The years I was in the human world

"Ah - my legs, my legs!" The silence was broken by a scream from the crowd. The people around instantly scattered and formed a circular vacuum zone with that person as the axis. The person's legs were covered with purple veins, which seemed to be beating like life.

Those purple-red veins continued to extend upwards along the monk's legs. He rolled on the ground in pain. Some people tried to use spiritual power to expel them, but they didn't expect that the purple-red things would extend to other people. The people who came to help also had purple-red veins on their hands.

"Uncle Master! Uncle Master, save me." The first person with veins on his body had been eroded to the face, and it seemed that something was about to come out from under his skin. He asked for help from the elders in the crowd in horror, but before he could crawl out a step, his whole body exploded into a ball of blood mist.

Everyone was unexpectedly splashed with blood mist all over their heads and faces. Lu Zhouxue and Xie Huaiyu were protected by Xiao Fengzhuo and were wearing robes, so they were not affected, but Xiao Fengzhuo was soaked.

In a short while, veins began to grow on the bodies of the people whose faces were splashed with blood, and one by one they began to curse in despair and fear.

"Are you okay?" Xiao Fengzhuo's reaction was flat. He wiped his face nonchalantly, turned around and asked Lu Zhouxue calmly. The latter shook her head and reached out to wipe his face. Xiao Fengzhuo pursed his lips and smiled, grabbed Lu Zhouxue's hand and kissed it, "Aren't you afraid of ending up like them?"

Lu Zhouxue shook her head and pinched Xiao Fengzhuo's face.

"It hurts so much, it hurts so much." A cultivator pinched his wrist tightly, which was covered with veins, and broke out in a cold sweat. The spiritual power he poured into it was ineffective. He was dizzy with pain, gritted his teeth, drew his sword and cut off the entire wrist. Miraculously, the purple-red veins disappeared instantly.

The crowd was silent for a short moment, and then other cultivators began to follow suit, some broke their hands, some broke their legs. Xiao Fengzhuo did not move from beginning to end, and he did not grow any hideous purple veins like those cultivators.

Xiao Fengzhuo watched the monks' actions without saying a word. Soon, someone noticed his difference and started to question him. The tone was quite aggressive. Especially when they noticed that Xiao Fengzhuo was standing there with his hands and feet intact, their attitude became more and more dissatisfied: "Why are you not affected?"

"Because this is an illusion." With a loud noise of a heavy object falling, a huge incense burner fell to the ground. The thick ashes in the incense burner pressed down the incense sticks that had not yet been extinguished and poured out. The surrounding scenery changed in an instant. There was no long street at all, but clearly a palace with dim lights.

In the middle of the palace stood a huge coffin, which was covered with blood-red talismans. Maids and eunuchs who had long since turned into mummies knelt around it, and armored imperial guards were guarding the outside tightly. This was a mausoleum with a rather strange layout, and they were right in the middle of the mausoleum.

The fascinating incense burner was kicked over, and the illusion was shattered in an instant. The monks looked at each other in bewilderment as they saw their limbs missing. The man who was initially blown into a bloody mist was kneeling in the hall in an extremely awkward posture, his mouth wide open and his face full of horror - he was scared to death.

"Didn't the people who tricked you into coming here tell you that in the Yellow Spring Secret Realm there is a group of neither living nor dead creatures who covet the flesh and blood of living people, and who would be excited by a little blood?" The blood on Xiao Fengzhuo's face disappeared without a trace at this time.

After Xiao Fengzhuo finished saying this, something in the palace seemed to wake up. The mummies kneeling beside the huge coffin raised their heads, the armored imperial guards raised their swords, the monks' faces changed drastically, and just as they were about to run outside, they saw countless bloody handprints outside the window.

"Follow me." The mummies in the palace approached the monks who were bleeding and leaking blood. Xiao Fengzhuo took Lu Zhouxue and Xie Huaiyu and went around behind the coffins. He lifted a stone brick, and a long and narrow secret passage appeared in front of the three of them.

"How do you know there is a tunnel here?" Xie Huaiyu couldn't help but ask with gestures. Before his Xie family moved south, they were well-off in the Western Dynasty, but he didn't know some of the escape routes from the Western Dynasty palace as well as Xiao Fengzhuo.

"Back then, the Wuxiang people invaded Yiyang and Emperor Huai was a target of the enemy in the previous dynasty. The old emperor and his royal family fled from here." Xiao Fengzhuo answered the question irrelevantly and explained the past history of this tunnel, but still did not answer why he knew it.

Xiao Fengzhuo's tone was somewhat sarcastic. Lu Zhouxue couldn't help but look sideways, and then asked uncertainly: "Azhuo, are you unhappy?"

"No." Xiao Fengzhuo shook his head, not wanting to say more. He pinched a fire order in his hand and walked forward.

Lu Zhouxue, who fell behind, frowned at his back, but he didn't say anything. Never mind, give him some time to confess, Lu Zhouxue thought.

The three of them came out of the tunnel. The long street, which had been peaceful before, was now in chaos. Corpses were strewn everywhere, and the entire royal mausoleum seemed to have been massacred. Screams were heard one after another. Lu Zhouxue took a look at the clothes and faces of the corpses on the ground and found that they were all the undead who had been wandering the street before.

"Who killed them?" Xie Huaiyu couldn't help but ask. In that instant, he felt his whole body go cold. Lu Zhouxue beside him was also instantly alert. He drew his sword very quickly to block the attack for Xie Huaiyu. There was a loud sound of metal collision, and the Beifeng Sword was buzzing.

When the three people saw clearly the thing that suddenly appeared, their faces changed drastically. It was a fully refined white-haired zombie. When it opened its mouth, a mouthful of fangs were exposed, with blood hanging from the gaps between its teeth. In its hand, it was holding a mutilated human leg. It was unclear whether it was a monk or a wandering soul here.

"How did this thing appear here?" Xie Huaiyu didn't care about the blood leaking out of his mouth at this time, his face was full of astonishment. The white-haired zombie was an evil creature that could only be raised in a very cold place with blood for a hundred years. Its skin was as thick as a copper wall and iron wall, and it was invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, but it was also extremely flexible.

Many years ago, a white-haired zombie appeared in a place in the south. Zhong Ting didn't take it seriously at first and sent several Nascent Soul cultivators to deal with it. However, they all died at the hands of the white-haired zombie and almost caused a disaster. This shows how troublesome this evil creature is.

"I'm curious, too." Xiao Fengzhuo rolled up his sleeves calmly, moved his arms and legs, and attacked the white-haired zombie. He punched the zombie in the chest with 70% of his strength, but it was like hitting a stone wall. The white-haired zombie only took a half step back. Xiao Fengzhuo raised his eyebrows when he saw this, "Not simple."

The zombie roared at his face, with its fangs bared. The strong stench made Xiao Fengzhuo unable to open his eyes. He raised his hand and waved it in front of him, cursing, "Your mouth really stinks."

As he spoke, he pressed the zombie's head with one hand and supported its jaw with the other, and forced the zombie's bloody mouth shut. Then he turned over and kicked the zombie away. The white-haired zombie was stunned by Xiao Fengzhuo's combination of punches. He staggered to his feet, turned his bloodshot eyes, and turned to stare at Lu Zhouxue.

“Master!” Xie Huaiyu subconsciously stood in front of Lu Zhouxue, who raised his hand to lead him behind him and said calmly, “Stand back.”

The white-haired zombie had become a spirit. Seeing that Lu Zhouxue was not in a hurry, he knew that he might not be easy to deal with, so he pounced on Xie Huaiyu behind him after a feint. He did not expect that this was exactly the flaw that Lu Zhouxue had left intentionally. Just as he was about to bite Xie Huaiyu's throat, he suddenly felt dizzy.

Lu Zhouxue pulled its hind legs and threw it to the ground. The next moment, the cold light of the Sad Wind Sword followed closely, and the head of the white-haired zombie fell off and rolled to Xie Huaiyu's feet. He stared blankly at Lu Zhouxue sheathing the sword and stammered, "Just...solved?"

"It would be a joke if the Nine Heavens priests couldn't even solve this." The zombie was killed by Lu Zhouxue, and the body was dressed by Xiao Fengzhuo. He walked over while talking, kicked the zombie's head at Xie Huaiyu's feet, and asked Lu Zhouxue with a smile, "Mianmian, what do you think, yes or no?"

"There are white-haired zombies under the ground. Qinghe's situation in the Yin Gathering Land is probably even more grim." Lu Zhouxue did not respond to Xiao Fengzhuo's words. He raised his hand and patted the latter's head, saying seriously, "The situation over at Peacock's place is also unclear. We can't wait for Qinghe to come to us."

"Well, OK." Xiao Fengzhuo nodded in response. He paused, kicked the white-haired zombie at his feet, and added, "This thing is not from the underground royal mausoleum. It must have been brought in by someone else."

Lu Zhouxue threw down a fire talisman to burn the white-haired zombie, and asked, "Why?"

"With that person guarding, the evil spirits outside dare not come in." Xiao Fengzhuo did not want to explain too much, and only pointed to the palace city hidden in darkness deep in the royal mausoleum.

"As for who brought them in..." Xiao Fengzhuo seemed to have discovered something as he spoke. He looked at a dark alley and squinted his eyes. Then he chuckled, pulled out the Xiaohan Knife from his waist and threw it into the darkness. A groan of pain was heard along with the sound of the blade entering the flesh - there was a living person hiding there.

The three of them walked towards the alley. Lu Zhouxue threw another fire-falling talisman into the alley. The whole alley suddenly became as bright as day. A man in gorgeous clothes was nailed to the wall with his shoulder blade pierced by the Laughing Cold Knife. Xiao Fengzhuo walked over and looked at his face. He immediately laughed: "Oh, Qi Nankuo."

Xiao Fengzhuo stretched out his hand to pull out the scimitar, and Qi Nankuo suddenly blasted a ball of spiritual energy in his hand towards his face. The former reacted quickly and ducked to avoid it. Although the action was ugly, it was very effective. Then a stream of spiritual energy shot out from his fingertips, directly crippling Qi Nankuo's hands.

He carried the man and threw him in front of Lu Zhouxue, slapped Qi Nankuo's face with the blade and said, "Tell me what you are doing here?"

"Who are you? How dare you--" Qi Nankuo didn't finish his words when Xiao Fengzhuo hit him on the head with the handle of the knife.

"Who the hell do you care who I am? Tell the truth, you bastard."

Qi Nankuo let out a cry of "Ah" when he was hit, and when he looked up he saw the handle of the Xiaohan Sword shining with cold light. He was stunned for a moment, and his gaze moved to Xiao Fengzhuo's face. The person in front of him looked unfamiliar, and he was not sure if it was the person he was thinking of.

Qi Nankuo twitched his nose, grabbed Xiao Fengzhuo's falling sleeves and took a deep breath, then suddenly hugged Xiao Fengzhuo's legs and started howling: "Uncle, are you back, uncle, I missed you so much."

Xiao Fengzhuo's expression visibly cracked, and Lu Zhouxue looked at him with a complicated expression and asked, "Did you beat him... stupidly?"

"Shut up." Xiao Fengzhuo couldn't bear it anymore and hit Qi Nankuo on the head again, then pulled his collar and forced him to look into his eyes, and said coldly, "Don't act crazy and stupid, you know how well I know you."

As Xiao Fengzhuo spoke, he moved the scimitar in his hand a little closer to Qi Nankuo's neck. Perhaps sensing the murderous intent behind his action, Qi Nankuo stopped howling and the expression on his face disappeared without a trace. His expression changed as quickly as turning the pages of a book, which amazed Xie Huaiyu.

"Uncle, you still don't believe me as always." Qi Nankuo chuckled, but his eyes looking up at Xiao Fengzhuo were full of resentment. It was obviously him who acted crazy and stupid first, but now he turned the tables and blamed Xiao Fengzhuo for not believing him.

"You hid among the monks and fanned the flames, then deliberately led the white-haired zombies to attack us. After several failed attempts, I caught you. Now you say that I don't believe you, Qi Nankuo. You are such a confounding idiot." Xiao Fengzhuo was not annoyed. He patted Qi Nankuo's face and continued,

"You recognized me so quickly. I guess the peacock is helping you. Tell me, what are you going to do here?"

"Uncle, can't I come here just for you?" Qi Nankuo grabbed Xiao Fengzhuo's wrist with his backhand, looked at him deeply with sticky eyes, then lowered his head and took a deep breath in his palm with fascination, an intoxicated and satisfied expression on his face, "Uncle, you smell so good."

Xiao Fengzhuo: "..."

"It seems that you haven't seen your uncle's current methods." Xiao Fengzhuo laughed, veins on his forehead exposed, and his curved eyes were full of murderous intent. "If you don't want to say it, it doesn't matter. I will let you say it."

……

"I've said it before, I'm Xia Si Qinghe, not your mother. What are you doing now?" Qinghe held the scroll in one hand and put the other hand behind her back. Her posture was as thin as a bamboo, which was out of place with the surrounding mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood. She looked at the peacock who had held thousands of mortals hostage to threaten her, with a puzzled look on her face.

“Whether you are or not, from today onwards, there will only be Zhu Huang Yuzhao, but no Xia Siqinghe.” A trembling little girl was kneeling at Peacock’s feet, while hundreds of mortals were huddled in the deep pit behind her, all looking at the two with horror on their faces.

Lu Zhouxue had warned her before, so Qinghe knew exactly what Peacock was planning for her. However, she was very curious. She was an innate deity born in the fertile land of heaven and earth. How could Peacock, with his mortal strength, shake the mountains?

"Oh? What do you think?" Qinghe stood there leisurely. She didn't think Peacock could do anything to her. Instead, she really wanted to see what Peacock would do.

"If you cut yourself off here, I will not kill them. Otherwise, these thousands of people will die." Peacock threw the Zhaoyang Sword in front of Qinghe. Now that she has the support of Heaven, she naturally has the confidence to challenge the gods. She has to take into account the safety of those thousands of mortals. Qinghe really can't do anything to her.