告诉你必须吃东西！”
老人越说越气愤，眼睛的绿光越来越凶，身体隐隐约约在颤抖。
In the corridor, its breath is already that of a fierce ghost, belonging to the legendary starving ghost from folklore.
"In my previous life, in that society, the village had nothing, no food, and no solution,"
"Many, many people starved to death, and I was one of them. I starved to death in a mountain ditch eating tree bark."
"After I died, maybe because I had eaten tree bark, this tree has been following me. I have a feeling that once I eat it, I will be able to be free."
The old man pointed to the ancient tree beside him, pointing to the bloody branches and leaves on it, his face contorted.
He fiercely chopped off the sawdust with a hatchet, then gobbled it up, crying while eating, cursing with a hoarse voice:
"Why can't I finish eating, I'm trying so hard!"
"But every time I eat a bit of it, it grows back, no matter how much tree bark I eat, I can't finish it."
"And this damn big tree keeps growing, the more it grows, the bigger it gets, why is this happening, I never wasted a single grain of food in my life, and now I have to endure this pain after death!"
Listening to the old man's words, Yang Xuan's hands holding the lantern were trembling, and he didn't know how to respond for a moment.
He could already imagine a terrifying scene.
Decades ago, an old man starved to death on the roadside, only to discover that he didn't truly die, but became a spirit instead.
Turned into a hungering soul that can never be satisfied.
Accompanied by a tree, the soul can never be satiated with anything else, only by consuming tree bark, wood shavings, or dirt can it appease its hunger.
So it, with a seemingly endless supply of firewood, wielded the axe day after day, year after year, causing endless pain.
The trees could regenerate after being cut down, but the hunger of the soul would always accompany it. It did not know when it could be satisfied, and it was constantly starving.
This is also why the old man was so desperate to swallow the sawdust earlier, he was too hungry!
"Is it really so terrifying after death?"
Yang Xuan seemed to sense the malice from the gates of the underworld, while also feeling fortunate to live in the current society of Daxia.
Nowadays, the Great Xia Dynasty is strong and peaceful. Although not everyone is wealthy, at least there are not too many people starving to death.
With Grandpa Yuan's rice, this society is undoubtedly blessed. In the old days, during famines, many people would die easily.
“In the future, you must never waste food, no, not even a bit!”
Yang Xuan was still pondering, but the old man across from him already showed a pair of green eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Can you make sure I eat my fill?"
"Just feed me enough for now, I'm not picky. A few tens of your weight should keep me from being hungry for a while."
The old man spoke, and the air around him suddenly turned icy, with a mysterious presence that made one's scalp tingle.
Yang Xuan, holding a lantern, with white light flickering, his young face looking rather pale.
Through the light, he noticed that the old man opposite had already picked up a firewood knife and was staring at him with saliva dripping from his mouth.
The old man appears calm on the surface, but he may have already figured out thousands of ways to swallow Yang Xuan alive behind the scenes.
"The fourth level, this level is really difficult to get through."
"You need to let me feed a starving ghost, if it were someone else, they probably wouldn't have prepared anything and wouldn't have anything to feed the starving ghost."
"There's nothing for a starving ghost to eat, so naturally it'll die, but it seems like I have something"
Yang Xuan was not panicked, with a calm expression on his face, "Do you want to eat something that weighs tens of times my weight? I can try."
"To give it a try?"
"Yes, would you feel full if you ate soil? I mean, the kind of stuff that's like bricks."
On the fourth floor of Building Four, Minghua Community, Yang Xuan was walking on the long staircase, holding a white lantern to illuminate the surroundings.
Through the words of the old man, he received a lot of information.
Time passes by minute by minute.
In the hallway, opposite to Yang Xuan, a shriveled old man was blocking the way up the stairs, and there was also a blood-colored tree blocking the way.
In the entire fourth floor, Yang Xuanhei can't see most of the items beyond three meters, and now there is only one person, one monster, and one tree in the building.
"As long as you fulfill my one request, I will let you go upstairs. How about it, my request is very simple!"
The old man looked at Yang Xuan with a faint gaze, the firewood knife in his hand had been stuck at his waist, looking like an ordinary rural old man.
Standing next to the tree, one hand still in a bone state, blood still lingering at the corner of the mouth, eyes seeming to contain greed.
“What on earth is this creature?”
Yang Xuan held the lantern, feeling a chill all over his body, and suddenly felt that this old man was not very smart.
The creature was obviously restraining something, and now it was determined to negotiate with Yang Xuan. He was very clear about this.
The scene of the old man gnawing on hand bones with wood chips still in his mouth was unforgettable, and Yang Xuan would not underestimate the monster in front of him.
Moreover, negotiating with a powerful and bizarre creature?
Yang Xuan had never encountered such a demanding and conditional bizarre before, which made him treat it with caution.
He stepped back without any change in expression, and asked calmly, "Oh, what request?"
The old man cleared his throat a few times, his eyes flashing with green light, and said in a hoarse voice, "Just let me eat my fill."
It touched its withered belly and said in a hateful tone:
"I'm so hungry. As long as you can give me something to eat, anything will do. Just let me eat until I'm full!"
"Eating?"
Yang Xuan did not expect that the old man would have such a request, and suddenly he realized it.
Just now, that old man's greedy eating of sawdust and the satisfaction of gnawing on the meat in his hand, it's obvious that he is hungry!
With the emaciated and frail body of an old person, along with that greenish gaze, it was clearly the image of a starving ghost from folklore.
This reminded Yang Xuan of the information he had previously looked up online, he remembered seeing records about starving ghosts.
After a person starves to death? Will become a ghost with shiny green eyes? It's hard to eat enough rice and meat chunks, can only eat soil and tree bark? As well as records of all kinds of sundries.
This is some shabby rule in the hell.
Being starved to death represents poverty. Eating rich food cannot make you full? Will you only get hungrier the more you eat? Only by eating things that represent poverty can you feel full.
Since you starved to death, you are lazy and useless, and can only eat the leftover scraps that people couldn't eat before they died.
This rule is so messed up. It's so heartless. It's very much in line with the style of the underworld, with no room for negotiation.
So, the old man kept peeling bark off the trees to eat, which seems to make sense. In front of emotions, the old man is a powerful hungry ghost.
"Are you a hungry ghost?"
"Yeah."
In the darkness? A fierce madness appeared on the old man's cheeks: "If you can make me full, I will immediately let you go upstairs."
“If I can't solve my stomach problem? I'll eat you, and fill my stomach with you.”
The old man said, looking at the blood-red tree beside him, as if recalling something, his face struggling continuously.
It began to cry? Shedding tears of blood? It seems particularly happy, with a hint of madness.
It said in a hoarse and pitiful voice, "Do you know?"
“Do you know the feeling of being hungry? It is a dual suffering of both nerves and body, and you just want to eat everything in front of you.”
“Hungry, the more you eat, the hungrier you get!”
“我饿了几十年，你懂吗，就是那种浑身上下所有东西都告诉你很饿很饿，告诉你必须吃东西！”
老人越说越气愤，眼睛的绿光越来越凶，身体隐隐约约在颤抖。
In the corridor, its breath is already that of a fierce ghost, belonging to the legendary starving ghost from folklore.
"In my previous life, in that society, the village had nothing, no food, and no solution,"
"Many, many people starved to death, and I was one of them. I starved to death in a mountain ditch eating tree bark."
"After I died, maybe because I had eaten tree bark, this tree has been following me. I have a feeling that once I eat it, I will be able to be free."
The old man pointed to the ancient tree beside him, pointing to the bloody branches and leaves on it, his face contorted.
He fiercely chopped off the sawdust with a hatchet, then gobbled it up, crying while eating, cursing with a hoarse voice:
"Why can't I finish eating, I'm trying so hard!"
"But every time I eat a bit of it, it grows back, no matter how much tree bark I eat, I can't finish it."
"And this damn big tree keeps growing, the more it grows, the bigger it gets, why is this happening, I never wasted a single grain of food in my life, and now I have to endure this pain after death!"
Listening to the old man's words, Yang Xuan's hands holding the lantern were trembling, and he didn't know how to respond for a moment.
He could already imagine a terrifying scene.
Decades ago, an old man starved to death on the roadside, only to discover that he didn't truly die, but became a spirit instead.
Turned into a hungering soul that can never be satisfied.
Accompanied by a tree, the soul can never be satiated with anything else, only by consuming tree bark, wood shavings, or dirt can it appease its hunger.
So it, with a seemingly endless supply of firewood, wielded the axe day after day, year after year, causing endless pain.
The trees could regenerate after being cut down, but the hunger of the soul would always accompany it. It did not know when it could be satisfied, and it was constantly starving.
This is also why the old man was so desperate to swallow the sawdust earlier, he was too hungry!
"Is it really so terrifying after death?"
Yang Xuan seemed to sense the malice from the gates of the underworld, while also feeling fortunate to live in the current society of Daxia.
Nowadays, the Great Xia Dynasty is strong and peaceful. Although not everyone is wealthy, at least there are not too many people starving to death.
With Grandpa Yuan's rice, this society is undoubtedly blessed. In the old days, during famines, many people would die easily.
“In the future, you must never waste food, no, not even a bit!”
Yang Xuan was still pondering, but the old man across from him already showed a pair of green eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Can you make sure I eat my fill?"
"Just feed me enough for now, I'm not picky. A few tens of your weight should keep me from being hungry for a while."
The old man spoke, and the air around him suddenly turned icy, with a mysterious presence that made one's scalp tingle.
Yang Xuan, holding a lantern, with white light flickering, his young face looking rather pale.
Through the light, he noticed that the old man opposite had already picked up a firewood knife and was staring at him with saliva dripping from his mouth.
The old man appears calm on the surface, but he may have already figured out thousands of ways to swallow Yang Xuan alive behind the scenes.
"The fourth level, this level is really difficult to get through."
"You need to let me feed a starving ghost, if it were someone else, they probably wouldn't have prepared anything and wouldn't have anything to feed the starving ghost."
"There's nothing for a starving ghost to eat, so naturally it'll die, but it seems like I have something"
Yang Xuan was not panicked, with a calm expression on his face, "Do you want to eat something that weighs tens of times my weight? I can try."
"To give it a try?"
"Yes, would you feel full if you ate soil? I mean, the kind of stuff that's like bricks."