Chapter 135 On the road to hell

The voice that suddenly appeared seemed old, but when you listened carefully it sounded childish, like a mixture of countless sounds superimposed on each other, which sounded extremely weird.

"who are you?"

Wu Xian frowned and asked in confusion.

The voice laughed: "I have no name, you can call me Mr. Lan Ke. It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is, what do you think of the life you see now?"

Wu Xian looked around.

From this children's bedroom, we can see that this family is harmonious and prosperous, both parents love their children very much, and their future life will definitely be happy and beautiful.

Every orphan has dreamed of living in such a family.

Even Wu Xian was no exception.

Wu Xian shrugged: "Not bad, but it's not mine."

"is yours!"

Mr. Lan Ke's tone suddenly rose several degrees: "As long as you are willing to slow down, all of this will be yours. Let me ask you first, how many steps do you want to take?"

Wu Xian calculated it in front of Mr. Lan Ke.

"I'm twenty-five now, so I'll take seventy-five steps. A good person like me deserves to live a hundred years, so I need to take seventy-five steps to cover everything up."

"Well……"

Mr. Lan Ke paused for a moment, as if shocked by Wu Xian's shamelessness.

After a moment, he spoke: "Seventy-five steps... Well, as long as you walk slower, you can enjoy seventy-five years of perfect life on the Hundred Years Platform. Why not?"

"Perfect life?"

Mr. Lan Ke said this in a misleading way.

"Yes, a perfect life. In the world of Baisuitai, everyone can get what they want, as long as they put in a little effort."

"Wealth, glory, beauty, ideals, ambitions, traveling around the world, appreciating the scenery and culture of various countries..."

“You can be whoever you want to be and play the role you want… There is no exploitation or oppression in this world. Labor will be rewarded and luck will come to you!”

"What are you still hesitating about? If you miss this opportunity, you will never get it again. There are only a few years in life that are perfect, but here every year is perfect!"

Wu Xian thought about it.

Mr. Lan Ke’s proposal is indeed very tempting.

Compared to taking risks in the cruel blessed land, and compared to returning to the real world where life is difficult, Huangquan Baisuitai is indeed extremely beautiful, and the family members and the newlyweds have no reason to refuse.

after all.

In a blessed land, there is a great possibility that you won't survive to the end.

In reality, we also have to face the troubles of life.

But on the Baisuitai, one can avoid all misfortunes, which is equivalent to adding decades of life. Even if one cannot complete this blessed place, it is still worth it. Perhaps this is why Xu Fenglan and the others are obsessed with the Baisuitai and choose the clothing shop for three days.

But the problem is.

Could such a good thing really happen in a blessed land?
Wu Xian didn't believe it!

His impression of the blessed land is that if you feel that something bad is about to happen in the blessed land, then this bad thing will definitely be worse than you imagine.

Wu Xian thought of Guan Daorong's recovered arm, Luan Jing's aging, and Xu Fenglan's silent death.

Maybe what Mr. Lan Ke said is true. As long as you walk slower, you can spend a year safely in the spiritual world, while only three minutes will pass outside.

But what Mr. Lan Ke didn’t say is that these three minutes may consume an entire year of life!
The purpose of walking on the Hundred Years Platform is to cover up one's lifespan with the evil spirit, not to consume it on the Hundred Years Platform.

Even a love-starved guy like Guan Daorong is unwilling to fall into this false enjoyment.

How could Wu Xian, an orphan, lag behind him?

Moreover.

Mr. Lan Ke said it was one year, so is it really one year?
This is too deceptive!
Xu Fenglan, Luan Jing and Boss Yu have theoretically spent decades on Baisuitai, but there is no trace of time on them. Their appearance, personality, speech and behavior do not seem like many years have passed. They have not even forgotten the details of the blessed land.

Maybe their so-called one year of living is just to drain away their life span and instill some false memories into their brains.

No matter what the truth is, in Wu Xian's opinion, life in the spiritual world is already a trap, and Mr. Lan Ke's deception is just wind in his ears.

But at the end.

Wu Xian wanted to take another look, so he returned to the false spiritual world.

"Ah Xian, what's wrong with you?"

The woman was touching Wu Xian's head with concern, trying to see if he had a fever. Her son's strange behavior made her anxious, and she was already calling her husband at work to ask him to come home quickly.

"That's great... You thought the same as I did."

The woman was stunned: "What's the same?"

Wu Xian didn't answer her.

"My home may be somewhere in a blessed land, or maybe in the dilapidated house left by the old man, but... not here, so goodbye!"

Bang!
Wu Xian stepped down heavily.

The woman, the house, the ground, the sky... everything around her paused and turned into countless terrifying tiny ants, which scattered with a bang. Soon, they all disappeared into thin air.

This entire spiritual world is actually an illusion made up of ants of different colors!
Wu Xian still had his eyes closed, unable to see anything, and just kept his feet on the ground.

He just took one step!

"You made a wrong decision."

Mr. Lan Ke's voice became gloomy and cold.

"The game of broken chess and the dream of Huangliang are my care and protection for you. Since you have decided to leave my protection, you can walk the rest of the way on your own."

"To cover up your Yang life with your Yin life is against the will of heaven. You will regret your decision."

Wu Xian curled his lips: "Why do you talk so much nonsense?"

Mr. Lan Ke laughed.

"Well, welcome to the Yellow Springs Road!"

……

Mr. Lan Ke's voice disappeared, replaced by a noisy sound.

Snap, splash...

There were strange noises coming from all around, as if someone was wading through muddy water in a swamp.

Some people were shouting indignantly, some were screaming in pain from being whipped, and there were also people like officials who were shouting and urging people forward. Faint sounds of people falling and the sound of chains could be heard.

"Is this the Yellow Spring Road?"

"Or is it another illusion of Mr. Lan Ke?"

Wu Xian was very curious, but he did not violate the rules of the Baisuitai and open his eyes. He just tried his best to listen.

A little girl shouted in a voice as loud as a silver bell: "Grandpa, come and see, there is a strange man here!"

Another old voice came: "This is the Yellow Spring Road, there won't be anyone here, stay away from him..."

"But Grandpa, we are dead too, we are ghosts too!"

The old man was speechless.

Wu Xian ignored the old man and the young, it was enough for him to just know their existence.

He lifted his foot to take the second step, but found that his legs had become extremely heavy. Just lifting his foot was very strenuous. Every time he wanted to lift his foot, it took at least half a minute.

The same thing happened to Guan Daorong before.

It took him three minutes to take his first step because he was in a dream.

But the remaining fourteen steps took more than ten minutes. It seems that even if one does not enter a dream, taking steps on the Huangquan Hundred Years Platform is still not an easy task.

　Records of Mysterious Things, Volume 3, Wu Quansu

On the night of December 13, when I was sleeping, I saw two people in white clothes holding tablets, like the imperial examination hall’s summons. Quan Su said, “The examination will be held at a certain time, why bother to summon me at night?” The envoy insisted on inviting me, so I had no choice but to get out of bed and follow him. Before I knew it, I had passed the inner city, and walked out of the Kaiyuan Gate for 200 steps. I walked due north and saw a road about two feet wide. Beyond that, it was all mud. I saw men and women, some were being dragged, some were being pulled down, some were being shackled, some were being chained, some were being tied up, some were being monks, some were being beaten, some were being chased, some were being driven away. Hundreds of them were walking in the mud, but Quan Su was the only one walking on the flat road.

　
(End of this chapter)