The years I was in the human world

A hanged ghost with a long tongue hanging out and a pair of white eyes glaring at him also hung upside down from the beam, holding a rope loop made of hemp rope in his hand. He searched for his target in the inn in a sinister manner. His pale and boneless body twisted forward like a snake, and once he climbed onto his target, he would not let go.

"Help, help..." The cries for help were drowned out by the noise. No one noticed that a monk from the same clan suddenly stretched out his fangs to his companions. The fangs were sharp and glowing with cold light. They belonged to the dead.

The skinned ghost torn out from under the skin dragged its bloody body to its feet. Its sharp claws tore off a large piece of bloody flesh from the living person and chewed it in its mouth. The mixture of muscle and blood made a sticky sound when being pulled. The blood that had not been swallowed in time slid down the corners of the evil ghost's mouth along with saliva and dripped onto the ground.

The headless ghost was rampaging in the already chaotic inn, bleeding from the broken neck. He groped around with his skinny arms and kept muttering "looking for the head". An unlucky monk asked him to hold his head and twist it gently. The head rolled down and turned in a circle on the ground, blood splattered, and the headless corpse became the next headless ghost looking for the head.

An evil ghost kneeling on the ground tearing up the corpse suddenly turned its head and stared at Lu Zhouxue. It looked at the immortal standing there in white clothes, and suddenly a cruel smile appeared on its face. It licked its bloody hands from tearing flesh, and tilted its head: "Monk, and a beautiful monk at that."

"Your face will be my best painted skin." The evil ghost muttered to himself, and suddenly rushed towards Lu Zhouxue, with a foul smell emanating from its open mouth. Before it got close, a corner of a red dress flashed before its eyes, and then it was kicked away by a force that came from the side. Wei Ruge retracted his right leg, and blood rolled off the light sword in his hand. He moved his shoulders and chuckled, "Not very capable, but with a big mouth."

A loop of hemp rope suddenly slid down from a great height and landed right in front of Wei Ruge. He reached out and grabbed the loop and pulled it down. Behind him, Lu Zhouxue controlled the Tianbaisi to attack the hanged ghost on the beam. The hanged ghost screamed and his soul flew away. The evil ghost that had pounced on him before was also killed by Wei Ruge with a sword. However, the situation in the inn was still not optimistic.

The evil ghosts seemed to be endless, pouring out from all kinds of corners. Soon, all the cultivators and demon cultivators who were originally in the inn were killed. The torn bodies were everywhere, and blood covered the entire floor of the inn. The little ghosts stopped beside the broken bodies and feasted on them. Looking around, the faces of the evil ghosts present were all ferocious expressions of eating raw meat and drinking blood. This was a complete bloody feast.

"Something's wrong." Wei Ruge only said this, and flicked the blood beads on the light sword with his fingertips. Then he drew a line on his palm. The extremely yang blood stimulated the sword's evil spirit. He performed a set of sword techniques on the spot, and then stabbed out like thunder. The sword energy instantly broke open the locked inn.

For a moment, Lu Zhouxue seemed to hear the sound of a mirror shattering. The inn, which was originally intact, suddenly became tangled with cobwebs and dilapidated. Only the evil spirits that were lurking around looked as ugly and ferocious as ever.

Lu Zhouxue controlled the Tianbai silk to form a tight defense line around him and Wei Ruge. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, as if a pair of eyes were staring at him playfully and without any kindness. He had never felt so threatened before.

"You feel it too, right?" Wei Ruge whispered to him, "I'm afraid the thing staring at you and me is not a good person."

As Wei Ruge spoke, he raised his hand and swung out a sword energy, attacking in one direction with a clear goal. In the darkness, a sword light also flashed, and his sword energy was received, and a ghost in red clothes fell down.

Different from Wei Ruge's fiery red clothes, the evil ghost's red clothes were completely stained with blood, and blood was still dripping down. There was a horizontal scar on the evil ghost's face, which was sewn up crookedly with thread, looking extremely horrifying.

"Wei Ruge, I recognize you." The evil ghost spoke in a hoarse and unpleasant voice. He held a large knife in his hand. The blade was already bent, and the cracks were filled with blood stains left by killing people. "The little apprentice of Baili Changqing."

"Really?" Wei Ruge smiled meaningfully, and he turned the sword in his hand and put it behind his back. "Since we are acquaintances, can you let us go?"

“You can go, little yellow-haired boy.” The evil ghost raised the big knife in his hand and pointed it at Wei Ruge’s nose. He didn’t take the latter seriously. After all, no matter how talented Wei Ruge was, he had just reached the Nascent Soul stage. He was already a red evil ghost, so he was not afraid of him. “As for the rabbit behind you, you have to stay.”

"You go first." Lu Zhouxue quietly communicated with Wei Ruge. These evil spirits were coming for him, so there was no need to involve Wei Ruge. Besides, he was not afraid of these evil spirits. "They may not be able to do anything to me. Don't lose your life."

"Mr. Xiao asked me to look after you, how can I leave?" Wei Ruge refused directly. He put down the heavy sword on his back and stuck it into the mud, then looked up at the evil ghost opposite and said, "If we can't come to an agreement, then let's fight."

"You boy are so arrogant!" said the evil ghost disdainfully, but the next moment his eyes widened in shock.

"Really?" Wei Ruge's teasing voice appeared behind him, along with the sword energy from his swing.

Although the evil ghost was surprised, he still managed to dodge it at the last moment. When Wei Ruge's attack fell to the ground, he raised his head and looked at the evil ghost with ease and smiled: "You dodged quickly, didn't you?"

However, at this moment, Lu Zhouxue's attention was not on the two people fighting. He stared blankly at the heavy sword that Wei Ruge put down, and couldn't help but clenched his fists.

Previously, Wei Ruge had kept the sword in his sword bag. Now that he had taken it off, Lu Zhouxue was able to see its appearance clearly. This was clearly...

To confirm, Lu Zhouxue even grasped the hilt of the sword. The sharp aura coming from the sword clearly showed that this was indeed the sword he remembered, and not just similar in appearance.

The Burning Xi Sword.

Ten thousand years ago, along with the death of Goddess Xi, the divine sword was lost in the human world.

Lu Zhouxue looked at Wei Ruge who was fighting with the evil ghost with a lot of thoughts. It was not that he doubted the latter. The other party was entrusted by Xiao Fengzhuo to deal with his troubles. If he made random guesses, it would be a bit like pretending to be a whore. Lu Zhouxue was just worried that this Fenxi sword might be related to the Wuxiang people. Now that the divine bones were refined and the divine swords were born one after another, Lu Zhouxue could not help but think about it.

As he thought about it, Lu Zhouxue couldn't help feeling a little irritated. He always felt that there was a conspiracy looming over him. The more he tried to figure it out, the more confused he became. He even began to dislike the evil spirits blocking his way.

"The years are long, the world is vast, the sky and the earth are all white." Lu Zhouxue overlapped his palms vertically, and suddenly his inner hand formed a sword-like shape and drew a talisman in the air. A ball of pure white spiritual energy condensed in his palm, and then he struck out with one palm. Suddenly, the whole area was covered with icicles like a heavy rain. The bone-chilling cold seeped out from the ground, and it actually penetrated the flesh and directly froze the soul of the evil ghost.

"Break!" All the evil ghosts were frozen. As Lu Zhouxue chanted the last spell, all the frozen evil ghosts turned into ice dust and disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, Wei Ruge had just pierced the evil ghost's chest with his sword, but he himself only had a bloody mark on his face. He stepped on the evil ghost, tilted his head, and said innocently: "You lose."

The evil ghost sneered: "A yellow-haired boy who is not good at swordsmanship." But he seemed to be getting up to fight again. Although Wei Ruge's sword pierced his chest, it did not hurt his vital parts. He could still get up and continue fighting.

"Bang—" The evil ghost was pressed back to the ground by Wei Ruge's step on his head. The young man said with a smile, "If my swordsmanship was not good enough, even if I made a mistake, you wouldn't have the chance to say this."

That is to say, Wei Ruge let him go on purpose. For the evil ghost who was highly expected by the Ghost King, Wei Ruge's words were more cruel than any form of humiliation. Moreover, some evil ghosts who were unwilling to accept the defeat found that the young man was stepping on his head lightly, but he could not get up no matter what.

He could lose and fail in the mission, but he should not lose to a rookie like Wei Ruge. This would be a betrayal of the Ghost King's trust and he should atone for it with his death.

"Now that I've been defeated by you, there's no need for me to continue living." The evil ghost's tone was surprisingly calm. He was merely stating a fact, as if his life or death did not matter.

"Really? Then it'll be as you wish." Wei Ruge chuckled, pulled out the sword that was stuck in the evil ghost's chest, and then stabbed it towards his throat. The evil ghost groaned, but closed his eyes and waited for the moment when his soul would be torn apart.

"Buzz—" the roar of the sword blade being deflected sounded, followed by a slightly feminine male voice that sounded slowly and unhurriedly, saying to the evil ghost on the ground: "If you fail to complete the task, it is not a pity to die naturally, but the master has cultivated you for so many years, have you repaid him?"

The voluptuous ghost, dressed in a gauze dress and revealing her spring beauty, sat on a tree branch, swinging her snow-white legs. He raised his hand to catch the bamboo flute that flew back after deflecting Wei Ruge's sword. His long black hair fell down, looking gorgeous and weird.

The ghost looked at the young man in fiery red clothes and licked his lips suddenly. He said: "Young Master Wei, since we last met, your movements have become more agile. I wonder if other places have..."

Then he looked at Lu Zhouxue and smiled charmingly. He jumped down from the branch, but did not land on the blood-stained ground. Instead, he floated in the air. He walked to a place three steps away from Lu Zhouxue and stopped, saying word by word: "Lu, Zhou, Xue?"

Lu Zhouxue looked at him silently without saying anything, wanting to see what he was up to.

"Don't be so alert." The ghost spoke softly. If you didn't see the evil ghosts crawling out from the shadow under his feet, you might think he was a good guy. "The master asked us to take you back. This guy was rude and offended you, but I like you very much."

"Do you like me?" Lu Zhouxue looked at Gongsun Wuyin suspiciously. It was just nonsense and there was no way he could believe it.

"Yes, who doesn't love beautiful women?" Gongsun Wuyin looked at Lu Zhouxue's face with some obsession, as if he wanted to reach out and touch it. However, before his hand touched Lu Zhouxue's face, it was held tightly by Tianbaisi. The sharp silk threads cut small cuts on his hand.

Lu Zhouxue's fingertips were entwined with the ends of the white silk thread. He said, "A gentleman should use his mouth, not his fists."

"I'm not a gentleman." The ghost lowered her head and murmured softly, and then she broke through the defense of Tian Baisi and appeared on Lu Zhouxue's back. A pair of soft and boneless hands reached into Lu Zhouxue's chest through the collar, and her cold tongue rolled Lu Zhouxue's earlobe into her mouth and licked and kissed it.

Gongsun Wuyin was charming and beautiful, Lu Zhouxue was cool and otherworldly. The movements and postures of the two beauties were undoubtedly quite erotic. However, Wei Ruge did not even change his expression as he raised his sword and was about to pick the sexy ghost off Lu Zhouxue.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Gongsun Wuyin's hand suddenly rested on Lu Zhouxue's neck. With a smile in his tone, he looked at Wei Ruge with a warning look in his eyes: "Don't move, Young Master Wei."

Wei Ruge did not dare to act rashly.

"Liuhua, don't get up yet. Come with me and ask for forgiveness from the master." The beautiful ghost stared at Wei Ruge intently and spoke to the evil ghost on the ground.

Liuhua stood up and reluctantly stood behind Yangui: "Why are you here?"

"If I hadn't come, you would have capsized in the gutter." The ghost changed her coquettish tone and said coldly, "You ruined the master's business, and it's not a pity for you to die ten thousand times - go, tie him up with the immortal rope."

After explaining Liu Hua, perhaps to prevent Wei Ruge from resisting and not cooperating, Gongsun Wuyin tightened the hand that was pressing on Lu Zhouxue's throat: "Young Master Wei, you know what to do."

Wei Ruge's eyes moved slightly, he exchanged a secret glance with Lu Zhouxue, and then dejectedly let Liu Hua tie him up like a dumpling.

After dealing with the thorny Wei Ruge, Gongsun Wuyin let go of Lu Zhouxue's throat. He seemed to want to kiss him, but the latter turned his head away. Gongsun Wuyin was stunned, but smiled and said: "Why, Master Lu, you are unwilling?"

"You are a slut who has been ridden by thousands of men and straddled by tens of thousands of men, and yet people think you are dirty." Liu Hua came over holding Wei Ruge's heavy sword, and happened to hear Gongsun Wuyin's words, and immediately ridiculed her mercilessly.

This was a very unpleasant curse. Lu Zhouxue frowned and said, "That's not the case. It's just that you and I are not in love with each other, so we shouldn't do this."

Gongsun Wuyin didn't care about Liuhua's words, because it was indeed the truth. He was a prostitute when he was alive and a ghost after his death. He had served several women at a time. When he was desperate and begged the Buddha for help, the Buddha in the temple refused to accept the incense money. It was indeed dirty.

But he didn't expect that Mr. Phoenix would say these words specifically to comfort him. It was interesting since he was still a prisoner.

"Mr. Lu, I really like you." Gongsun Wuyin lay on Lu Zhouxue's back, his snow-white legs wrapped around the latter's waist like a water snake. He rubbed Lu Zhouxue's neck, blew into her ear, and whispered, "Do you want to do it with me?"

"My waist is very soft, you can play with it however you want..."

Lu Zhouxue: "..."

Wei Ruge: “???” What a mess.