Chapter 147

Hu Yunkuan climbed down from the tightrope stage.

In that final moment, he thought he was really going to die.

But unexpectedly, at the critical moment, a breeze suddenly appeared, giving him a small push that allowed him to barely maintain his balance.

If it had been the Hu Yunkuan from before, he would certainly have panicked due to the appearance of this breeze and fallen off the tightrope. But his mindset had already changed, so he seized this rare opportunity, regained his balance, and safely walked off the tightrope stage.

Now he was soaked in sweat, his calves were trembling, and walking this tightrope must have cost him at least a pound or two of weight.

Below the stage.

The malevolent entities hissed.

Liu Baoyu applauded; he felt Hu Yunkuan's tightrope walking program was very exciting, so the other malevolent entities could only applaud reluctantly.

The banquet host's attitude.

Set the tone for tonight's banquet: as long as one passes the game, one can survive, and there will be no other twists and turns.

This actually very much matched Wu Xian's estimation.

With so many newcomers on the first day, only two died, which shows that the difficulty of the banquet hall tomb is not very high, and the choices made by those newcomers out of instinct were actually correct.

Wu Xian was only worried that the difficulty of the rooms would increase as time passed.

Now that Hu Yunkuan had safely stepped off the stage, his mood relaxed a lot, so he felt unbearable hunger in his stomach and began to pick up food from the table and gorge himself.

Hu Yunkuan walked up to Wu Xian and thanked him sincerely.

"If it weren't for you, I might have died under those blades."

Wu Xian was just about to take the roast frog from Hu Yunkuan's side, but hearing this, he stopped awkwardly.

Wei Dian smiled and said: "Why are you thanking him? You should thank me."

Wu Xian rotated the plate on the dining table, making Scholar Liu's head face Wei Dian.

"I'll pass his thanks to you."

The smile on Wei Dian's face faded.

While Wu Xian and the others were laughing and chatting, Guan Daorong had already stood up and walked toward the stage; he was to perform the second act, titled "Imitating Others' Gait."

Steward Hu looked Guan Daorong up and down a few times and explained the details of the program with a strange laugh.

"This program is very simple: one person makes a movement, and the other person imitates it."

"The conditions for imitation don't need to be too harsh, as long as it's roughly completed. If one person takes three steps, the other also takes three steps; if one person jumps once, the other also jumps once."

The malevolent audience hissed; this program sounded too boring.

But Guan Daorong's face changed slightly.

He knew things wouldn't be that simple. This program sounded like it needed two people to cooperate, but he was the only one going on stage to perform.

So who would the other one be, and what kind of movements would he need to imitate?

Steward Hu looked below the stage.

"Which friend is willing to come up and cooperate with this Mr. Guan!"

Wu Xian raised an eyebrow.

Guan Daorong was in trouble; the one he needed to imitate was actually a malevolent entity.

Malevolent entities are not human and can easily perform movements that humans cannot. What if he encountered a bull spirit wanting to perform rumination, or a camel monster wanting to eat a cactus raw...

The malevolent entities raised their hands enthusiastically, all wanting to come up and play with Guan Daorong. Steward Hu picked and chose, finally selecting a man with a hunched figure, covered in scales on his face and body, to go on stage.

The scales on this man's body were all grown by piercing through flesh and blood; every scale was a wound, and some wounds were crawling with maggots, while others contained white or yellow pus.

The man looked at Guan Daorong and grinned ferociously, his face full of resentment, looking as if he had a deep grudge against Guan Daorong.

"You can call me Jia Sheng. Do you know where my brothers and sisters went? They were all caught by you humans. Today, I will avenge my brothers!"

Guan Daorong's eyes lit up.

"You hate humans? That's great!"

"I have never killed a pangolin, but I have killed many humans. It should be many more than your brothers and sisters. I count as having avenged you. You should thank me!"

"Please take care of me later."

Jia Sheng was speechless.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say. Humans were indeed too complex.

Steward Hu spoke up and interrupted their exchange.

"Now the program has begun. First, Guan Daorong imitates Jia Sheng, and then Jia Sheng imitates Guan Daorong, until one of you cannot imitate, which counts as the end."

Jia Sheng was stunned: "I have to imitate him too?"

Steward Hu turned his head, radiating invisible pressure: "Since it is a program, there should be give and take. Why... are you afraid?"

Jia Sheng swallowed his saliva.

"When you perform movements, if you need any scene items, you can tell me, and I will satisfy you. Now you can begin. Jia Sheng will set the question first."

Jia Sheng thought for a moment. He wasn't in a hurry to kill Guan Daorong and decided to torture him in the first round, so he made a request.

"I want a pot, a large pot with boiling hot oil!"

Steward Hu clapped his hands, and instantly a large pot of hot oil appeared. There was no need for a fire-burning process; this oil pot was directly boiling, with oil rolling inside, looking extremely hot.

The malevolent entities below gasped again. The ability of the thousand-year-old fox that communicates with heaven was truly bizarre even to monsters.

Jia Sheng threw a stone into the pot, then extended his left arm. The bloody scales on his arm closed, forming something like armor.

He looked at Guan Daorong provocatively: "This is my movement. Come and imitate it!"

Whoosh!

Jia Sheng immediately extended his arm into the hot oil. His arm caused large white splashes in the oil pot, making a harsh sizzling sound, and boiling oil splattered everywhere, but he took the stone out as if nothing had happened.

Plop.

The scales steamed and spread out; Jia Sheng was completely unharmed!

Steward Hu threw another stone into the oil pot.

Guan Daorong stood in front of the pot, feeling the heat from the iron pot, his face extremely gloomy. He knew the consequences of putting his hand into the oil pot better than anyone else.

Because he had tried it on others before.

Now that it was his turn, he didn't want to do it at all.

But listening to the urging of the malevolent entities below and looking at the eager eyes of Steward Hu and Jia Sheng, Guan Daorong knew he couldn't escape this calamity.

If the program failed, his fate might be even more miserable than being fried through.

So Guan Daorong hardened his heart.

Wrapping his arm in his clothes, he stared at the stone in the oil pot and suddenly thrust his hand into the oil pot.

Sizzle!

A large amount of oil splashed in the pot, and Guan Daorong's arm changed color almost instantly. This sound usually made one's appetite soar, but now it only felt hair-raising.

In less than a second, Guan Daorong pulled his arm out.

He threw an object onto the ground; it was exactly the stone that had been thrown in!

But Guan Daorong's arm had been burned over a large area, and the piercing pain made his head full of cold sweat. He curled up on the stage, holding his arm and letting out miserable howls.

This was still him taking the stone out at the fastest speed; otherwise, if he had hesitated even a little, it would have been an even more serious injury, and the intense pain might have made it impossible for him to get the stone out at all.

Guan Daorong's miserable howling.

The Lotus Juanren heard it and felt a sense of shared sorrow.

But Steward Hu, Jia Sheng, and the demons and evil spirits below felt this sound was like heavenly music. They were essentially cruel hunters, and hearing the miserable screams of their prey made them feel happy from the bottom of their hearts.

This trait.

Was actually very similar to Guan Daorong.

So they didn't stop Guan Daorong, but instead listened to his screams with great interest.

Liang Fang and Hu Yunkuan showed expressions of unbearable pity, while Wei Dian laughed heartlessly.

Wu Xian smacked his lips.

This serial killer was truly miserable.

Although he didn't die, the pain never stopped, and he had always been a severely ill patient in the Blessed Land. But this could also be considered Guan Daorong getting what he deserved.

If this weren't a Blessed Land, where killing each other would only affect everyone's survival probability, Wu Xian would have long ago found a way to kill Guan Daorong...

But Guan Daorong probably had similar thoughts. If this weren't a Blessed Land, he might have already started killing people in the team he found unpleasant.

After enjoying Guan Daorong's screams for a while, Wu Xian suddenly felt something was wrong.

The time Guan Daorong had been howling seemed a bit too long.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 148 =====