Chapter 135: Stepping onto the Huang Quan Road

This suddenly appearing voice seemed old, but listening closely, it felt young, like a mixed sound composed of countless types of sounds superimposed together, sounding extremely weird.

"Who are you?"

Wu Xian asked with suspicion, frowning.

That voice laughed: "I have no name, just call me Mr. Master Lanke. Who I am is not important. What's important is, how do you feel about the life you are seeing now?"

Wu Xian looked around.

From this child's bedroom, it could be seen that this family was harmonious and wealthy, the parents loved the child very much, and the future life must be happy and beautiful.

Every orphan has fantasized about being able to live in such a family.

Even Wu Xian was no exception.

Wu Xian shrugged: "Not bad, unfortunately, it's not mine."

"It is yours!"

Mr. Master Lanke's tone suddenly rose by several degrees: "As long as you are willing to slow down your steps, all this will be yours. Let me ask you one thing first: how many steps do you want to walk?"

Wu Xian calculated in front of Mr. Master Lanke.

"I am twenty-five years old now, so I will walk seventy-five steps. A good person like me deserves to live to a hundred, so I need to walk seventy-five steps to cover it all up."

"Hmm..."

Mr. Master Lanke paused for a while, seemingly shocked by Wu Xian's thick skin.

After a moment, he spoke: "Seventy-five steps... well, okay. As long as you walk a little slower, you can enjoy seventy-five years of perfect life on the Hundred-Year Platform. Why not do it?"

"Perfect life?"

Mr. Master Lanke seduced:

"That's right, a perfect life. In the world of the Hundred-Year Platform, everyone can get what they want, as long as they put in a little effort."

"Wealth, glory, beauty, ideals, ambitions, traveling around the world, experiencing the scenery and culture of various countries..."

"You can become the person you want to be, play the role you want... This world has no exploitation or oppression, labor must have rewards, and luck must descend upon you!"

"What are you still hesitating about? Once this village is passed, there will be no such shop. How many years of perfection can a life have? But here, every year is flawless!"

Wu Xian thought about it.

Mr. Master Lanke's proposal was indeed very tempting.

Compared to taking risks in the cruel Fudi or returning to the difficult real world, the Huang Quan Hundred-Year Stage is indeed beautiful to the extreme; the Lotus Juanren and the newcomers have no reason to refuse.

After all.

In the Blessed Land, there was a great possibility of not living to the end at all.

In reality, one also had to face the troubles of life.

But on the Hundred-Year Platform, one could avoid all misfortune, which was equivalent to gaining several decades of life out of thin air. Even if one couldn't complete this Blessed Land, it was very worthwhile. Perhaps Xu Fenglan and the others were precisely because of this that they were addicted to the Hundred-Year Platform and chose the Clothing Shop all three days.

But the problem is.

In the Blessed Land, would there really be such a good thing?

Wu Xian didn't believe it!

His impression of the Blessed Land was that if he felt a bad thing was about to happen in the Blessed Land, then this bad thing would definitely be worse than imagined.

Wu Xian remembered Guan Daorong's recovered arm, Teacher Teacher Luan Jing's aging, and Xu Fenglan's silent death.

Perhaps what Mr. Master Lanke said was true, as long as one walked slower, one could safely spend a year in the spiritual world, while only three minutes passed outside.

But what Mr. Master Lanke didn't say was that these three minutes might consume a whole year of Yang longevity!

The purpose of walking on the Hundred-Year Platform is to cover up Yang longevity with malevolent skin, not to consume Yang longevity just like that on the Hundred-Year Platform.

Even a guy like Guan Daorong, who lacked love, was unwilling to fall into this fake enjoyment.

How could Wu Xian, an orphan, fall behind him?

Besides.

Mr. Master Lanke said it was a year, so it really was a year?

This is too easy to fool!

Xu Fenglan, Teacher Teacher Luan Jing, and Boss Yu, in theory, had already spent decades on the Hundred-Year Platform, but there was not a trace of time left on their bodies. Their appearance, personality, and speech didn't look like they had passed for several years. They didn't even forget the details in the Blessed Land.

It's possible that their so-called one year of life was just extracting their Yang longevity and instilling some false memories into their brains.

No matter what the truth is.

Anyway, in Wu Xian's view, life in the spiritual world was all a trap, and Mr. Master Lanke's seduction was just wind in his ears.

But in the end.

Wu Xian wanted to take one more look, so he returned to the fake spiritual world.

"A-Xian, what's wrong with you?"

The woman was touching Wu Xian's head with concern, wanting to see if he had a fever. Her son's weird performance made her anxious, and she was already calling her husband at work to come home quickly.

"So good... you are the same as I imagined."

The woman was stunned: "What's the same?"

Wu Xian didn't answer her.

"My home might be somewhere in a Blessed Land, might be in the broken house left by the old man, but... it's not here, so goodbye!"

*Boom! *

Wu Xian landed his foot heavily.

The woman, the house, the ground, the sky... everything around paused, turned into countless terrifying small ants, scattered with a bang, and disappeared without a trace before long.

This entire spiritual world was actually a false appearance composed of ants of different colors!

Wu Xian still closed his eyes, unable to see anything, just maintaining the posture of his feet landing.

He had only taken one step!

"You made a wrong decision."

Mr. Master Lanke's voice became sinister and indifferent.

"The Lanke game, a dream of millet, was my care and protection for you. Since you decided to break away from my protection, then walk the road ahead yourself."

"Covering Yang longevity with Yin life violates heaven's will. You will regret your decision."

Wu Xian pouted: "Why do you have so much nonsense."

Mr. Master Lanke laughed.

"Then, welcome to step onto the Huang Quan Road!"

Mr. Master Lanke's voice disappeared, replaced by noisy sounds.

*Click, splash... *

Weird sounds came from around, as if someone was walking through mud in a swamp.

Someone was shouting indignantly, someone was screaming from being whipped, and characters like government officials were shouting and driving people forward. Vaguely, one could hear sounds of falling, sounds of chains, etc.

"Is this the Huang Quan Road?"

"Or another layer of Mr. Master Lanke's illusion?"

Wu Xian was very curious, but he didn't violate the Hundred-Year Platform rule of opening his eyes, just listening as hard as he could.

A little girl shouted with a voice like a silver bell: "Grandpa, come and see quickly, there is a weird person here!"

Another old voice came: "This is the Huang Quan Road, where would there be people? Stay away from him..."

"But Grandpa, we are also dead, we are also ghosts!"

The old man was speechless.

Wu Xian didn't pay attention to this old and young pair, just knowing their existence was enough.

He lifted his foot to prepare to take the second step, but found that his leg had become extremely heavy. Just lifting his foot was very laborious, and every time he wanted to lift his foot, it took at least half a minute.

Guan Daorong was the same before.

He walked the first step for three minutes because he fell into the millet dream.

But the remaining fourteen steps also took more than ten minutes. It seems that even without entering the dream, walking on the Huang Quan Hundred-Year Platform is still not an easy thing.

Records of Mysterious Monsters, Volume 3, Wu Quansu

On the night of December 13th, after lying down, he saw two people in white clothes holding tablets, as if they were examiners from the examination hall coming to summon him. Quansu said: "The examination is scheduled, there is a time for the division of grades, why bother with a night summons?" The messenger insisted on inviting him, and he had no choice but to get out of bed and follow. Without realizing it, he passed the sub-city, went out of the Kaiyuan Gate for two hundred steps, and walked straight north. There was a road more than two feet wide, and beyond that was deep mud. He saw men and women, some being dragged, some being pulled down, some wearing shackles, some being locked, some connected by skirts, some monks, some Daoists, some with their heads in bags, some bound, some scattered and driven, hundreds of them all walking in the mud, only Quansu walked on the flat road.

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