Chapter 134: Wu Xian Goes on Stage

Xu Fenglan's death came to an end.

Everyone turned their eyes to Guan Daorong, who was walking on the Hundred-Year Platform.

Compared to the two of Xu and Luan.

Guan Daorong's stage walk was much more interesting.

His first step, like Luan Jing's, also experienced three minutes. During these three minutes, most of the wounds on Guan Daorong's body healed at an unbelievable speed.

Wu Xian guessed.

Guan Daorong was deliberately using the characteristics of the Hundred-Year Platform to heal his wounds.

Because after this step, Guan Daorong's steps became much faster. A total of fifteen steps, he only spent less than ten minutes.

During these ten minutes, Guan Daorong used two god-worshiping props, both of which hit empty space, but it seemed that releasing the ability was very helpful for his progress on the Hundred-Year Platform.

After walking the fifteenth step.

Guan Daorong opened his eyes.

He first glanced back with lingering fear, his forehead covered in sweat. Walking on this broken platform was simply more exciting than killing people.

After resting for a few seconds.

Guan Daorong placed two fingers on his neck, feeling the pulse, and placed his hand in front of his nose, experiencing his own breathing. Only after doing these two things did he breathe a sigh of relief.

He confirmed that he was still a living person!

But after confirming this, Guan Daorong felt a bit disappointed.

Wu Xian discovered his abnormal expression and immediately narrowed his eyes.

This Guan Daorong, although his character was very poor and his morality was almost non-existent, his ability as a serial killer was unquestionable.

Whether it was martial strength or brains, all belonged to the category of outstanding. Since he had such a reaction, it meant he had discovered some important clues.

After Guan Daorong got off the stage, Wu Xian stood up.

He had drawn number seven before.

Next, it was his turn to go on stage.

Regarding the Hundred-Year Platform.

Wu Xian's mood was very complicated.

He had both a little fear and great curiosity. There were too many mysteries on the platform, and now he could finally go and see the answers for himself.

Wu Xian climbed onto the Hundred-Year Platform and handed the two blood-stained cloth bags, the black scale skin and the stylish malevolent skin, to the female worker.

The female worker took the two skins and unfolded them, her eyebrows raised, her lips slightly parted, obviously a bit surprised. Although the stylish malevolent skin looked good, it still belonged to the normal category, but this black scale skin...

She shook her head.

This was a struggle between the Young Master and the Great Grandmother. They only needed not to offend either side and didn't need to have any other thoughts.

Even if some of the scales on this skin came from the Great Grandmother, they would still make it into mourning clothing.

The female workers were quickly sewing the outline of a mourning clothing from the two skins. Wu Xian took advantage of this short time to observe the Hundred-Year Platform.

The surface of the Hundred-Year Platform was much more exquisite than the sides of the platform.

In the middle was a long metal carving. The content of the carving was the story of a person growing from an infant to an adult. From a toddler learning to speak to an elderly person with white hair and beard, every growth stage of this person was accompanied by small animals such as snakes, insects, rats, foxes, and hedgehogs.

These carvings divided the surface of the Hundred-Year Platform into dozens of small grids, and there were some poems with unclear meanings on both sides.

Stripping skin and taking flesh to make new clothes,

Silver needles and blood threads sew the heavenly secret.

Mourning clothes and plain white are tied on the body,

A few years of floating life all become a mystery.

Yin life conceals longevity, violating heaven's will,

Malevolent spirits are urgent on the Hundred-Year Platform.

Millet dream and game of Go are all treacherous and secret,

One wrong step and there is no return date!

Wu Xian had just finished reading these words, and before he could think carefully about the meaning of these sentences, the female worker draped the coat sewn from the two skins on Wu Xian's shoulders, her tone cold as she said to Wu Xian.

"Two malevolent entity skins, a total of thirty-two years of Yin life. One step is one year. You decide how many steps to walk."

After putting on the malevolent skin, Bai Xiaolan didn't urge Wu Xian, but gave him enough time to think.

Wu Xian stood at the starting point of the Hundred-Year Platform and first looked at the malevolent skin clothing on his body. Red thread was used to sew it into the appearance of mourning clothing, while the needles in the hands of those female workers were all silver and shiny.

"Silver needles and blood threads sew the heavenly secret..."

"It seems this crooked poem is describing this process."

"Then the danger that might be encountered in a while is, game of Go... millet dream... dream world or spiritual world? I guess there will also be things trying to directly stop me from moving forward..."

Then Wu Xian remembered what Young Master Liu Baoyu of the Liu family had said to him in the Guest Room.

"More Yang longevity is like a person, more Yin longevity is like a ghost. Ghosts are snake servants, people are snake food... In other words, to deal with the Liu family's Great Grandmother, it is best not to have too much Yin longevity or Yang longevity, but to keep them balanced."

"Killing ghosts and stripping malevolent skins, making mourning clothes and walking on the platform is balancing Yin and Yang longevity, which is what Bai Xiaolan said at the beginning, the Yin-Yang concealment method!"

"I have 26 years of Yang longevity, walking twenty-six steps is just right!"

"Guan Daorong's weird reaction just now should be because he didn't know how much life force he had left, so he bet on fifteen steps. Walking fewer steps made him feel regretful."

"The reason why Xu Fenglan died might be because she walked too much, lost all her Yang longevity, and caused her to truly become a living corpse!"

In addition, Wu Xian also saw many other pieces of information.

But now time was tight, Wu Xian couldn't keep thinking here, so he closed his eyes and lifted his left leg.

*Thump, thump, thump! *

The door was knocked.

"A-Xian, it's already 6:30, time to go to school. How long do you want to sleep in the room?"

A woman pushed the door and entered, pushing Wu Xian, who was standing in the center of the room, to leave.

Wu Xian had just reacted when he found that he had already taken a step and opened his eyes. At this time, he was staying in a spacious and bright bedroom.

This bedroom was large, and the walls were covered with some posters with a middle-school-student style.

Wu Xian whispered: "Where is this? Wasn't I just on the Hundred-Year Platform?"

The woman pushing Wu Xian had features somewhat similar to Wu Xian's. Wu Xian had tried to conceive the image of his mother, and that person's appearance was exactly the same as the woman in front of him.

And Wu Xian himself also looked like he was more than ten years younger, completely like a small child.

"What Hundred-Year Platform? You haven't woken up yet, have you."

The woman was amused by Wu Xian, affectionately pointing at Wu Xian's forehead with her finger. Her every move matched Wu Xian's fantasy.

But Wu Xian didn't feel a thing.

He was very calm, knowing that all this shouldn't appear in front of him.

So he closed his eyes, toward the front, wanting to walk twenty-six steps, but bumped into the wall after only a few steps. The woman was amused by his silly actions.

Listening to the laughter and feeling the pain.

Wu Xian's mouth curled.

"Isn't this a spiritual world?"

"I guessed it long ago!"

"This place is much rougher than the spiritual world of the body-snatching malevolent entity!"

Wu Xian didn't pay attention to the woman's call, concentrated his spirit, and soon felt his own body.

His body was lifting its foot, eyes closed, maintaining the posture of just lifting its foot. As long as Wu Xian was willing, he could land his foot at once.

But just at this moment.

Suddenly a voice appeared in Wu Xian's ear.

"Why are you in such a hurry to land your foot? Once the foot lands, everything you just saw will disappear. Isn't that scene just what you were looking forward to?"

Writing this crooked poem took a lot of time.

Purely original, not copied from elsewhere.

Doing this stuff isn't about writing well, just hoping to echo the novel, and make the reading experience better for reader friends.

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