The years I was in the human world

As soon as Wei Ruge finished speaking, more than a dozen people attacked him. Lu Zhouxue was about to fight back, but unexpectedly the young man next to him was faster. He swung a light sword in his hand and left an afterimage. He used the sword to block the sword that was stabbing at Lu Zhouxue's throat. A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he turned his wrist and slashed out with a sharp sword energy.

The dozen or so people who swarmed forward were immediately beheaded, and the remaining people dared not to act rashly anymore.

Wei Ruge sheathed his sword without a speck of dust on his body. Lu Zhouxue, who was protected by him, accurately spotted a man in white in the crowd. A white silk thread flew out from his fingertips to block the way to the inn, while he said, "Since you have the guts to attack, why do you have to hide?"

The man in the crowd was wearing strange clothes, a snow-white mourning dress. Unlike Lu Zhouxue, he looked eerie. When Lu Zhouxue called him, he turned around with an equally strange smile on his face. He smiled and said, "I just want to make friends with you two."

The man stood up as he spoke. The loose clothes on his body were empty, as if there was only a skeleton supporting him. The masked face of the man in white turned to Wei Ruge and chuckled, "What a handsome young man. You are good at swordsmanship and you look neat too."

“Aha.” Wei Ruge laughed, and turned the sheathed sword in his hand. The long sword came out three inches, and the eyes behind the sword were as sharp as a knife. “In that case, you better catch my sword well.”

As Wei Ruge finished his words, his sword was completely unsheathed. In a blink of an eye, the tip of his sword was already in front of the masked man in white. Under the dim flickering candlelight, the sword light flickered for a moment, and the Prajna mask on the man in white's face split in two and fell, revealing a face without facial features under the mask.

That was an evil ghost.

"Young man, you have a very sharp sword." The evil ghost in white suddenly opened a dark mouth on his blank face with an exaggerated smile. He stretched out a pair of skinny hands to grab Wei Ruge's throat. Lu Zhouxue moved his fingertips slightly, and the white silk gathered in front of the two of them flexibly, blocking the evil ghost's attack. But before the two of them could say anything, other people in the inn started an argument.

"Evil ghost? You are quite courageous. You are robbing my demon clan's things on my demon clan's territory. Do you really think we are made of mud?" A demon cultivator stared at the evil ghost in white with unkindness. The demon king has given an order. There is only one set of divine bones, and the demon clan must get it at all costs. Now that the Snow Phoenix is ​​still in the Cangwu wilderness, those people from the ghost den are biting him like flies smelling stench. How can he not be annoyed?

The evil ghost in white laughed softly upon hearing this. The laughter was so sinister that it gave goose bumps to the listeners. He seemed to have seen through the thoughts of the demon clan opposite him. He said half mockingly and half jokingly, "This divine bone was originally ownerless. Various forces were chasing it. How did it become something of your demon clan? Why, you are not trying to say that Xue Feng is a member of your demon clan, are you?"

After the evil ghost finished speaking, the little ghosts around him began to laugh. The sound was harsh and unpleasant, which annoyed the group of demon cultivators nearby. The two sides soon started fighting for the divine bone, and the scene was in chaos.

"Divine bone? What divine bone?" Lu Zhouxue, who was excluded from the battlefield, was confused about the content of the dispute. He knew a little from Xiao Fengzhuo that Zhongting had joined forces with the demon clan and the ghost clan in an attempt to summon gods. He just thought those people were dreaming, but now he heard them arguing about divine bones, as if it were true. Could it be that these ambitious people really have researched out something?

"If you're curious, just catch someone and ask him." Wei Ruge was like a worm in his stomach. When Lu Zhouxue started to have doubts, the young man gave him some advice, "But you have to catch a strong one. A weak one might not know much."

"There are people from Zhongting. Catch Zhongting." Lu Zhouxue glanced at the messy inn. The white silk that controlled the sky was entangled from all directions. The people in the inn were just some independent cultivators with average strength. They were quickly controlled by Lu Zhouxue's silk threads.

On the other hand, the evil ghost in white was very slippery. All the ghosts around him were killed or injured, but Lu Zhouxue didn't get any advantage. When he saw the white silk extending towards him, he immediately turned into a virtual figure and hid far away: "Your moves are so deadly. You have such a cold and hard heart, young master."

"You still have the mind to talk nonsense, which shows that it is not yet fatal." Wei Ruge hooked the table in front of him with his toes, and then kicked it towards the evil ghost in white. He swung the long sword in his hand, and a ray of sword energy hidden behind the table swept past.

"You, young man, look so bright and cheerful, but you don't have any mercy. I won't fight with you." The white-clothed evil ghost saw through Wei Ruge's trick and jumped out of the window and ran away. When he left, he turned around and grinned at Wei Ruge. His face, which clearly had no facial features, could make people see a hint of interest. "Let's stop here today, young man. I will come to see you again."

After that, the figure of the evil ghost in white disappeared from the windowsill, and the group of little ghosts under his command were ignored. Wei Ruge snorted and laughed, but did not chase him. His eyes swept around the people who were tied up like dumplings with white silk in the inn, and then locked onto one of them. When the man saw that he was discovered, he tried his best to shrink back into the crowd. Wei Ruge sighed, walked over and pulled the man out by the collar: "You hide and think I can't see you?"

Wei Ruge threw the man to Lu Zhouxue's feet, patted the non-existent dust on his hands, and said calmly: "Ask me?"

Lu Zhouxue looked at him suspiciously. The more he looked, the more he felt that the boy in front of him was not like his honest and upright junior brother. He pursed his lips and said hesitantly, "Are you really Wei Ruge?"

"I told you to interrogate them, but you are interrogating me instead." Wei Ruge said with a smile, but he did not directly answer Lu Zhouxue's words. After he finished speaking, he squatted in front of the man he had thrown out, pulled the man's hair to reveal his head, and said, "Tell me, what is the so-called divine bone?"

The man kept his mouth shut, as if he was sure that Wei Ruge and Lu Zhouxue could not do anything to him. He looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, which made people itch. Wei Ruge licked his back teeth and smiled: "You won't give up until you see the Yellow River. What do you think of me?"

The man stiffened his neck and said nothing, silently revealing that this was what he thought.

"Okay, okay, okay." Wei Ruge said "Okay" three times in a row. He pinched the other person's jaw and forced the man to look into his eyes. The man looked at the desolation in Wei Ruge's eyes and gradually lost his mind, and his will became confused.

"Lu Zhouxue, you go and ask him." Wei Ruge stared at the man without blinking while talking to Lu Zhouxue.

Lu Zhouxue said "OK", and then said: "What does that divine bone have to do with me?"

The man whose mind was controlled by Wei Ruge struggled weakly for a moment and then said, "It was the order of the Demon King. A divine bone has grown in the body of the Snow Phoenix, and he ordered us to snatch it."

"Why is the divine bone in my body?"

"I don't know. The king only told us where the divine bones are and told us to just snatch them. He also said that Zhongting and Guishou would also intervene, so we should act quickly."

"The so-called divine bones were originally planned by the Wuxiang people?" Wei Ruge interrupted and quietly passed on what he had found out and what Xiao Fengzhuo had told him to Lu Zhouxue. "The Wuxiang people have divine blood, but they are unwilling to see their tribe wither away, so they want to use the divine bones to create gods. Is that true?"

"Wuxiang people?!" Lu Zhouxue's eyes trembled slightly. They were really Wuxiang people? Ten thousand years had passed, and this race that had offended the gods had not yet perished under the curse of the gods. They even dared to summon the gods like they did back then, and then step on the gods' corpses to go to the realm of the gods?

"Yes, Wuxian people." Wei Ruge snorted lightly, with a hint of sarcasm and contempt, "It is ridiculous for mortals to dream of creating gods."

Lu Zhouxue didn't notice that Wei Ruge said "create" instead of "summon". The difference of one word made a huge mistake.

Lu Zhouxue was very smart. He quickly figured out the whole story through the tiny information passed to him by Wei Ruge, and had a rough guess about the outline of the whole plan: the Wuxiang people had divine blood, but their tribe gradually declined due to the curse ten thousand years ago. In order to prevent future troubles, Xia Yuchuan erased the memories and cognition of the Wuxiang descendants about the world of gods after Xiao Yueheng's death. The pillars of heaven that allowed the human world to climb Mount Buzhou also collapsed, and no one has been able to climb Mount Buzhou since then.

The Wuxiang people will gradually die out with the transmission of blood from generation to generation, but they don't know the reason. However, this race that is unwilling to accept its fate is still trying to reforge the way to the God Realm ten thousand years later. So they unite with the demons and human cultivators who also want to ascend to the God Realm, and use Zhu Huang Yuzhao's body to create divine bones. The flame of the Phoenix's Nirvana is the best material for smelting the divine bones.

With both divine bones and divine blood, the next step is to recast the divine body. Mortals naturally do not have such a great ability, but Lu Zhouxue remembered something he had seen when he was looking through Lin Xiyang's documents in Shiqu Pavilion - Phoenix Tempering, which can revive the dead and turn bones into flesh.

The two who happened to have Phoenix Tempering were Lin Xiyang and Zhu Huang Yuzhao. Lu Zhouxue connected all the things and found that the shadow of the God was summoned behind almost every thing. The conflict between Lin Xiyang and Baili Changqing directly led to Yuzhao's lack of protection later. Even now, he, Lu Zhouxue, seems to be a part of the situation.

At this point, the outline of the conspiracy can be barely seen, except for one thing that Lu Zhouxue still doesn't understand.

"How do you know the method of summoning gods to ascend to the realm of gods?" Although Xia Yuchuan had no principles at all when it came to Ke Qin's affairs, he was extremely strict in handling the matter of the Wuxiang people back then. Lu Zhouxue was sure that everything about the realm of gods in their memories had been cleared out thoroughly, with no omissions. Yet, the Wuxiang people were using a method that was similar to the one they used back then to ascend to the realm of gods again. Lu Zhouxue didn't believe that there was no trick going on.

Wei Ruge was also very curious about this question, and for a moment he pricked up his ears waiting for the answer.

"The king never told us." The controlled demon gave a disappointing answer to both of them. Wei Ruge was a little dissatisfied. He frowned and said in a bad tone: "Think about it carefully."

The controlled demon was forced to think for a while, then shook his head and said, "I really don't know. I'm just a little demon. The king would never let us know about such an important matter. He asked us to snatch the divine bone because he was afraid it would fall into the hands of others, so he reluctantly told us a few things."

Wei Ruge nodded after listening to him, retracted his mental control over him, and threw him back into the crowd. Lu Zhouxue turned around with some confusion: "Are you not going to ask anymore?"

"What else are you asking? That's all he knows." Wei Ruge stood up and patted his wrinkled clothes. "Mr. Xiao may not know what you're asking, let alone him."

"..." Lu Zhouxue was silent. He thought, maybe he should find a way to contact the high-level members of the demon clan, at least to find out how they knew that they could return to the heaven by summoning gods.

"Let's go." Wei Ruge put the light sword on his back, as if he could hear Lu Zhouxue's thoughts. He turned around and said, "Let's go to the demon tribe."

Lu Zhouxue nodded, and the two were about to leave when the doors and windows of the inn suddenly slammed shut with a bang. Someone in the crowd screamed, and they saw that he had become swollen in full view of everyone. His skin was stretched more and more, stretched to the extreme, and then exploded into a flower of blood that splattered everywhere.

Lu Zhouxue raised a sea-and-mountains shield to block the blood drops that were splashing towards him and Wei Ruge, and only a little blood accidentally stained their wrists. The others were not so lucky, as they were covered in blood and looked extremely miserable.

Lu Zhouxue took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the blood on his wrist, but the blood seemed to have taken root in his hand, and the bloodstains left behind did not disappear even after his hands were wiped red.

Facing such a strange situation, both of them looked a little serious. Wei Ruge came over and looked at Lu Zhouxue's right hand. After a moment, he pulled up his sleeve and saw the demon-suppressing mark on his arm. He frowned and said, "The mark of a slave. How could you have this on your body?"

"This is what Zhongting prepared for capturing the demons. Is it strange that I have this on me?" Lu Zhouxue pulled his sleeves back indifferently, then looked at the new bloodstain on his hand and said, "This looks like some kind of mark."

"Let Xiao give it to you as soon as possible." Wei Ruge was still staring at the location of the demon-suppressing mark on Lu Zhouxue's arm. Seeing that Lu Zhouxue looked indifferent, he frowned and said, "This mark is on you. It's easy for the person who controls the main mark to control you. Even if it's someone else, as long as they can activate it, they can make you helpless."

Wei Ruge pointed at the people around him who were busy tidying up their clothes and said, "Even if these people knew that you were carrying the slave mark, they could still bully you. Whether they stripped you of your clothes and abused you, or they pulled out your bones and tendons to use you to refine magic tools, you would be completely powerless to fight back."

"How could that be?" Lu Zhouxue felt that Wei Ruge was exaggerating. It was not that Ye Yunzhou had never thought about controlling him. Instead, he had planted an ice talisman in his brain. Therefore, Lu Zhouxue did not quite believe what Wei Ruge said.

"Forget it." Wei Ruge said no more. He decided to find a chance to talk to Xiao Fengzhuo.

"Hehehe..." Sinister laughter suddenly sounded from all directions, sometimes it seemed to be coming from outside the inn, and sometimes it seemed to be coming from someone's shoulder.

Hearing the noise, someone's face changed: "Didn't the evil ghost leave? Why is it back again?"

He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly covered his stomach in extreme pain and struggled and rolled on the ground, but soon he stopped moving. He watched in horror as his stomach grew bigger and bigger, and then a small claw broke it open from the inside, and the clawed and fanged little devil crawled out of his stomach.