Chapter 147 Learning to Walk in Handan Hu Yunkuan climbed down the wire that last moment, he thought he was really going to die. But unexpectedly, at the critical moment, a breeze suddenly appeared, giving him a small push, allowing him to barely maintain his balance. If it were the previous Hu Yunkuan, he would definitely panic because of the breeze and fall off the wire, but his mindset had changed, so he seized this rare opportunity, regained his balance, and walked down the wire safely. Now his whole body was soaked with sweat, his calves were trembling, and he would lose at least one or two kilograms of weight walking on the tightrope this time. Under the stage. The evil spirits booed. Liu Baoyu applauded. He thought Hu Yunkuan's tightrope walking performance was very exciting, so the other evil spirits could only applaud reluctantly. The attitude of the host of the banquet. This sets the tone for tonight’s dinner. As long as we can survive through the game, there won’t be any other twists and turns. This is actually very consistent with Wu Xian's estimation.
There were so many newcomers on the first day, but only two died, which means that the difficulty of the banquet hall tomb is not too high, and the instinctive choices of those newcomers are correct. Wu Xian was just worried that the difficulty of the room would increase as time went by. Now that Hu Yunkuan had stepped down safely, he felt much more relaxed. He felt extremely hungry and began to eat food from the table. Hu Yunkuan walked up to Wu Xian and thanked him sincerely. "If it weren't for you, I would have died under those blades." Wu Xian was just about to take the roasted frog from Hu Yunkuan, but when he heard this, he stopped in embarrassment. Wei Dian smiled and said, "Why are you thanking him? You should thank me." Wu Xian turned the plate on the table so that Liu Xiucai's head was facing Wei Dian. "I pass on his thanks to you." The smile on Wei Dian's face disappeared. While Wu Xian and others were chatting and laughing, Guan Daorong had already stood up and walked towards the stage. He was going to perform his second show, which was called "Learning to Walk in Handan". Butler Hu looked at Guan Daorong for a few times, then explained the details of the show with a strange smile. "This program is very simple, one person performs the action and the other person imitates it." "The imitation conditions don't have to be too strict, as long as they are roughly completed. If one person takes three steps, the other person also takes three steps. If one person jumps once, the other person also jumps once." The evil audience immediately booed, this show sounded too boring. But Guan Daorong's expression changed slightly. He knew that things would not be that simple. It sounded like this show would require the cooperation of two people to complete, but he went on stage to perform the show alone. So who would the other be, and what movements would he need to imitate? Butler Hu looked down at the audience. "Which friend is willing to come up and cooperate with this Mr. Guan?"
Wu Xian raised his eyebrows. Guan Daorong is in trouble, as what he needs to imitate is actually an evil spirit. Evil spirits are not human beings, and they can easily do things that humans cannot do. If you encounter a bull spirit that wants to perform rumination, or a camel monster that wants to eat cactus raw... The evil spirits immediately raised their hands enthusiastically, all wanting to come up and play with Guan Daorong. Butler Hu picked and chose, and finally chose a man with a hunchbacked figure and scales all over his face and body to come on stage. The scales on this man's body grew out of piercing flesh and blood. Each scale was a wound. Some wounds were crawling with maggots, and some contained whitish or yellowish pus. The man looked at Guan Daorong with a grim smile, his face full of resentment, and it seemed as if he had a deep hatred for Guan Daorong. "You can call me Jia Sheng. Do you know where my brothers and sisters have gone? They were all captured 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, probably more than your brothers and sisters. I have helped you to avenge yourself, you should thank me!" "Please take care of me for a while." Jia Sheng was speechless. I didn’t know what to say for a moment. Humans are really too complicated. Butler Hu interrupted the conversation. "The show has begun. First, Guan Daorong will imitate Jia Sheng, and then Jia Sheng will imitate Guan Daorong. It will not end until one of you cannot imitate anymore." Jia Sheng was stunned: "I still want to imitate him?" Butler Hu turned around, exuding invisible pressure: "Since this is a show, there should be a give and take, why... are you scared?" Jason swallowed. "When you are doing the actions, if you need any scene items, you can tell me and I will satisfy you. Now you can start. Jia Sheng will ask the questions first." Jia Sheng thought about it and decided not to kill Guan Daorong in a hurry. He decided to torture him first in the first round, so he made a request. "I want a pot, a big pot with hot oil!" As soon as Butler Hu clapped his hands, a large pot of hot oil appeared instantly. There was no need to even light the fire. The pot was directly boiled, with oil bubbling inside and it looked extremely hot. The evil spirits below exclaimed again. The ability of the Thousand-Year-Old Fox was so strange that even the monsters felt weird. Jia Sheng threw a stone into the pot, then stretched out his left arm. The bloody scales on his arm closed, forming something like armor. He looked at Guan Daorong provocatively: "This is my move, you try to imitate it!" Wow! Jia Sheng immediately put his arm into the hot oil. His arm caused large white spots to appear in the pan, making a sharp sizzling sound. Hot oil spots splashed everywhere, but he took out the stone as if nothing had happened. pat. The nail pieces spread out with steam, but Jia Sheng was completely unharmed! Butler Hu threw another stone into the oil pan. Guan Daorong stood in front of the pot, feeling the heat from the iron pot, his face extremely gloomy. He knew better than others what would happen if he put his hand into the oil pan.
Because he had tried it with others. Now that it was his turn, he was absolutely reluctant to do it. But listening to the urging of the evil spirits below and looking at the eager eyes of Butler Hu and Jia Sheng, Guan Daorong knew that he could not escape this disaster. If the show fails, his fate may be much more miserable than being blown up. So Guan Daorong made up his mind. He wrapped his arm with clothes, stared at the stones in the pan, and suddenly put his hand into the pan. Oh! A lot of oil splashed in the wok, and Guan Daorong's arm changed color almost instantly. This sound usually whets people's appetite, but now it just feels creepy. In less than a second, Guan Daorong pulled his arm out. Something was thrown to the ground, it was the stone that was thrown in! However, Guan Daorong's arms had been burned over a large area, and the excruciating pain made him break out in cold sweats. He curled up on the stage, hugging his arms and howling miserably. This was because he took the stone out as quickly as possible. Otherwise, a slight delay would result in more serious injuries, and the severe pain might prevent him from having the chance to take the stone out at all. Guan Daorong’s howl. The family members who heard it felt deeply sad. But Butler Hu, Jia Sheng, and the evil spirits in the audience felt that the sound was like the sound of nature. They were all cruel hunters in nature, and they felt happy from the bottom of their hearts when they heard the screams of their prey. This quality. He is very similar to Guan Daorong. So they did not stop Guan Daorong, but listened to his screams with interest. Liang Fang and Hu Yunkuan looked reluctant, but Wei Dian smiled heartlessly. Wu Xian smacked his lips. This murderer is so pitiful. Although he didn't die, he was still in pain and had been a seriously ill patient in the blessed land. But this was what Guan Daorong deserved. If this wasn't a blessed land, killing each other would only affect everyone's chances of survival. Wu Xian would have found a way to kill Guan Daorong long ago... But Guan Daorong should have had similar thoughts. If this was not a blessed land, he might have already started killing anyone in the team whom he disliked. After admiring Guan Daorong's screams for a while, Wu Xian suddenly felt something was wrong. It seemed like Guan Daorong had been howling for too long. (End of this chapter)