Chapter 146: Life Hanging by a Thread

The six people sat around the dining table.

In a few words, they decided on the order of the performances.

Hu Yunkuan volunteered to perform the tightrope walking.

Guan Daorong is going to perform imitating others' gait.

Wu Xian and Du E would team up to perform Pictionary.

Wei Dian and Liang Fang chose Telepathy.

After deciding the order, the performances began.

Hu Yunkuan was the first to walk onto the stage, holding the tightrope walking lot in his hand.

What made everyone curious was that there were no tools for tightrope walking on the stage, so how would Hu Yunkuan walk the tightrope?

This question was soon answered. Steward Hu clapped his hands, and suddenly a burst of white smoke emerged, covering the entire stage. After the white smoke disappeared, a five-meter-high rack appeared on each side of the stage, with a ten-meter-long steel wire suspended between the two racks. This was the venue for Hu Yunkuan's tightrope walking.

If it were just this, the tightrope walking could at most be considered an ordinary acrobatic act; falling from a height of five meters would not necessarily mean death.

But beneath the two racks, there were actually thousands of sharp blades!

These blades were extremely thin and sharp, with only about one centimeter of space between them. Once Hu Yunkuan slipped, he would immediately be cut into uniform slices of meat by the blades below.

Hu Yunkuan swallowed his saliva.

He originally thought his balance was decent, which is why he chose tightrope walking, the one with the clearest meaning among the four programs, because with the Fudi's nature, the program that seemed most difficult on the surface might actually be the simplest.

But seeing such things beneath the wire immediately made Hu Yunkuan's heart beat wildly.

Wu Xian's gaze flickered.

He discovered that these blades, spaced one centimeter apart, were very similar to the wounds on Sha Xiuwen's body!

Could it be that she had also chosen this game back then, only to slip and fall from the tightrope?

Wu Xian sincerely hoped Hu Yunkuan would not fail, because once he died, his dragon-patterned four-color banner would disappear.

Those demons and evil spirits also let out gasps of surprise in unison.

However, what made them gasp was not how dangerous the program was, but the fact that Steward Hu could create such a tightrope walking venue just by clapping his hands.

Fox spirits and similar monsters.

Can only transform into human form after living for fifty years, and only possess supernatural powers after a hundred years, allowing them to bewitch minds and perform small illusions.

Steward Hu conjuring a lottery tube out of thin air earlier was normal for a hundred-year-old fox demon.

But to conjure such a huge tightrope stage out of thin air in front of so many malevolent entities without leaving any flaws was definitely not something an ordinary hundred-year-old fox could do.

The bird-bodied, human-headed monster cackled strangely: "A thousand-year-old fox can communicate with heaven. Steward Hu, could it be that you have already become a Heavenly Fox?"

Steward Hu stroked his beard and laughed complacently: "Thanks to Master Liu bestowing upon me the Immortal Art, I took a tour of human towns and gained a thousand years of lifespan. At today's banquet, the Master will also bestow a few more Immortal Arts. I wonder which of you will be lucky enough to receive one."

As soon as his words were spoken.

All the demons and evil spirits present gasped, followed by deafening cheers, and the atmosphere suddenly became heated.

But Wu Xian's heart sank.

After the Liu family's Great Grandmother died, the Liu family's young master actually chose to make the 'Evil Art of Lifespan Theft' public!

What would the demons and evil spirits who obtained this evil art do?

Without a doubt.

Attack humans and increase their lifespan!

This banquet before them might be the beginning of a great disaster of demons!

For Hu Yunkuan.

The noise outside the stage was meaningless, because he had to consider how to survive on the stage.

After thinking for a moment.

Hu Yunkuan borrowed the eight-foot snake spear from Guan Daorong, then inserted the green flag between the high platforms on both sides, and walked onto the high platform trembling while holding the snake spear.

Standing on the high platform, everything below seemed to have become smaller. Looking at the dense, thin blades, Hu Yunkuan couldn't help but feel dizzy.

But he had to finish walking these ten meters quickly.

Because the effect of the green flag increasing action precision could only last for ten minutes.

"Thicken!"

The taut steel wire was originally only the thickness of a pen refill. After this talisman was applied, the wire suddenly thickened by a circle, reaching the thickness of a thumb. At this thickness, at least it wouldn't be too painful to step on.

Hu Yunkuan took off his shoes, held the eight-foot snake spear horizontally to maintain balance, and finally stepped onto the wire.

Whoosh!

As soon as he stepped on it, the wire suddenly swayed.

Hu Yunkuan's movements were twisted and distorted as he struggled to maintain balance, barely managing to stand on the steel wire. Just from this sway, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and his legs immediately went soft.

The hearts of Wei Dian and the others also swayed along with him. Liang Fang even grabbed Wei Dian's arm and lowered her head, not daring to look at this heart-stopping scene again.

On the contrary, the malevolent entities on the stage showed expressions of disappointment. A pig-headed monster even spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, which was very uncivilized.

"Hehe, how good it would be if this person fell down; each of us could get a slice!"

Wu Xian looked at the malevolent entity that made the sound in surprise.

So there really are creatures that can make a 'hehe' laughing sound.

Hu Yunkuan had no heart to pay attention to the clamor below. Holding the eight-foot snake spear, he moved forward slowly, one step, two steps, his movements as slow as a snail. Every time his foot landed, he showed an expression of relief.

This acrobatic program was far more difficult than he had imagined. His heart was gripped at all times, and his state of mind was like riding a roller coaster.

Fortunately, with the green flag's bonus to precision, every one of his movements was very standard, without the slightest deviation, which allowed him to avoid falling from the wire despite the frequent dangerous situations.

Hu Yunkuan walked to the center of the wire in this way.

Whoosh!

Hu Yunkuan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a flash of despair appeared on his face.

The effect of the green flag had actually disappeared!

He walked much slower than he had imagined; just walking to the middle had already taken ten minutes!

Hu Yunkuan maintained his posture, standing on the wire for a long time without moving. The shaft of the eight-foot snake spear was swaying slightly. Now, just maintaining his balance was already exhausting all his strength.

The malevolent entities below clamored loudly, urging him to move forward quickly.

Liang Fang shouted loudly: "Stay calm! Only by staying calm can you survive!"

But Hu Yunkuan was naturally a person prone to nervousness. How could he calm down just because someone told him to? Ahead, it seemed as if countless evil ghosts were blocking the way, and below was an endless abyss from which he would never be able to climb out if he fell.

"I can't keep going like this!"

The more he knew that nervousness was useless, the more nervous he became. His panicked heart felt like it was about to explode. He began to complain about every choice he had made since entering the Fudi.

If he hadn't come to the banquet hall, if he hadn't chosen tightrope walking, if he hadn't carried the flag onto the stage.

If...

He hadn't faked the Creed!

Thinking of this, Hu Yunkuan suddenly remembered Wu Xian's face.

Wu Xian, with dark circles under his eyes, had issued a sharp sarcasm to him: "Heh, it's hard to believe that someone who can't even pass the basic psychological quality test would have any creed worth sacrificing for."

Hu Yunkuan suddenly raised his head, and a breath of air suddenly rose in his heart.

"I want to join the Creed, I want to..."

He muttered in his mouth, a sound only he could hear.

"Die for the living, live for the dead, uphold one's heart, carry out the Creed..."

His nervousness suddenly disappeared. He lifted his leg and stepped forward. This step was actually more decisive and accurate than when he had the precision bonus earlier!

Sometimes, what determines life and death is not strength.

It is the mindset.

Seeing that Hu Yunkuan was about to reach the finish line, a drop of sweat he had shed while nervous happened to flow down at this moment, flowing into his eye.

The step he should have taken suddenly went slightly off.

And then...

He lost his balance.

"Records of the Profound"

A fox at fifty years old can transform into a woman. At a hundred years old, it becomes a beautiful woman, a divine shaman, or can have intercourse with men and women, and can know things a thousand miles away. It is good at bewitching and charming, making people confused and lose their wits. At a thousand years old, it communicates with heaven and becomes a Heavenly Fox.

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