The years I was in the human world

"How can we get so many people out?" Lu Zhouxue was conflicted by the pile of people in front of him who looked like corpses and half-dead. If they were corpses, it would be fine to just leave them in the Spirit Sea or just abandon them. But they were living people and they had no ability to move.

"Don't worry about it. They can't survive." Xiao Fengzhuo helped the unconscious Jiang Ling up and put him on his shoulders. As for the others, they had already died silently while the two of them were struggling, and they were completely motionless. "They were already at the end of their strength. Even if we seal the wounds in their throats, it will be of no use."

"Go out first." Lu Zhouxue pursed his lips, feeling mixed emotions for a moment. He was not very familiar with these people, but when Baili Changqing was brought out, they were still alive. Now, after just a few moments, they turned into corpses. How could this not make people sigh?

Seeing that he looked unhappy, Xiao Fengzhuo did not try to comfort him. He just threw a Qiankun bag to Lu Zhouxue and raised his chin towards the corpses lying on the ground: "Collect the corpses and take them out. Isn't it the most important thing for the human race to bury the dead in peace? It's not good to leave the corpses exposed here."

Xiao Fengzhuo paused, then added: "Besides, some of them are Jiang Ling's disciples. If they are alive, I want to see them, or their bodies if they are dead. This can be considered an explanation."

Lu Zhouxue sighed and collected the bodies as he was told. Xiao Fengzhuo supported Jiang Ling and walked behind him, while he led the way in front. There were bloody corpses guarding outside the place where they came down. They shouldn't have forced their way in with a wounded person who was unaware of the situation. However, the two of them took Jiang Ling around the entire altar and couldn't find the second exit. They had no choice but to return the same way.

"You take good care of Jiang Ling, I will deal with the bloody corpse." The two of them helped Jiang Ling back to the place where he fell from the coffin. Lu Zhouxue looked up at the tightly closed coffin lid above. He held the spirit flag as a weapon in his right hand, and with his left hand, he pinched a stream of energy to break open the coffin lid.

Xiao Fengzhuo did not choose to be pretentious at this time. He also knew that he was not as good as Lu Zhouxue, so he did not add to the trouble. He helped Jiang Ling to the side to avoid the fight, holding the scimitar in his hand to guard the surroundings.

As soon as the coffin lid was opened, a ferocious and hideous blood corpse pounced down from above. The yin energy in this place was thick and there was blood to nourish it. Naturally, the blood corpse was not an ordinary zombie. It had already developed intelligence. It jumped down and saw three people with different appearances. Its shriveled eyes moved back and forth between Lu Zhouxue in front of it and Xiao Fengzhuo not far away, and it resolutely chose to pick on the weak.

The blood corpse first scratched Lu Zhouxue, pretending to attack, but in fact it pounced on Xiao Fengzhuo the moment Lu Zhouxue dodged and revealed her position. Lu Zhouxue's face changed, thinking that he was careless, and threw the spirit flag in his hand, quickly chanting with both hands, and anxiously reminded: "A Zhuo!"

"I'm fine." Xiao Fengzhuo raised his scimitar to block in front of him. Sparks flew when the blade collided with the hard long nails on the blood corpse's hand. Xiao Fengzhuo twisted his waist at an extremely strange angle, thus avoiding his head from being pierced by the blood corpse's nails.

The scimitar in his hand continued to attack the blood corpse's neck, but the blood corpse's nails were not only hard, but its neck was also extremely tough. Xiao Fengzhao's slash not only did not draw blood, but even the fur was not damaged. Only a very shallow white mark was left on the skin surface.

Xiao Fengzhuo was stunned. He turned around and carried Jiang Ling to a distance. He looked at his knife with some doubt and couldn't help but said, "My knife is a good knife that can cut iron like mud. How come it can't even cut the skin?"

"If the person is not good, how can you blame the knife?" Jiang Ling, who was carried on his shoulders, woke up at some point. With his head down, he said sarcastically, "You are such a hateful monster. How can you carry a person like this? Put me down!"

Xiao Fengzhuo didn't bother to pay attention to him. He picked up the spiritual pennant that Lu Zhouxue had thrown to him and threw it to him: "Mianmian, catch it!"

Lu Zhouxue took the spirit flag and swung it vigorously like a broadsword. The bloody corpse saw Xiao Fengzhuo running away, so he jumped up and was about to chase him, but Lu Zhouxue hit him on the knee with a stick. He paused halfway through his jump and fell down.

"Look, in the hands of that Lu, a spiritual flag can move mountains and fill the sea." Jiang Ling continued, "Monsters are monsters, there is no way they would use human weapons."

Human cultivators have always looked down on demon cultivators, and Jiang Ling, the deputy leader of the Seventh Layer Sect, is even worse. It is normal for him to say such sarcastic words at this time. Unfortunately, Jiang Ling is used to doing whatever he wants, but he happened to meet a demon cultivator who doesn't tolerate him at all.

Xiao Fengzhuo threw Jiang Ling to the ground, stared at him with a half-smile, and said, "It's a pity that your apprentice just died and I don't care about you. Don't be so arrogant."

Lu Zhouxue struck while the iron was hot, swung up the spirit flag and hit the blood corpse's lower body several times. No matter how ferocious the blood corpse was, it could not withstand his beatings filled with spiritual power, and immediately knelt down on its knees, leaving two large pits on the bloodstone floor, and the yang energy in the bloodstone overflowed on the spot.

Seeing this, Lu Zhouxue jumped up on the snow without leaving any trace, raised his legs to press the blood corpse's shoulders and pinned it to the ground. He used the spirit flag as a long sword to pierce the blood corpse's throat and nailed it to death. With his hands, he formed a thousand-pound brake, and the whole blood corpse was instantly crushed into a pool of minced meat as if by something invisible.

But Lu Zhouxue knew that it would not die at this level: "Azhuo, set it on fire."

Xiao Fengzhuo followed his instructions and made a fire command, drawing the yang energy from the bloodstone on the ground. A scorching flame rose up and engulfed the blood corpse in an instant.

"The blood corpse is dead. I guess Yin Ji has also received the news. Let's go first." Lu Zhouxue pulled up the spirit flag from the burning flames. When he was about to help Jiang Ling, he saw that he had woken up, but for some reason he was lying on the ground, staring at Xiao Fengzhuo with wide eyes.

But now is not the time to dwell on these things. Lu Zhouxue was just slightly stunned, and then said: "Awake? Maybe he can leave on his own?"

Before Jiang Ling could answer, Xiao Fengzhuo pulled Lu Zhouxue and left. "Who cares? Saving him is the most we can do. Now that he's awake, let him fend for himself. His life or death is none of our business."

Lu Zhouxue didn't know why Xiao Fengzhuo suddenly became so angry, but he didn't refute the latter's words. He was not a Bodhisattva who saved the world. It was a kindness to save him. Now that Xiao Fengzhuo was unhappy, Lu Zhouxue naturally wouldn't have extra kindness to slap him in the face: "Well, let's go."

Having said that, he actually left Jiang Ling, who had just woken up and was not yet able to move well, and went straight away with Xiao Fengzhuo. Jiang Ling, who thought that Lu Zhouxue would help him out of friendship, was stunned on the spot, and Xiao Fengzhuo looked at him in surprise.

The two men ran away in cahoots, and Jiang Ling was dumbfounded as he fell behind. However, the City Lord's Mansion was already in chaos, with all kinds of miserable ghost cries coming one after another, and the evil spirit lingering around was showing signs of running wild. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and follow them, as staying where he was would only mean death.