God Bestows Evil Chapter 136

Chapter 136 On the road to hell

This sudden sound seems old, but if you listen carefully, it feels childish. It is like a mixture of countless sounds superimposed together, which sounds extremely weird.

"Who are you?"

Wu Xian frowned and asked in confusion.

The voice laughed: "I have no name, just call me Mr. Lanke. Who I am is not important. What is important is, what do you think of the life you see now?"

Wu Xian looked around.

From this children's bedroom, we can see that the family is harmonious and prosperous, the parents love their children, and 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."

"is yours!"

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

Wu Xian calculated it in front of Mr. Lanke.

"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 everything up."

"Well…"

Mr. Lanke paused for a moment, seeming to be shocked by Wu Xian's shamelessness.

He spoke after a moment: "Seventy-five steps... Well, as long as you walk slower, you can enjoy a perfect life of seventy-five years on the centenary platform. Why not?"

“Perfect life?”

Mr. Lanke said confusingly.

“Yes, in 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 who you want to be and play the role you want... There is no exploitation and oppression in this world, labor will be rewarded, and luck will come to you!"

“What are you still hesitating about? After passing this village, there is no such store. Life can be perfect for a few years, but here every year is 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, Huangquan Centenary 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 live to the end at all.

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

But on the Centenary Platform, you 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 to the Centenary Platform because of this. Choose clothing stores every day.

The problem is.

In the blessed land, can such good things really happen?

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.

Perhaps 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 life!

The purpose of walking on the 100-year-old platform is to cover the yangshou with evil skin, not to waste 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?

Besides.

Mr. Lanke said it is one year, is it really one year?

This is too easy to deceive!

Xu Fenglan, Luan Jing and Boss Yu have theoretically spent decades on the centenarian stage, but there is no trace of time left on their bodies. Their appearance, personality, speech and behavior do not seem like they have passed by in the past. It looked like they had not even forgotten the details of the blessed land after so many years.

Maybe their so-called life of one year is just taking away their life span and instilling some false memories into their brains.

No matter what the truth is. Anyway, in Wu Xian's opinion, life in the spiritual world has become a trap, and Mr. Lanke's bewilderment 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, 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 think the same thing 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 shabby house left by the old man, but... it's not here, so goodbye!”

　　Bang!

Wu Xian stepped down heavily.

The woman, the house, the ground, the sky...everything around them came to a standstill 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 made up of ants of different colors!

Wu Xian still had his eyes closed and couldn't see anything. He just kept his feet on the ground.

He has just taken one step!

“You made a wrong decision.”

Mr. Lanke's voice became gloomy and cold.

“The situation of Lanke and Huangliang Yimeng are my care and protection for you. Since you have decided to break away from my protection, you can go on your own for the rest of the way.”

“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.

Plop, clatter…

There were strange noises 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.

“This is Huangquan Road?”

“Is it still another illusion created by Mr. Lanke?”

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

A little girl shouted in a voice like a silver bell: "Grandpa, come and see, there is a weirdo here!"

Another old voice came: "This is Huangquan Road. Where will there be people? Stay away from him..."

“But grandpa, we are also dead, we are ghosts too!”

The old man is 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.

The same goes for Guan Daorong before.

His first step took three minutes because he fell into a dream of yellow rice.

But the remaining fourteen steps lasted for about ten minutes. It seemed that even if we did not enter the dreamland, it was 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 I was lying down, I saw two people in white clothes holding slips. If the messenger from Gongyuan came to summon him, Quan Su said: "The ceremony invites the test, and the division of armor is scheduled. Why bother to invite at night?" The messenger insisted on inviting, but he had no choice but to do so. After getting out of bed and following along, I passed Zicheng without realizing it. I walked two hundred steps out of the far gate and headed due north. I came to a road two feet wide, but beyond that I could see 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)

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