Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 275: Chapter 236: Harmony and Beauty in the Family

Old Man Song ate a lot, so naturally, he vomited a lot. Seeing those half-digested chunks of food mix with stomach acid into a nauseating, sticky mess, Wang Longhui felt a tickle in his throat and nearly threw up himself.

Old Man Song didn’t seem to mind. After force-feeding one, he would move on to the next. If a son vomited, he would catch it with his hand and stuff it back in.

Soon, he had force-fed three people, and Old Man Song’s swollen belly gradually deflated.

After feeding the last man, Old Man Song wiped his mouth, smeared with filth, and ordered the already terrified Wang Longhui, "Your turn, you help me feed my daughter."

Wang Longhui was pushed into a corner, but he hadn’t eaten anything at all just now. There was nothing in his stomach. Even if he wanted to vomit, he couldn’t.

Old Man Song stood right behind Wang Longhui, imposing immense pressure on him. Seeing that Wang Longhui heaved but couldn’t vomit anything, Old Man Song’s voice grew cold, "Why won’t you feed my daughter? Are you looking down on this old man?"

"No, it’s... it’s because I didn’t eat anything just now." Wang Longhui was close to tears, "I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Old Man Song, I’ll eat right now!"

"Too late! I already told you, but you refused to eat, you just deliberately won’t take care of my children!" Old Man Song’s face twisted ferociously, his eyes terrifyingly bulging out, "Why? Why won’t you do as I wish! Just like my children, you have no heart, looking down on me because I’m an old invalid, disregarding my words!"

"Damn it, you all deserve to die!!" Old Man Song was hysterical now, his roaring voice nearly bursting Wang Longhui’s eardrums.

Wang Longhui, hardened by desperation, immediately flipped the table at Old Man Song and turned to rush toward the door. He had only taken a few steps when a heavy blow struck his back, sending him flying like a sack hitting the ground behind the door. It was the black iron pot that hit him, almost shattering his spine.

Wang Longhui’s mouth and nose gushed blood, but he still struggled laboriously on the ground, reaching for the door, inching upward, hoping to open the handle and possibly find a chance of survival. frёeωebɳovel.com

But the next second, staggering footsteps approached from behind, and a cane broke his hand. Without support, Wang Longhui fell to the ground, issuing a miserable howl.

Old Man Song squatted down, rummaging over Wang Longhui’s body, quickly finding the 5 yuan hidden in his pocket—Wang Longhui’s entire savings.

"What’s this pittance good for? You don’t have the slightest intent to compensate!" Old Man Song sneered, "My daughter’s legs are of no use, we might as well use your young legs, as compensation. You can also be my son. Don’t worry, once you’re my son, we are family, and dad will take good care of you."

"No! I don’t want it!!"

In his dire circumstances, Wang Longhui suddenly erupted with a fierce strength, trying to struggle up from the ground. But the next second, the cane smashed down hard, striking right on the back of his head, and blood immediately sprayed out.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

Three blows in succession opened a large gash in the back of Wang Longhui’s head, blood continually oozing out. Gradually, his expression shifted from terror to a vacant smile, blood mixing with saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth, "Heh, heh heh heh..."

Dragged back to the dining table by the limping Old Man Song, and secured with wide tape, Wang Longhui became a new member of this large family, under the witness of the other four children.

...

The next morning, everyone met outside the security room, and after a long wait, Wang Longhui never appeared again.

"Huff—" Fu Xuechang, looking rather awful with just a tank top on, showing off his well-built muscles, twisted his neck to glance at the dark corridors of the apartment building and exhaled a turbid breath, "Let’s not wait for him anymore. It seems he didn’t survive."

It was an obvious fact, but Fu Xuechang was the first to bluntly state it, which made Cheng Ya, who was hiding at the back of the group, shiver violently.

As usual, there was an envelope stuck to the door of the security room, with a fresh blood handprint on it. After opening it, there were still two letters inside.

The first letter was written as if by Old Man Song from room 9034. The messy handwriting fully conveyed Old Man Song’s indignation. Everyone gathered around and struggled for a long time to partly read and partly guess the content of the letter.

Such terrible handwriting was even worse than that of a kindergartner. Yang Xiao even wondered if Old Man Song’s arms were patched on afterwards.

Old Man Song first complimented Wang Linghui’s cooking skills, then abruptly changed the subject, pointing out that, although skilled in cooking, the man lacked good character, acted insincerely, and was devoid of kindness. He showed disdain upon seeing Old Man Song as a useless, lonely old man and even refused to help take care of his daughter, which was utterly heartless and cruel. It was hard to believe he had ever trusted him so much.

However, Old Man Song also comforted everyone, saying he had reconciled with Wang Longhui. Although Wang Longhui didn’t have enough money to compensate, he wanted to show his remorse by agreeing to become his fourth son and dutifully serve at his knee. Old Man Song also promised to continue to educate him, care for him, and nurture him as if he were his own flesh and blood.

"Nurture?" Tong Han frowned—this word sounded strange.

Yang Xiao went further, pointing out that the strangest thing wasn’t this point, but the fact that Old Man Song, supposedly a lonely old man, was requesting Wang Longhui to take care of his daughter, even wanting Wang Longhui to become his fourth son.

"It couldn’t be that everyone lured into the room ultimately becomes his son, could it?" Li Qingxuan boldly speculated.

Whether they, the ones still alive, mattered anymore was not important. After all, Wang Longhui had died, and the task had failed. This letter was empty—there wasn’t a single 5 yuan note inside.

Yang Xiao leaned in close to the letter and sniffed. There was an acidic, stinky odor on it, and some grease stains were also present on the paper. He deduced that Old Man Song might have been eating while writing this letter.

That’s right, Wang Longhui had been called over to cook for the lonely Old Man Song.

Mo Daidai adjusted his glasses and spoke languidly, "Wang Longhui should have had at least 5 yuan on him, yet Old Man Song claims he didn’t have enough money to compensate. It seems that the compensation for failing the assigned task is more than 5 yuan." freewёbnoνel.com

Then everyone turned to look at the other letter, which was addressed to Yang Xiao. The envelope looked bulging, not like it contained just a few sheets of paper.

When the letter was opened, a bunch of colorful money and coins they had never seen before in the tasks tumbled out, clinking as they hit the floor.

"Nobody move!"

Yang Xiao warned, then immediately squatted down to carefully pick up every cent that belonged to him, with denominations ranging from 5 yuan bills to the smallest 10-cent coins.

The coins were very new, as if they had just been pried out of a child’s piggy bank.