Chapter 131 Fatal Reversal
I saw a woman with a ponytail taking off her clothes.

Wu Xian suddenly understood.

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

Because evil spirits also need human skin!
Therefore, they would choose a place without interference from the Liu Mansion, such as the 'Guest Room Tomb', to launch an attack on the living people inside.

If the evil spirit's attack last night was successful, today in the clothing store, the dead would be "wearing" the living.

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

No matter what the possibility is.

These are the situations that Liu Baoyu, the young master of the Liu family, wants to see.

For example, Bai Xiaolan just said that this mourning dress can cover up the smell on their bodies.

But she didn’t say, what mourning clothes can cover up is the smell of a living person, or the smell of a sneaky person!
The skin that the ponytail woman took off was quite bloated. After all, the skin came from Huo Gai and Sha Xiuwen, and was much heavier than her weight. She looked like she was wearing an extra-thick down jacket made of flesh and blood.

A female worker came over, holding a pair of scissors and a needle and thread, and began to sew and mend the leather in front of everyone. The thick leather looked a bit like mourning clothes.

After everything is ready.

The ponytailed woman closed her eyes, raised a sinister smile, and strode forward.

One step, two steps...

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

As her steps increased, her smile began to look more human, and the skin of the two people on her body began to pale and fade, eventually taking on the appearance of a mourning dress.

click!
The woman paused and opened her eyes.

The mourning dress she was wearing had a hood and looked very simple from the outside, but if you spread it out, you could see the desperate faces of Sha Xiuwen and Huo Gai from inside.

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

The process is quick, taking less than a minute.

Wu Xian frowned slightly.

Is this over?

If that were all, then there would be nothing to be afraid of with this Yin-Yang Hundred Years Platform. It is also possible that the danger of this platform is only aimed at humans, not evil spirits.

But Xu Fenglan and the other two looked expectant. Is there really any danger on this Baisuitai?
Wu Xian is unknown.

The second person to be drawn to go on stage was teacher Luan Jing.

This bald male teacher has always had a low sense of presence, and even Wu Xian doesn't know much about him.

Luan Jing has always been very silent and doesn't talk much. He occasionally helps others with things. He has a stable personality and rarely has emotional breakdowns. He often has an optimistic expression on his face.

This is his advantage.

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

Wu Xian stared at the platform.

Because only humans who walk this centenary platform can bring him valuable experience.

Luan Jing climbed onto the platform.

His expression changed slightly, he took a deep breath, mustered up the courage to enter 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 it just to be here once.”

"This time, just take twenty steps this time!"

Luan Jing was already wearing mourning clothes and did not need the female workers to adjust his 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 incredibly slow, so much so that after two or three minutes, his footsteps had not yet fallen.

Compared to his slow steps, Luan Jing's expression changed very quickly, to an abstract and terrifying degree. The muscles on his face kept twitching and spasming, and there were even afterimages. His entire face was so blurred that no details could be seen.

Three minutes later.

Luan Jing's footsteps finally touched the ground.

The twitching on his face stopped, and his expression was full of happiness and satisfaction. No one knew what he had just been going through.

Then comes the second step, the third step...

Luan Jing walked like this for more than ten steps, which took almost half an hour. Even Wu Xian became a little impatient and didn't keep an eye on him all the time.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened!
Tear!

One of Luan Jing's arms flew out, and a large amount of blood splattered, dyeing the Yin-Yang Hundred Years Platform red.

But after only two or three seconds, the broken arm of Luan Jing had scabbed over and flesh had grown back, and the arm became round and plump with no trace of the wound.

When Guan Daorong saw this scene, his expression changed slightly.

Maybe he could use this platform to heal his wounds.

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

He began to age rapidly, all his hair fell out abnormally within seconds, not even a single strand was left, his body was covered with wrinkles, and his face had a blurry expression that only showed pain and despair.

Only a dozen seconds passed.

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

An expression of fear appeared on his old face, and he pleaded with Bai Xiaolan.

"I'm done...I, I want to step down now."

Bai Xiaolan grinned: "No, you have to open your eyes to get off the Hundred Years Platform."

Wu Xian's eyes widened, he knew that the crucial thing was coming.

Accompanied by Luan Jing's extremely shrill and hoarse screams, under the horrified gazes of the crowd, Luan Jing's chest suddenly swelled up, and was stretched into the shape of two hands. The hands controlled his chest cavity, and with a sudden force, they tore Luan Jing's chest open!

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

It became a monster with only two legs standing on the ground and its upper body covered in flesh and blood!

Including Wu Xian, all human beings felt extremely nauseous when they saw this bloody scene. They turned pale, felt dizzy, and felt like vomiting.

But Bai Xiaolan, who looked cute, had eyes full of excitement. She clapped her furry hands, and fine hair grew on her cheeks, and her mouth and nose turned into a scary hedgehog face!

"Yes, yes, it's wonderful!"

This weird, disgusting, and nauseating thing stood on the centenary platform for quite a while.

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

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

The flesh and blood of Luan Jing wrapped on the outside began to turn white and dry, forming the appearance of mourning clothes, which was draped on a bald man wearing glasses.

The man took sixteen steps.

open one's eyes.

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

After only taking thirty-two steps on the stage, Luan Jing was turned upside down, from a healthy and living person, into a piece of mourning clothes on a dead passenger!
(End of this chapter)