Wang Yao felt Zhen Huai's large hand, like a strong, withered tree branch, forcefully pierce his waist. Immediately afterward, Wang Yao's entire body was lifted into the air, the wind whistled past his ears, and the scenery before his eyes changed rapidly. Wang Yao thought to himself, this must be what is called lightness skill.
Logically, after Wang Yao became an immortal, he should be much more powerful than the mortal Zhen Huai. But why is he still about the same as a mortal? He gets out of breath even after running up a few flights of stairs?
This is because Wang Yao's ascension to immortality was merely a leap in the essence of life. In terms of actual skills and physique, Wang Yao had not learned any immortal techniques, so how could he compare to Zhen Huai, who had cultivated Quanzhen Sect martial arts for a lifetime? Therefore, this scene of an immortal carrying a mortal on his journey occurred.
After floating on clouds for about three to five minutes, Wang Yao suddenly felt his feet touch solid ground. The hard, protruding thing behind his waist was gone. He blinked and then realized that there were people all around him, and everyone was excitedly rushing forward.
Not far ahead, two majestic stone lions stood guard on either side of the crowd. The flow of people surged forward along the paths on either side of the stone lions, and several men in security guard uniforms were shouting loudly and busily working ahead.
People who passed the security guard hurriedly ran inside, but most people remained in front of the guard, crowding together and craning their necks to peek ahead.
Wang Yao looked up and saw a large wrought iron plaque hanging above the security guard's head, with five big characters on it: "Waterloo Mansion".
Below the plaque stands a sign with white background and black lettering.
"A thrilling affair! A live person hanging from a 25-story building! Will they die? 5 yuan per person, first come, first served for the best spot, guaranteed to give you a clear view!"
Each word was written as big as a fist, especially the word "death" and the question mark, which were bolded in red, making them look shocking. Wang Yao couldn't help but touch his pockets; damn it, he didn't have a single penny. He didn't know if he could even sneak in.
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