Chapter 136: Walking with Eyes Closed in the Weird Realm

Dialogue sounds rang out beside Wu Xian again.

The first voice was somewhat weak.

"Officer, why is this road so muddy and pitch black? Only your small lantern counts as a bright light. Can you untie the rope on the scholar's hand first? Walking in this mud like this is really insulting to a scholar."

The second person's voice was bold.

"Spoiled poor scholar, just be happy that your hands are tied with rope. I, the Daoist, am wearing a wooden collar and shackles. Look at this bald donkey beside me, with a sack over his head. I'm afraid he can't even see the road, he can only follow the lantern forward."

Suddenly a sharp shout came.

"Shut up!"

"You murderous thief scholar, rebellious Daoist who incited riots, and wild monk who seduced a princess, you committed sins in the world of the living, and you still dare to complain when you come to the underworld? Wait for the punishment of roasting, sawing, boiling, and hot ash..."

"This poor monk didn't complain..."

*Slap! *

The sound of a whip rang out, and the three of them screamed in unison. After teaching the three of them a lesson, the sharp-voiced person said again.

"The underworld is dark, without the light of the sun and moon, naturally it is pitch black. Only we underworld officials have lanterns. Sigh, I don't know what disaster happened in the human world recently, countless dead souls entered the Naihe, causing the Naihe water to overflow, making the Huang Quan Road so muddy..."

Wu Xian continued to try hard to lift his foot, his heart flickering slightly.

Judging from the sounds, there were six people beside him, namely the scholar, the monk, the Daoist, the underworld official, the old man, and the little girl. Besides that, there were countless noisy sounds, and even carriages and horses often drove by. Only these six people temporarily stayed beside Wu Xian.

After listening to the underworld official's explanation, the scholar suddenly aimed his spear at Wu Xian: "Then what about this person? Why is he relaxed and able to walk on flat ground?"

The underworld official sneered.

"This is a person who tries to cover up Yang longevity with Yin life. Every step is a hurdle. He cannot walk the whole journey. This method violates the Yin law. After he fails, I will take him and you together to justice. As for now..."

"Let's watch the fun first. A person from the world of the living walking in the underworld will have malevolent entities who are jealous of the living coming to trouble him."

The underworld official said to watch the fun.

But Wu Xian was actually also listening to the fun.

The sounds around seemed quite real, but Wu Xian knew in his heart that he was still on the Huang Quan Hundred-Year Platform, and the scenes on the Huang Quan Road were all illusions. He only needed to move forward steadily.

The scholar said in surprise: "Hey, really, so soon there is a ghost looking for him!"

Wu Xian had a hard time lifting his foot and was preparing to land it when he suddenly heard a call from behind.

"Xian, you've grown so big."

Wu Xian was very familiar with this voice; it was the voice of the old detective who raised him.

Wu Xian was silent for a while, his body shivered for a moment, but he didn't turn around, nor did he respond, just landed the second step heavily.

"Sigh..."

After a sigh, the old man's voice disappeared and didn't appear again. Wu Xian immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The Daoist said with some disappointment: "Pity, pity, he didn't turn his head. He has three Yang fires on his body, which are so hot that I dare not get close. If he had turned his head just now and blew out one fire, we little ghosts could have gone over to have a taste."

*Slap! *

The Daoist was whipped again, letting out a scream.

The underworld official said coldly: "Do you think I'm a decoration? How can I let you harm people with me here, even if he is a criminal."

The Daoist retorted: "Then why don't you manage them? Not to mention the one who speaks ghost words just now, just look at this big ghost behind, he has been staring at this living person for a long time, and I don't know how long he can endure."

The underworld official's tone suddenly became weaker: "I'm just a small underworld official, I can't manage every ghost..."

While they were talking, Wu Xian had already lifted the third foot.

Vaguely, he could feel a small figure running away from his side, whispering to the old man.

"Grandpa, come and see quickly, this person looks really good."

"Little girl, what are you saying? We are all dead, don't cause trouble anymore..."

The third step, fourth step, fifth step, Wu Xian didn't encounter any danger.

The Daoist and scholar kept chattering beside him, the underworld official occasionally spoke to stop the dark behavior of the two, and the girl often ran over, as if sticking to Wu Xian to observe secretly, and then shyly left Wu Xian's side.

A cold smile hung on the corner of Wu Xian's mouth.

This Daoist, scholar, girl, and old man were acting very realistically. They tried hard to create a real atmosphere, but these tricks couldn't fool Wu Xian.

Walking forward with eyes closed, with weird sounds constantly around, is an extremely testing thing for one's mental state.

But Wu Xian had already experienced it.

In the Weird Shadow Hostel, he had closed his eyes and played a clapping game with the terrifying child-seeking ghost mother. The ghost mother was a completely real malevolent entity, and if she was dissatisfied, she would launch an attack on Wu Xian. That kind of helplessness, darkness, and fear of not being able to control the situation still made Wu Xian feel creepy when he recalled it.

Compared to that, this time was a bit of a small case.

Wu Xian just treated the sounds of those malevolent entities as noise made by birds and beasts. Besides creating a little psychological pressure, it couldn't stop Wu Xian's steps.

"Grandpa, he..."

The old man seemed to want to stop something: "Come back, don't be nosy."

But the girl didn't listen to him, ran to Wu Xian and said: "Big brother, there is a trap under your feet, don't land your feet, otherwise you will get hurt!"

When Wu Xian lifted his foot for the sixth time, the girl suddenly reminded him.

Wu Xian laughed out loud.

Sure enough, it was such a routine. After discovering that he didn't take the sounds outside seriously, these sounds came to directly interfere with his actions.

Who most didn't want him to walk these twenty-six steps?

Of course, it was that "Mr. Master Lanke"!

Mr. Master Lanke might be the will of this Yin-Yang Hundred-Year Platform.

So Wu Xian landed the sixth foot directly, but because of the girl's reminder, he still had some fear in his heart, so he didn't land this foot too hard.

*Ssh! *

A pain in the sole of Wu Xian's foot!

The monk sighed: "Amitabha..."

The scholar shouted excitedly: "Ha, stepped on it, he really stepped on it!"

The underworld official sneered: "The Huang Quan road is changing all the time. A living person dares to walk in Huang Quan with eyes closed, he already has a way to die!"

Wu Xian was suddenly scared into a cold sweat.

The place where he just landed his foot was covered with nails!

And the sole of Wu Xian's shoe had long been riddled with holes by his own spikes, so these nails pierced directly into Wu Xian's footboard.

Fortunately, Wu Xian's feet had "natural thick skin," so these nails didn't pierce deep. Wu Xian endured the pain, stepped on these nails, and lifted the other foot. This time he was much more careful.

When Luan Jing was on the platform before, his arm broke out of thin air.

This shows that one can also get hurt on the Hundred-Year Platform. If Wu Xian accidentally stepped into a dangerous place, it would be fine to be disabled, but if he died directly, it would be bad.

Wu Xian's seventh step was also very smooth.

But when he reached the eighth step, the Daoist suddenly reminded him.

"Brother, be careful, ahead is an abyss!"

Wu Xian lifted his foot, swallowed his saliva, didn't dare to ignore the reminder again, and didn't dare to land this foot for a long time...

Some inspiration comes from Records of the Mysterious Room, Zhang Wen—(Mid-Tang strange novel, written by Zhang Du, Zhang Du's maternal grandfather is the author of Records of Mysterious Monsters mentioned in the previous chapter, it belongs to family strange novels.)

This section is very messy, so I won't post the full text, just extract two paragraphs related to the Huang Quan Road.

Walking for more than ten miles, the road was dark and indistinguishable, but he heard the sound of carriages and horses chasing, people talking, and also heard the calls and cries of his wife, children, and brothers, all saying: "Let's discuss the funeral items."

Wen then said: "Where is my brother's residence now, why is it so dark?" Jilun said: "The underworld is dark, without the light of the sun and moon."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 137 =====