Chapter 134 Wu Xian takes the stage The story of Xu Fenglan’s death has come to an turned their attention to Guan Daorong who was walking on the Baisuitai. Compared with Xu Luan. Guan Daorong's catwalk show is much more interesting. His first step was the same as Luan Jing's, and also took three minutes. During these three minutes, most of Guan Daorong's wounds healed at an incredible speed. Wu Xian guessed. Guan Daorong deliberately used the characteristics of Baisuitai to heal his injuries. After this step, Guan Daorong's steps became much faster. It took him less than ten minutes to complete a total of fifteen steps. During these ten minutes, Guan Daorong used the props for worshiping gods twice, and both hit empty space, but it seemed that the released power was very helpful for his progress on the Hundred Years Platform. After taking the fifteenth step. Guan Daorong opened his eyes.
He first glanced back with lingering fear, his forehead covered with sweat. Walking on this broken platform was much more exciting than killing someone. After a few seconds of rest. Guan Daorong placed two fingers on his neck, feeling the pulsation of the artery, and then put his hand in front of his nose, feeling his own breathing. Only after doing these two things did he breathe a sigh of relief. He confirmed that he was still alive! But after confirming this, Guan Daorong felt a little disappointed. Wu Xian noticed his unusual expression and immediately narrowed his eyes. Although Guan Daorong had a bad character and almost no morals, his ability as a murderer was unquestionable. Whether in terms of strength or intelligence, he is outstanding. Since he has such a reaction, it means that he has discovered some important clues. After Guan Daorong stepped down, Wu Xian stood up. He had previously drawn number seven. Next it was his turn to take the stage. For the Centenary Platform. Wu Xian's mood was complicated. He felt a little scared but also very curious; there were too many mysteries on the platform, and now he could finally go and see the answers for himself. Wu Xian climbed up to the Baisui Terrace and handed two blood-stained cloth bags, one for black scale skin and one for fashionable evil spirit skin, to the female worker. The female worker took the two skins and unfolded them. Her eyebrows raised and her lips slightly parted. She was obviously a little surprised. Although the fashionable skin was good-looking, it was still within the normal range. But this black scale skin... She shook her head. This is a fight between the young master and the grandmother. They just need to not offend either side and don't need to have any other ideas. Even if some of the scales of this skin came from the grandmother, they would make it into mourning clothes. The female workers were quickly sewing the outline of a mourning dress from two pieces of leather. Wu Xian took advantage of this brief moment to observe the Baisuitai.
The table top of the Baisuitai is much more exquisite than the sides. In the middle is a long metal carving, which tells the story of a person growing up from a baby to an adult, from a babbling child to an old man with white hair and beard. At every stage of this person's growth, there are small animals such as snakes, insects, rats, foxes, and hedgehogs accompanying him. These carvings divide the surface of the Baisui Terrace into dozens of small grids, and there are some poems of unknown meaning on both sides. Skin and flesh are peeled off to make new clothes, Silver needle and blood thread sew the secret of heaven. Wearing mourning clothes, The years of life have become a mystery. The dark destiny covers the life span and goes against the will of heaven. The evil spirits on the 100-year-old stage are in a hurry. The yellow millet and the rotten chess are all mysterious, One wrong step and there will be no return! Wu Xian had just finished reading these words. Before he could think about the meaning of these sentences, the female worker draped two leather coats on Wu Xian's shoulders and spoke to him in a cold tone. "The two evil skins have a total life span of thirty-two years. One step is one year. You can decide how many steps you want to take." After putting on the evil spirit skin, Bai Xiaolan did not rush Wu Xian, but gave him enough time to think. Wu Xian stood at the starting point of the Baisui Terrace and first glanced at the leather clothes on his body. The red thread was used to sew it into a mourning dress, and the needles in the hands of the female workers were all shining silver. "Silver needles and bloody threads are sewing the secret of heaven..." “It seems that this crooked poem is describing this process.” "Then the possible danger I might encounter later is... the dream world or the spiritual world? I guess there will be something that will try to stop me from moving forward..." Then Wu Xian remembered what Liu Baoyu, the young master of the Liu family, had said to him in the guest room. "If you have more Yang life span, you will be like a human, and if you have more Yin life span, you will be like a ghost. Ghosts are the minions of snakes, and humans are the food of snakes... In other words, if you want to deal with the Liu family's grandmother, it is best if you have neither too much Yin life span nor too little Yang life span, but keep a balance." "Killing ghosts and peeling their skins, making funeral clothes and walking on the platform is to balance the yin and yang of life. This is what Bai Xiaolan said at the beginning, the method of hiding the yin and yang!" "I have 26 years of life left, and steps is just right!" "Guan Daorong's strange reaction just now was probably because he didn't know how long he had left to live, so he gambled on fifteen steps, and he felt regretful for taking fewer steps." "The reason why Xu Fenglan died was probably because she walked too much and lost all her lifespan, causing her to really become a living corpse!" In addition, Wu Xian also saw a lot of other information. But time was running out and Wu Xian couldn't keep thinking about it, so he closed his eyes and raised his left leg. …… Boom, boom, boom! There was a knock on the door. "Ah Xian, it's already half past six. It's time to go to school. How long do you want to sleep in your room?" A woman pushed the door open and pushed Wu Xian, who was standing in the middle of the room, to leave. As soon as Wu Xiangang reacted, he found that he had fallen behind and opened his eyes. He was now in a spacious and bright bedroom. The bedroom is very large, and the walls are covered with some middle school style posters. Wu Xian murmured, "Where is this? Wasn't I just on the Hundred Years Platform?"
The woman pushing Wu Xian had some similarities with Wu Xian in her eyes and eyebrows. Wu Xian once tried to imagine the image of his mother, and that person looked exactly like the woman in front of him. Wu Xian himself looked like he was a dozen years younger, just like a little child. "What's the 100-year-old platform? You haven't woken up yet." The woman was amused by Wu Xian and affectionately touched his forehead with her finger. Her every move was in line with Wu Xian's fantasy. But Wu Xian was not moved at all. He was very calm and knew that all this should not appear before his eyes. So he closed his eyes, walked forward, and tried to take twenty-six steps, but he bumped into the wall after only a few steps. The woman was amused by his silly actions. Hear the laughter and feel the pain. Wu Xian's lips curled up. “Isn’t this the spiritual world?” "I guessed it a long time ago!" "This place is much rougher than the spiritual world of the Soul-Snatching Demon!" Wu Xian ignored the woman's call, concentrated his mind, and soon felt his body. His body was raising his foot, with his eyes closed, maintaining the same posture. As long as Wu Xian was willing, he could put his foot down in an instant. But at this moment. Suddenly a voice appeared in Wu Xian's ears. "Why are you in such a hurry to take a step? Once you take a step, everything you just saw will disappear. Isn't that the scene you just saw what you expected?" It took me a lot of time to write this crooked poem. It's completely original, not copied from anywhere else. I don't seek to write this well, I just hope it can resonate with the novel and give readers a better impression.
(End of this chapter)