God Bestows Evil

Chapter 135 Wu Xian takes the stage

 Xu Fenglan’s death has come to an end.

 Everyone turned their attention to Guan Daorong who was walking on the 100-year-old platform.

Comparing with Xu Luan.

 Guan Daorong’s stage performance is much more interesting.

His first step, like Luan Jing's, also took three minutes. During these three minutes, most of the wounds on Guan Daorong's body healed at an incredible speed.

Wu Xian guessed.

 Guan Daorong deliberately used the characteristics of Baisui Tai to heal his wounds.

 Because after this step, Guan Daorong's steps moved much faster. It only took him less than ten minutes for a total of fifteen steps.

 During these ten minutes, Guan Daorong used the god-worshipping tools twice, but they all hit empty spaces, but it seemed that the release of his abilities was very helpful for his advancement on the 100-year-old stage.

 After completing the fifteenth step.

 Guan Daorong opened his eyes.

He glanced back with lingering fear at first, his forehead was covered with sweat. Walking on this broken platform was simply more exciting than killing someone.

 After a few seconds of rest.

Guan Daorong put his fingers on his neck, feeling the beating of the arteries, and put his hands in front of his nose, feeling his own breathing. After doing these two things, he breathed a sigh of relief.

 He confirmed that he was still alive!

 After confirming this, Guan Daorong felt a little disappointed.

Wu Xian noticed his unusual expression and immediately narrowed his eyes.

　　　Although Guan Daorong has a very bad character and almost no morals, there is no doubt about his ability as a murderer.

Whether it is force or brains, they all belong to the category of excellence. Since he reacted like this, it means that he has discovered some important clues.

 After Guan Daorong stepped down, Wu Xian stood up.

 He drew number seven before.

 It was his turn to take the stage next.

 For Centennial Terrace.

 Wu Xian’s mood was very complicated.

There is both a little fear and a lot of curiosity. There are too many mysteries on the platform, and now he can finally go and see the answers for himself.

Wu Xian climbed to the centenary platform and handed two blood-stained cloth bags, Black Scale Skin and Fashionable Sneak Skin, to the female worker.

The female worker took two pieces of skin and unfolded them. She raised her eyebrows and opened her lips slightly. She was obviously a little surprised. Although the fashionable skin was good-looking, it was still within the normal category, but this black scaly skin...

 She shook her head.

 This is a fight between the young master and the grandma. They only need not to offend either side and do not need to have any other ideas.

 Even if some of the scales of the skin come from Tai Ni, they will make them into mourning clothes.

The female workers were quickly sewing the outline of a mourning dress from two pieces of skin. Wu Xian took advantage of this short time to observe the centenary platform.

 The countertop of the Baisui Terrace is much more delicate than the side of the terrace.

In the middle is a long metal carving. The content on the carving is the story of a person growing up from a baby to an adult. From a child learning to talk to an old man with white hair and beard, there are snakes in every stage of this person's growth. Insects, rats, foxes, hedgehogs and other small animals accompany you.

These carvings divide the countertop of the Baisui Platform into dozens of small grids, with some poems of unknown meaning on both sides.

 Skin and take the flesh to make new clothes,

 Silver needles and **** threads sew the secrets of heaven.

Mourning clothes are worn on the body.

 The floating life has become a mystery for several years.

 Yin life covering up life goes against God’s will,

 The evil spirits on the hundred-year-old stage are anxious.



 One wrong step and there will be no return!

Wu Xian had just finished reading these words. Without thinking about the meaning of these sentences, the female worker put two leather coats on Wu Xian's shoulders and said to Wu Xian in a cold tone.

"Two evil skins have a total life of thirty-two years. One step is one year. You can think about how many steps you want to take."

After putting on the evil skin, Bai Xiaolan did not rush Wu Xian, but gave him enough time to think.

Wu Xian stood at the starting point of the 100-year-old platform and first took a look at the leather clothes he was wearing. He saw that red thread was used to sew the mourning clothes, and the needles in the hands of the female workers were all shiny silver. “Silver needle and **** thread sew secrets…”

“It seems that this crooked poem is describing this process.”

"The danger that I may encounter in a while is, Lanke Huangliang...the dream world or the spiritual world? There may be something that will try to directly prevent me from moving forward..."

Then Wu Xian remembered what Liu Baoyu, the young master of the Liu family, said to him when they were in the guest room.

“If you have a lot of yang life, you will be like a human, and if you have a lot of yin life, 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 Tainai, it’s best not to have too much yin life and yang life, but to maintain a balance.”

“Killing ghosts and peeling off evil spirits, making mourning clothes and walking on the platform is to balance the yin and yang of longevity, which is what Bai Xiaolan said at the beginning, the method of hiding the yin and yang!”

“I have a life span of 26 years, so walking 26 steps is just right!”

“Guan Daorong’s weird reaction just now was probably because he didn’t know how long he had left, so he took a gamble on fifteen steps. He felt regretful for taking fewer steps.”

"The reason why Xu Fenglan died may be because she walked too much and lost all her life span, causing her to really become a living corpse!"

 In addition, Wu Xian also saw a lot of other information.

 But time was running out now, and Wu Xian couldn't keep thinking here, so he closed his eyes and raised his left leg.

 …

 Dong, dong, dong!

 There was a knock on the door.

“Ah Xian, it’s half past six and I have to go to school. How long do you want to sleep in your room?”

 A woman pushed open the door and pushed Wu Xian, who was standing in the center of the room, to leave.

As soon as Wu Xiang reacted, he found that he had fallen behind and opened his eyes. He was now in a spacious and bright bedroom.

This bedroom is large, and the walls are covered with some Zhong Erfeng posters.

　　Wu Xian murmured: "Where is this place? Wasn't I on the 100th anniversary stage just now?"

The woman pushing Wu Xian has some similarities between her eyebrows and Wu Xian. Wu Xian once tried to conceive the image of his mother, and that person looked exactly like the woman in front of him.

Wu Xian himself seemed to be more than ten years younger, just like a child.

 “What’s Baisui Tai? You haven’t woken up yet.”

The woman was amused by Wu Xian, and she touched Wu Xian's forehead with her fingers affectionately. Her movements were in line with Wu Xian's fantasy.

 But Wu Xian was not moved at all.

 He was very calm and knew that none of this should appear in front of him.

 So he closed his eyes and faced forward, trying to take twenty-six steps, but he hit the wall after taking only a few steps. The woman was amused by his silly movements.

 Listen to 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 that takes away the body!”

Wu Xian ignored the woman's call, concentrated on it, and soon felt his body.

His body was raising his feet, with his eyes closed, maintaining the same posture as when he just raised his feet. As long as Wu Xian wanted to, he could drop his feet all at once.

 But at this moment.

 Suddenly a voice appeared in Wu Xian's ear.

“Why are you in a hurry to step down? Once you step down, everything you just saw will disappear. Isn’t the scene just now what you expected?”

  It took a lot of time to write this crooked poem.

Purely original, not copied from elsewhere.

To do this, I don’t ask for good writing, I just want it to be able to echo the novel and make readers feel better.

 (End of this chapter)