Chapter 135: Stepping on the Road to Hell
The voice that suddenly appeared seemed old, but if you listened carefully, it felt childish. It was like a mixture of countless sounds superimposed together, which sounded extremely weird.
“Who are you?”
Wu Xian frowned and asked in confusion.
The voice laughed: "I have no name, just call me Mr. Lanke. It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is, what do you think of the life you see now?"
Wu Xian looked around.
It can be seen from this children's bedroom that this family is harmonious and prosperous. Both parents love their children. The future life must be happy and beautiful.
Every orphan has dreamed of living in such a family.
Even Wu Xian is no exception.
Wu Xian shrugged: "It's not bad, but it's a pity it's not mine."
"It's yours!"
Mr. Lanke'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, do you want to leave? How many steps? "
Wu Xian calculated it in front of Mr. Lan Ke.
"I am twenty-five years old now, so I will take seventy-five steps. A good person like me deserves to live a long life, so I need to take seventy-five steps to cover it all up."
"Well..."
Mr. Lanke paused for a moment, seemingly shocked by Wu Xian's shamelessness.
After a moment, he spoke: "Seventy-five steps... Well, as long as you walk slower, you can enjoy a perfect life of seventy-five years on the centenary stage. What's the point? What if you don't want to do anything?"
"A perfect life?"
Mr. Lanke said bewilderedly.
“Yes, in a perfect life, in the world of Centennial Terrace, 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 who you want to be, play the role you want... There is no exploitation and oppression in this world , work will be rewarded, and luck will come to you!"
"What are you still hesitating about? After passing this village, there will be no such store. Life can be perfect for a few years, but here every year All perfect!”
Wu Xian thought for a while.
Mr. Lanke’s proposal is indeed very tempting.
Compared with taking risks in a cruel blessed land, compared with returning to the real world where life is difficult, the Huangquan Centennial Terrace is indeed extremely beautiful, and there is no reason for family members and newcomers to refuse it.
After all.
In the blessed land, there is a great possibility that you will not survive until the end.
In reality, we also have to face the troubles of life.
But being on the centenary stage can avoid all misfortunes, which is equivalent to adding decades of life out of thin air. Even if you cannot complete this blessed place, it is still very worthwhile. Maybe Xu Fenglan and the others are addicted because of this. In Baisui Terrace, I chose clothing stores for three days.
But the problem is.
Can such good things really happen in the blessed land?
Wu Xian doesn’t believe it!
His impression of the blessed land is that if he feels that something bad is about to happen in the blessed land, then the bad thing will definitely be worse than imagined.
Wu Xian thought of Guan Daorong's restored arm, Luan Jing's aging, and Xu Fenglan's silent death.
Maybe what Mr. Lanke said is true. As long as you walk slower, you can spend a year safely in the spiritual world, while only three minutes pass outside.
But what Mr. Lanke didn’t say is that these three minutes may consume a whole year of Yangshou!
The purpose of walking on the 100-year-old platform is to cover up the yangshou with evil skin, but not to consume the yangshou on the 100-year-old platform.
Even a guy like Guan Daorong who lacks love is not willing to fall into this false enjoyment.
How could Wu Xian, an orphan, lag behind him?
Moreover.
Mr. Lanke said it is one year, is it really one year?
This is too deceptive!
Xu Fenglan, Luan Jing and Boss Yu have theoretically spent decades on the centenary stage, but there is no trace of time left on their bodies. Their appearance, character, speech and behavior, It doesn't look like it has been many years ago, and they haven't even forgotten the details of the blessed land.
Maybe their so-called life of one year is just taking away their life span and instilling some false memories into their minds.
No matter what the truth is. Anyway, from Wu Xian's point of view, life in the spiritual world is already a trap, and Mr. Lan Ke's bewitchment has only fallen on deaf ears.
But at the end.
Wu Xian wanted to take another look, so he returned to the false spiritual world.
“Axian, what’s wrong with you?”
The woman was touching Wu Xian's head with concern, wanting 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 think the same as me."
The woman was stunned: "What is the same?"
Wu Xian did not answer her.
“My home may be somewhere in a blessed place, maybe in the dilapidated house left by the old man, but... it’s not here, so goodbye!”
Bang!
Wu Xian dropped his steps heavily.
The woman, the house, the ground, the sky... everything around them stopped and turned into countless terrifying tiny ants, scattering suddenly and disappearing into nothingness in a short time.
This entire spiritual world is shockingly an illusion composed of ants of different colors!
Wu Xian still closed his eyes and couldn't see anything. He just kept his feet on the ground.
He just took one step!
“You made a wrong decision.”
Mr. Lanke’s voice became gloomy and cold.
"The situation of Lan Ke and Huang Liang Yimeng are my care and protection for you. Since you have decided to leave my protection, you can walk the next road by yourself."
"Using yin life to cover up yang life is against God's will. You will regret your decision."
Wu Xian pouted: "Why do you talk so much nonsense?"
Mr. Lanke smiled.
"Then, welcome to the road to hell!"
......
Mr. Lanke's voice disappeared, replaced by noisy sounds.
Snap, crash...
There were strange sounds coming from all around, like someone wading through muddy water in a swamp.
Some people were shouting in anger, some were screaming miserably after being whipped, and there were also people like officials, shouting and shouting to drive people forward. The faint sound of falling, the sound of chains, etc. could be heard.
“Is this Huangquan Road?”
“Is it another illusion of Mr. Lanke?”
Wu Xian was very curious, but he did not open his eyes against the rules of Centenary Taiwan, and just tried his best to listen.
A little girl shouted with a voice like a silver bell: "Grandpa, come and see, there is a weirdo here!"
Another old voice came: "This is Huangquan Road , Where can there be anyone? Stay away from him..."
"But grandpa, we are also dead, we are ghosts too!"
The old man was speechless.
Wu Xian ignored the old and the young, as long as he knew of their existence, it was enough.
He raised his feet to take the second step, but found that his legs had become extremely heavy. It was very laborious just to lift his feet. Every time he wanted to lift his feet, it took at least half a minute. time.
It was the same with Guan Daorong before.
He took the first step for three minutes because he fell into the dream of yellow rice.
But the remaining fourteen steps took about ten minutes. It seems that even if you don't enter the dream world, it is still not an easy task to take steps on the Huangquan Centenary Platform.
Xuanguailu, Volume 3, Wu Quansu
On the night of December 13th, when he was lying down, he saw two people in white clothes holding slips. They were summoned by Gongyuan with a signboard. Quansu said: "The ceremony and the test are divided into armors." There was a time, why bother to lead at night? "The envoy insisted on inviting me, but he had no choice but to get out of bed and follow him. Unexpectedly, he passed through Zicheng. He left the far gate two hundred steps and headed due north. He came to a road two feet wide, and beyond that he saw deep mud. When you see a husband or a woman, you pick her up, drag her down, yoke her body, lock her body, tie her to a train, a monk, a Taoist, hold her head in a bag, bind her face, scatter her and drive her away, hundreds of generations have done this. In the mud, I can only walk on a flat road.
(End of this chapter)