Chapter 131: Fatal Flip

Witnessing the scene of the ponytail woman taking off her skin.

Wu Xian suddenly understood.

Why they were attacked by malevolent entities at the Guest Room grave yesterday.

Because the malevolent entities also need human skin!

So they would choose places where there was no interference from the Liu Mansion's forces, such as the "Guest Room grave," to launch attacks on the living people inside.

If the malevolent entity attack was successful last night, today in the Clothing Shop, it would be the dead "wearing" the living.

If their attack failed, then it would be the living holding cloth bags, coming here to "wear" the dead.

No matter which possibility it was.

It was the situation that Young Master Liu Baoyu of the Liu Mansion wanted to see.

Just like Bai Xiaolan said just now, this mourning clothing can cover the smell on them.

But she didn't say whether the mourning clothing could cover the smell of the living or the smell of the ghosts!

The skin taken off by the ponytail woman was quite bloated. After all, this skin came from both Huo Gai and Sha Xiuwen, and it was already much heavier than her own weight. She looked like she was wearing an ultra-thick down jacket made of flesh and blood.

A female worker walked over, holding scissors and needle and thread, and in front of everyone, sewed and mended on this skin. This thick "skin" looked a bit like mourning clothing.

After everything was ready.

The ponytail woman closed her eyes, a sinister smile curled at the corner of her mouth, and she strode forward.

One step, two steps...

During the process of moving forward, she always had a weird smile on her face.

With the increase of steps, her smile seemed to have a bit more human flavor, and the skin of the two people on her body began to turn white and fade, eventually forming the appearance of mourning clothing.

*Click! *

The woman stopped and opened her eyes.

The mourning clothing on her body still had a hood, and it looked very simple from the outside, but if the mourning clothing was spread out, one could see the desperate faces of Sha Xiuwen and Huo Gai from the inside.

The ponytail woman smiled at Wu Xian, then jumped off the platform and sat down at a random table and chair. Her expression looked quite comfortable, as if she had completed some important work.

This process was very fast, taking less than a minute.

Wu Xian frowned slightly.

That's it?

If it was just like this, then there was nothing to fear about this Yin-Yang Hundred-Year Platform. It was also possible that the danger of this platform only targeted humans, not malevolent entities.

But Xu Fenglan and the others had faces full of anticipation. Did this Hundred-Year Platform really have danger?

Wu Xian didn't know.

The one who drew the second spot to go on stage was Teacher Luan Jing.

This bald male teacher had always had no presence, and even Wu Xian didn't know much about him.

Luan Jing had always been silent, didn't talk much, occasionally helped others do things, had a stable personality, rarely had emotional breakdowns, and often had an optimistic expression on his face.

This was considered his advantage.

But Luan Jing had always followed the rules, followed the crowd, and had never done anything unexpected, so he was the most inconspicuous one among these people.

Wu Xian stared closely at the platform.

Because only humans walking on this Hundred-Year Platform could bring him valuable experience.

Luan Jing climbed onto the platform.

His expression changed slightly, he took a deep breath, took out the courage he had when entering a classroom full of unruly children, and kept comforting himself.

"It's okay, nothing will happen. Didn't nothing happen the first two times..."

"As long as I can walk here once, it's worth it."

"This time, this time I'll walk twenty steps!"

Luan Jing was already wearing mourning clothes, so he didn't need the female worker to adjust his clothing. Under Bai Xiaolan's urging, Luan Jing closed his eyes and strode forward.

One... step?

Wu Xian was a bit dumbfounded.

Compared to the ponytail woman just now, Luan Jing's step was shockingly slow, so much so that after two or three minutes passed, his foot had not yet landed.

Compared to the slow steps, Luan Jing's expression changed rapidly, fast to an abstract and horrific degree. The muscles on his face twitched and spasmed incessantly, even creating afterimages, and his entire face was blurred to the point where details could not be seen.

Three minutes later.

Luan Jing's foot finally touched the ground.

The twitching on his face stopped, and his expression was very happy and satisfied. No one knew what he had just been experiencing.

Then the second step, the third step...

Luan Jing walked like this for more than ten steps. This took almost half an hour, and even Wu Xian was a bit impatient and didn't stare at him all the time.

Suddenly, a change occurred!

*Rip! *

One of Luan Jing's arms flew out, and a large amount of blood sprayed, staining the Yin-Yang Hundred-Year Platform red.

But only two or three seconds later, Luan Jing's severed arm had already scabbed over and grown flesh and blood again. The arm was round, with no trace of a wound.

Guan Daorong saw this scene, his expression flickering slightly.

Perhaps he could use this Hundred-Year Platform to treat the wounds on his body.

What Wu Xian didn't understand was that Luan Jing seemed to be completely unaware of the pain and walked forward two more steps. When he reached the sixteenth step, another change occurred.

He began to age rapidly. His hair fell out completely within a few seconds, not leaving a single strand, his body was covered in wrinkles, and the blurred expression on his face could only show pain and despair.

Only after a dozen seconds.

Luan Jing had turned from a fairly healthy semi-bald teacher into a white-haired, completely bald old man. His eyelids were stuck together, and he couldn't open them at all.

A look of horror appeared on his aged face, and he begged Bai Xiaolan.

"I've finished walking... I, I want to get off the stage now."

Bai Xiaolan grinned: "No, you have to open your eyes to get off the Hundred-Year Platform."

Wu Xian widened his eyes. He knew the key thing was coming.

Accompanied by Luan Jing's extremely shrill and hoarse scream, under the horrific gaze of everyone, Luan Jing's chest suddenly bulged, being pushed out into the shape of two hands. These hands controlled his chest cavity, and with a sudden force, they tore Luan Jing's chest cavity open!

Luan Jing's flesh and blood were stretched and flattened in front of everyone, and then rolled backward. After a distortion, his flesh and blood were wrapped on the outside, while the mourning clothing was squeezed inside the body.

He became a monster with only two legs standing on the ground and the upper body wrapped in flesh and blood!

Including Wu Xian, all the humans who saw this bloody scene felt extremely disgusted, their faces pale, dizzy, and had a feeling of wanting to vomit.

But Bai Xiaolan, who looked cute, was full of excitement, clapping her furry palms, and fine hair grew on her cheeks, and her mouth and nose turned into a terrifying hedgehog face!

"Great, great, so exciting!"

This weird, disgusting, nauseating thing stood on the Hundred-Year Platform for a while.

Suddenly it turned around and walked toward the direction it came from.

One step, two steps... It walked a total of sixteen steps. Accompanied by its steps, the flesh-and-blood monster gradually began to look like a person.

Luan Jing's flesh and blood wrapped on the outside began to turn white and dry, forming the appearance of mourning clothing, draped over a bald man wearing glasses.

The man finished walking sixteen steps.

He opened his eyes.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face, as if he had been reborn.

Having walked a total of thirty-two steps on the platform, Luan Jing had been flipped upside down, turning from a perfectly fine living person into a piece of mourning clothing on a dead passenger!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 132 =====