God Bestows Evil

Chapter 132 Fatal Flip

I saw a woman with a ponytail taking off her clothes.

Wu Xian suddenly understood.

 Why were they attacked by evil spirits yesterday when they were in the guest room tomb?

 Because evil spirits also need human skin!

 So they will choose a place where there is no interference from Liu Mansion forces, such as the ‘Guest Room Tomb’, to launch an attack on the living people inside.

If the evil spirit attacked successfully last night, today in the clothes shop, the dead will be "dressed" by the living.

If their attack fails, then the living people will come here to "dress" the dead with cloth bags.

 No matter what the possibility is.

This is what Liu Baoyu, the young master of Liu Mansion, wants to see.

 Just like Bai Xiaolan said just now, this mourning dress can cover their smell.

 But she didn’t say whether the mourning clothes could cover up the smell of living people or the smell of sneaks!

The skin that the pony-tailed woman took off was quite bloated. After all, the skin came from Huo Gai and Sha Xiuwen. It was already much heavier than her weight. It was like she was wearing a super-thick down jacket made of flesh and blood.

A female worker came over, holding scissors and needlework, and sewed and mended the skin in front of everyone. The thick skin looked a bit like mourning clothes.

 After everything is ready.

The ponytail woman closed her eyes, raised a cold smile on her lips, and strode forward.

 One step, two steps…

 As she moved forward, she kept a weird smile on her face.

 As her steps increased, her smile looked more human, and the skin on her body began to turn white and fade, eventually forming the appearance of a mourning dress.

 Click!

 The woman stopped and opened her eyes.

The mourning clothes she was wearing still had a hood, which looked very simple from the outside. But if she spread out the mourning clothes, she could see the desperate faces of Sha Xiuwen and Huo Gai from inside.

The pony-tailed woman smiled at Wu Xian, then jumped off the platform and randomly chose a table and chair to sit down. Her expression looked quite comfortable, as if she had completed some important work.

This process is quick, taking less than a minute.

Wu Xian frowned slightly.

 That’s it?

If this is the case, then there is nothing to be afraid of in this Yin Yang Centenary Platform. It is also possible that the danger of this platform is only for human beings and not for evil spirits.

But Xu Fenglan and the other three looked full of expectation. Is this centenary platform really in danger?

 Wu Xian is unknown.

 The person who won the second spot on stage was teacher Luan Jing.

This bald male teacher has always had no sense of existence. Even Wu Xian didn't know much about him.

Luan Jing has always been silent and doesn't talk much. He occasionally helps others with things. He has a stable personality and seldom breaks down. He always has an optimistic expression on his face.

 This is his advantage.

 But Luan Jing has always followed the rules and followed the trend, and has never done anything unexpected, so he is the least conspicuous among these people.

Wu Xian stared at the platform closely.

 Because only humans walking on this 100-year-old platform can bring them valuable experience.

 Luan Jing climbed onto the platform.

ˆHis face changed slightly, he took a deep breath, took out the courage he had when entering a classroom full of naughty children, and kept comforting himself.

"It's okay, nothing will happen. Wasn't it okay the first two times..."

“It’s worth just taking a walk here.”

 “This time, just take twenty steps this time!”

Luan Jing was already wearing mourning clothes, so there was no need for a female worker to adjust the clothes. At Bai Xiaolan's urging, Luan Jing closed his eyes and strode forward.

 One step?  Wu Xian was a little dumbfounded.

Compared to the ponytailed woman just now, Luan Jing's steps were surprisingly slow, so that after two or three minutes passed, his steps had not yet fallen.

Compared with the slow pace, Luan Jing's expression changed rapidly, reaching an abstract and terrifying level. The muscles on his face kept twitching and spasming, and there were even afterimages, and the entire face was blurred to the point where it was difficult to see the details. .

 Three minutes later.

Luan Jing’s footsteps finally touched the ground.

The twitching on his face stopped, and his expression was very happy and satisfied. No one knew what he was going through just now.

 Then the second step, the third step...

Luan Jing just walked like this, walking for more than ten steps in a row, which almost took more than half an hour. Even Wu Xian was a little impatient and didn't keep an eye on him.

 Suddenly, something unexpected happened!

 Tear apart!

One of Luan Jing's arms flew out, and a large amount of blood sprayed out, dyeing the Yin Yang Baisui Terrace red.

 But only two or three seconds later, Luan Jing's broken arm had already scabbed and regrown with blood and flesh. The arm was round and there were no traces of wounds.

 Guan Daorong's expression changed slightly when he saw this scene.

 Perhaps he can use this hundred-year-old platform to heal his wounds.

What puzzled Wu Xian was that Luan Jing seemed to be unaware of the pain and took two more steps forward. On the sixteenth step, something new happened.

 He began to age rapidly, and all his hair fell out in a matter of seconds, not even the last strand was left. His body was covered with wrinkles, and the vague expression on his face showed only pain and despair.

 Only ten seconds passed.

Luan Jing went from a relatively healthy, semi-bald teacher to a gray-haired, completely bald old man. His eyelids were stuck together and he couldn't open them at all.

His old face showed a frightened expression as he begged Bai Xiaolan.

 “I’m done...I, I want to step down now.”

Bai Xiaolan grinned: "No, I have to open my eyes to escape from the Centenary Platform."

Wu Xian's eyes widened, he knew something crucial was coming.

Accompanied by Luan Jing's hoarse scream, and under the horrified gazes of everyone, Luan Jing's chest suddenly swelled up, and he was stretched out into the shape of two hands. This hand controlled his chest, and with a strong force, he Tear Luan Jing's chest open!

Luan Jing's flesh and blood was stretched out and flattened in front of everyone, and then curled back. After a while of twisting, his flesh and blood was draped on the outside, while the mourning clothes were squeezed inside the body. .

He became a monster standing on the ground with only his legs and his upper body wrapped in flesh and blood!

Including Wu Xian, all human beings felt extremely sick when they saw this **** scene, their faces were pale, they were dizzy, and they felt like vomiting.

But Bai Xiaolan, who looks adorable, is full of excitement. She clapped her furry palms, fine hairs grew on her cheeks, and her muzzle turned into a scary hedgehog face!

 “Okay, okay, that’s great!”

This weird, disgusting, stomach-churning thing stood on the centenarian platform for a long time.

 Suddenly turned around and walked away in the direction he came from.

  One step, two steps... sixteen steps in total. With his footsteps, the flesh-and-blood monster gradually began to look like a human being.

 The flesh and blood of Luan Jing wrapped around the outside began to turn white and dry, forming the appearance of a mourning dress, draped over a bald man wearing glasses.

 The man walked sixteen steps.

open one's eyes.

 A satisfied smile appeared on his face, as if he had been reborn.

After only walking thirty-two steps on the stage, Luan Jing was turned upside down, from a good living person to a mourning suit worn by a dead passenger!

 (End of this chapter)