Chapter 153: The Evil Spirits' Feast

"Up and down jumping!"

The moment he shouted this sentence.

Wu Xian began to jump up and down.

He curled his entire body into a ball, jumped as high as possible, and then placed the bronze shield under his body.

The limit of a human's vertical jump is only about one second, but wanting to avoid the malevolent entity's attack, one second is not safe, so Wu Xian had to find a way to increase his hang time.

"It all depends on you!"

On the bronze shield, the 'Vibration' character was activated!

Invisible shock waves were released from the shield, and an undirected shock wave emerged from the shield, giving Wu Xian's body a clear suspension effect.

Then Wu Xian released the second shock wave!

At the same time as the second shock wave, Wu Xian also felt an upward wind force; this was a small help provided by Wei Dian through his laughter.

Whoosh!

The terrifying giant hammer swept across below, bringing up the ground, and the wind pressure brought by its sweep gave Wu Xian an extra push.

Wu Xian's hanging heart finally let go.

But immediately he found that he had lost his balance!

Two shock waves, plus the wind, and the wind pressure of the large hammer, made him jump to a position nearly two meters high, and the hang time also exceeded two seconds. Although this allowed him to dodge the fatal attack, he also couldn't land steadily due to his body losing balance.

Plop!

Wu Xian fell face down onto the ground, which had been destroyed by the giant hammer and was full of sharp protrusions.

He supported himself with both hands and stood up, baring his teeth.

Fortunately, he had 'Natural Thick Skin', so there was no major problem, just a nosebleed flowing down.

Since it was referring to the experience of jumping off a building before, there was nothing to complain about ending up the same way as before.

Thus.

The last program was completed.

The lights of the banquet hall were lit again, becoming as magnificent as before.

Wu Xian and Du E walked back to their seats with wooden expressions.

The later part of the Pictionary program was too thrilling, making them feel like they had survived a disaster.

Now looking at the exotic food on the table and the ferocious malevolent entities at other tables, they felt they were much cuter. As long as they could live well and not be smashed into pieces by the hammer, then everything was fine.

Steward Hu walked onto the stage applauding.

"Thanks to these six humans for the wonderful program they performed for us. They have won themselves a chance to survive temporarily."

"However, their performance was just the opening program for tonight. To liven up the atmosphere, we have to see everyone's skills!"

Steward Hu clapped his hands.

A large pile of things appeared on the stage.

There were bizarre monster weapons and props, pieces of Tai Sui meat as big as a peck and wriggling, Yin-corroding jade pendants, blood food, human-skin gauze clothes...

But what attracted the demons and evil spirits most was not these strange items they regarded as treasures, but the plain-looking books placed on the side. What was recorded in these books.

Was the 'Lifespan-Stealing Immortal Art'!

The malevolent entities cheered excitedly.

This banquet hall was like a vegetable market gathering hundreds of people, and the emotions of all the malevolent entities were stirred up.

Wu Xian sighed.

It really came, that evil art of lifespan stealing would eventually be spread out.

But what exactly was Liu Baoyu's purpose?

According to normal logic, if he obtained the evil art of lifespan stealing, shouldn't he practice it secretly and then kill everyone who knew about this evil art?

Only in this way could he ensure his maximum benefit.

Just like the Bixie Sword Manual is only powerful when one person knows it; if everyone in the martial arts world knows it, then the manual doesn't have much significance.

But Liu Baoyu 'selflessly' gathered the malevolent entities and shared the evil art of lifespan stealing with other malevolent entities.

What was his purpose?

Is he not afraid that other malevolent entities will practice the evil art and challenge his status?

While deep in thought, Wu Xian suddenly noticed that the breathing of the other Lotus Juanren had also become rapid.

He followed their line of sight and saw that on the inconspicuous edge of the pile of items, several keys were strikingly placed.

Keys!

Wu Xian's eyes lit up.

They had to pass through eight rooms to leave the Fudi.

But two rooms were locked.

This meant that each Lotus Juanren needed to obtain at least two keys to leave the Fudi. Wu Xian had just obtained one key and gone to the wandering physician's room; he was now in urgent need of another.

It was unknown whether a key could be obtained in the mourning hall, so this might be their last chance to obtain a key.

Guan Daorong was even more eager.

His injuries were too severe, and he urgently needed the 'Small Return Pill' from the wandering physician to recover, otherwise he might not be able to survive the next two rooms.

Wei Dian counted the number of keys.

"There are six in total, exactly one for each of us. This number is not a coincidence; it should be arranged for us. We should have a chance to get the keys later."

Wu Xian also agreed with Wei Dian's guess.

So he continued to watch the stage; Steward Hu's words were not finished yet.

Steward Hu looked at the heated atmosphere below, his tail wagging proudly: "It seems everyone has their favorite items. Master Liu is about to transform into a dragon. Tonight's banquet has only one purpose, and that is to be happy."

"Anyone below can come on stage to perform a program. As long as you can make the Master applaud, you can choose one from that pile of prizes... even the 'Immortal Art'!"

Countless malevolent entities jumped up and down, roared loudly, and signed up enthusiastically.

Steward Hu clapped his hands, and two Liu mansion servants holding chains walked into the banquet hall from the side. Following behind the chains was a string of dejected humans.

Some of them were in suits and leather shoes, some were still in pajamas, and some looked like backpackers who had come for jungle camping.

These humans were full of terror. They were caught by fierce and evil monsters in their cars, at home, and at work, and brought to this banquet where demons and ghosts gathered.

As for what would happen next, they already had a vague guess in their hearts.

One of the girls.

Discovered that there was a table of humans among the banquet tables full of demons, so she asked Wu Xian and the others for help loudly.

But Wu Xian and the others could only avoid her gaze.

The emotions in their hearts were like a volcano; they wished they could kill all these malevolent entities, but they didn't have the ability. They were just like these humans who had just been brought here, just toys of fate.

Steward Hu pointed to those humans and said.

"Everyone, please look. These are high-quality, healthy living people. If you need living people to cooperate with your performance, you can choose from here at will, without worrying about whether it will be wasted."

"If you use them up, just go and catch more. There are too many humans. They crawl around on the earth, occupying the great mountains and rivers, multiplying endlessly, inexhaustible."

"This Mountain Lord, please come on stage..."

A variegated tiger with a mouth full of blood and walking semi-upright climbed onto the stage, licking the blood on its mouth, chose a fat human to act as its performance prop, and began a bloody performance...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 154 =====