Chapter 136: The Trickster Walks with His Eyes Closed

There was another conversation going on around Wu Xian.

The first voice was a little weak.

"Sir, why is this road so muddy and dark? Only your lantern can provide light. Could you please untie the rope on my hand first? It is really disgraceful to walk in the mud like this."

The second person's voice was bold.

"You spoiled poor scholar, you can just laugh secretly because you have ropes tied to your hands. I am still wearing shackles and fetters. Look at the bald donkey next to you, with a sack on his head. I'm afraid he can't even see the road clearly and can only follow the lantern."

Suddenly a loud shout was heard.

"Shut up!"

"You murderous thief scholar, the rebellious thief Taoist who instigated riots, the unprincipled wild monk who seduced the princess, you committed sins in the world of the living, and now you dare to complain in the underworld, wait for the punishment of being burned with fire, sawed, boiled in boiling water, and boiled in hot ashes..."

"I have no complaints..."

Snapped!
When the whip sounded, the three men wailed in unison. After teaching them a lesson, the man who shouted at them spoke again.

"The underworld is dark, without the light of the sun and moon, so it is naturally pitch black. Only we, the ghost messengers, have lanterns. Alas, I don't know what disasters have happened in the human world recently. Countless dead souls have entered the Naihe River, causing the water of the Naihe River to overflow, and the road to the underworld is so muddy..."

Wu Xian continued to try to lift his feet, feeling a slight movement in his heart.

Judging from the sounds, there were six people around him, namely a scholar, a monk, a Taoist priest, a ghost messenger, an old man and a girl. In addition, there were countless noisy noises, and even carriages and horses often passed by. Only these six people stayed by Wu Xian's side temporarily.

After listening to the explanation of the ghost messenger, the scholar suddenly turned his attention to Wu Xian: "What about this man? Why is he so relaxed and can walk on flat ground?"

The ghost sneered.

"This is a person who attempts to cover up his life with his Yin destiny. He has obstacles at every step and it is impossible for him to complete the whole process. This method violates the Yin law. When he fails, I will arrest him and all of you. As for now..."

"Let's just watch the excitement first. When a person from the living world walks in the underworld, there will be ghosts who are jealous of the living and come to trouble him."

The ghost said let’s go and see the fun.

But Wu Xian was actually also listening to the fun.

The sounds around him seemed quite real, but Wu Xian knew clearly in his heart that he was still on the Yellow Springs Hundred Years Platform, and the scenes on the Yellow Springs Road were all illusions. He just needed to move forward steadily.

The scholar was surprised and said, "Oh, it's true. A ghost came to visit us so soon!"

Wu Xian finally lifted his foot and was about to put it down when he suddenly heard a call from behind.

"Xian, you've grown so big."

Wu Xian was very familiar with this voice; it was the voice of the old detective who raised him.

Wu Xian was silent for a while and his body trembled for a moment, but he did not turn around or respond. He just took the second step heavily.

"Hey……"

After a sigh, the old man's voice disappeared and never appeared again. Wu Xian immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The Taoist priest said with some disappointment: "What a pity, what a pity, he didn't turn around. He had three Yang Fires on his body, and it was so hot that I didn't dare to get close to him. If he had just turned around and blew out one of the fires, we little devils could have gone over to have a taste."

Snapped!
The Taoist priest was whipped again and let out a scream.

The ghost said coldly: "Do you think I am just a decoration? How can I let you harm others when I am here, even if he is a criminal."

The Taoist priest retorted, "Why don't you just take care of them? Let's not talk about the one who just spoke ghost language, let's talk about the big ghost behind. He has been staring at this living person for a long time. I don't know how long he can endure it."

The ghost's tone suddenly weakened: "I'm just a small ghost, and I can't control every ghost..."

While they were talking, Wu Xian had already raised his third foot.

He could vaguely feel a small figure running away from him and whispering in front of the old man.

"Grandpa, this guy is really good-looking."

"What are you talking about, little girl? We are all dead, so stop causing trouble..." Wu Xian did not encounter any danger in the third step, the fourth step, and the fifth step.

The Taoist priest and the scholar were always making noises nearby, and the ghost messenger would occasionally speak out to stop their shady behavior. The girl would often run over, as if sticking close to Wu Xian to observe him secretly, and then shyly leave his side.

There was a sneer on Wu Xian's lips.

The scholar, the Taoist priest, the girl and the old man acted very realistically. They tried hard to create a real atmosphere, but these tricks could not fool Wu Xian.

Moving forward with eyes closed and strange noises all around is an extremely mentally demanding task.

But Wu Xian had experienced this before.

In the Haunted Hotel, he once closed his eyes and played a clapping game with the terrifying ghost mother who was looking for her child. The ghost mother was a completely real evil spirit who would attack Wu Xian if she was dissatisfied. The helplessness, darkness, and fear of not being able to control the situation still make Wu Xian feel creepy when he recalls it.

Compared to that, this one is child's play.

Wu Xian only thought that those evil noises were the noises made by birds and beasts. Apart from creating some psychological pressure, they could not stop Wu Xian.

"Grandpa, he..."

The old man seemed to want to stop something: "Come back and don't meddle in other people's business."

But the girl didn't listen to him. She ran to Wu Xianshen and said, "Brother, there is a trap under your feet. Don't step on it, or you will get hurt!"

When Wu Xian raised his foot for the sixth time, the girl suddenly reminded him.

Wu Xian laughed out loud.

It was indeed a routine. After he realized that he did not take the outside voices seriously, these voices directly interfered with his actions.

Who is the one who least wants him to complete these twenty-six steps?
Of course it’s that ‘Mr. Lan Ke’!

Mr. Lan Ke may be the will of this Yin-Yang Hundred Years Platform.

So Wu Xian directly landed the sixth kick, but because of the girl's reminder, he was still a little afraid, so he didn't kick too hard this time.

laugh!
Wu Xian suddenly felt a pain in the soles of his feet!
The monk sighed: "Amitabha..."

The scholar shouted excitedly: "Ha, he stepped on it, he really stepped on it!"

The ghost sneered and said: "The road to the underworld is changing all the time. If a living person dares to walk in the underworld with his eyes closed, he will be doomed!"

Wu Xian was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

The place where he had just stepped on was covered with nails!

The soles of Wu Xian's shoes had long been riddled with holes from his own thorns, so the nails pierced directly into the soles of Wu Xian's feet.

Fortunately, Wu Xian's feet had 'naturally thick skin', so the nails did not penetrate deeply. Wu Xian endured the pain, stepped on the nails, and took another step. This time he was much more careful.

Previously, when Luan Jing was on stage, his arm broke out of thin air.

This means that one can get injured on the Baisui Stage. If Wu Xian accidentally steps into a dangerous area, it would be ok if he becomes disabled, but it would be terrible if he dies directly.

Wu Xian's seventh step also went very smoothly.

But when it came to the eighth step, the Taoist priest suddenly spoke up to remind him.

"Be careful, brother. There is a deep abyss ahead!"

Wu Xian raised his foot and swallowed his saliva. He didn't dare to ignore the reminder anymore, and he didn't dare to kick for a long time...

　Part of the inspiration comes from Xuanshi Zhi, Zhang Wen——(a strange story novel in the middle Tang Dynasty, written by Zhang Du, whose maternal grandfather is the author of Xuanguai Lu, a family strange story novel.)
This paragraph is very messy, so I won’t post the whole text. I will only pick out two paragraphs related to Huangquan Road.

After walking for more than ten miles, the road was so dark that I couldn't see anything. I could only hear the horses and carriages running and people talking. I also heard his wife, brothers, and others calling out and crying. They all said, "Let's discuss the funeral supplies."

Wen then asked him, "Where are you living now? Why is it so dark?" Ji Lun said, "It is dark and gloomy, without the light of the sun or moon."

　
(End of this chapter)