The years I was in the human world

Lu Zhouxue didn't know when Xiao Fengzhuo stopped breathing. He only knew that the wheels of the prison van rolled over the stones on the ancient road heading south. During the bumpy ride, he hugged the person in his arms tightly, but he only felt coldness. His heart gradually cooled down, and his thoughts seemed to become a mess. His numb soul didn't know how to react, and at this moment he couldn't even shed tears.

The Goddess Wuxiang had been there before. She saw Xiao Fengzhuo's body, which was not what she expected, so she frowned, cursed softly, and called her subordinates to bring Xiao Fengzhuo's body out: "Drag him out, don't let him run all the time, it's creepy."

It was not until the prison van stopped and the people outside came to pull the person in his arms that Lu Zhouxue woke up from his dream. Like a beast whose territory was invaded, he let out an angry shout: "Get out!" No one could take Xiao Fengzhuo away from his arms, no one could.

Lu Zhouxue's eyes were frighteningly red, with vague signs of being possessed by a demon, and that was indeed the case. The evil spirit clung to his ear and chattered incessantly, and its sweet-talking mouth spoke all the vicious words, disturbing the already confused man and making him even more uneasy.

The person called by the Goddess Wuxian to take away the body was named Lu Zhouxue. He was frightened by the sudden madness and did not dare to act rashly. Yaoguang came back from the front of the convoy with a sword in hand and asked what was going on. The leading subordinate replied, "Your Highness, the witch ordered us to take the body out, but now this-"

The subordinate who replied was a little embarrassed. Lu Zhouxue's spiritual energy was unstable in his unconsciousness. Even with the cage suppressing it, it was not foolproof. The current situation was really not something that ordinary people like them could deal with. Not everyone's life was worthless. They, the close servants following the goddess Wuxiang, had received all kinds of offerings and enjoyed the bliss of the world. They were extremely attached to life and naturally afraid of death.

Hearing this, Yaoguang looked at the somewhat crazy Lu Zhouxue in the prison car, and the corpse in his arms, and also felt it was tricky: "Dead? Trouble." After she said this, she directly opened the cage, glanced at Lu Zhouxue who was already showing signs of being possessed by a demon, and snorted contemptuously. It was true that the demon race was lowly. They imitated humans to cultivate and seek immortality, but they were possessed by demons so easily. It was a waste of all those natural treasures.

The Zhongting is so hypocritical. They claim to be a noble and righteous family, and claim to be independent of the world. They look down on the demon clan, despise evil spirits, and hate the devil cultivators. However, they have a close connection with them. Even when they are cooperating, they do the most cruel and vicious things.

Yaoguang used the Immortal Binding Rope to hold down Lu Zhouxue, who might go crazy at any time, and then pried open his hands and threw the long-dead Xiao Fengzhuo out of the carriage. Her subordinates asked her what to do with the body. Yaoguang originally wanted to return the body to the demon clan and do Qi Nankuo a favor, but when she turned around and saw Lu Zhouxue who was resentful towards her because she had taken the body away, she suddenly remembered her father's death. The corners of her lips slowly curled up, and she didn't want to do the demon clan this favor anymore.

“The northwest is full of insects, snakes and beasts. Just throw the corpse away at will. After all, he was a Nascent Soul when he was alive. His flesh and blood should be nourished. Maybe some spiritual creatures can be raised.” Yaoguang waved her hand, and her subordinates took the order and threw Xiao Fengzhuo's body under a stone beside the ancient road to the south. The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds, and he lay there quietly, rotting with no one paying attention to him.

"Give it back to me." Lu Zhouxue said. His face was as pale as paper, his belly was as big as a ball, his hair was messy, and his red eyes looked at her, like those evil ghosts in the ghost house. He was in extreme pain, and Yaoguang was very happy to see him. She liked his eyes too much. Yu Zhao in the past and Lu Zhouxue now, they all hated her like this, but what's the use? The so-called genius, the so-called destiny, is just so-so!

"I will make you watch him rot inch by inch." Yaoguang lowered her head, pinched Lu Zhouxue's chin with her red nail polish-painted fingers, and laughed unscrupulously, "I don't care if you are Yu Zhao or anyone else, if you block my way, you will be doomed forever."

"I asked you to return him to me." Lu Zhouxue suddenly broke free from the Immortal Binding Rope. His clear eyes were filled with bloodshot, and he had been possessed by a demon. Yaoguang had never expected that he would still have the strength to resist at this point, so she hurriedly retreated from the cage, tilting the long sword in her hand to break his spiritual gate.

What is justice? What is the devil? Is good and evil really that clear? Until last night, Lu Zhouxue had always thought that he could turn the situation around, but the unpredictable world that he had never expected pushed everything he had into an irreversible catastrophe. He could not see the future, nor could he find the way back. The bloodthirsty desire in his mind was rising. He suddenly wanted to slaughter without regard for the consequences, and there happened to be a magic sword in his spiritual sea.

As if he heard a call of slaughter, the magic sword that had been without a master for ten thousand years and had killed two gods roared in his spiritual sea. The sky and the earth suddenly changed color. Yaoguang looked up at the sudden strange phenomenon of the sky and the earth. Not only was she not afraid, she looked at Lu Zhouxue with more jealousy. Is this what she feared? She was at the end of her rope, but there was always a magic weapon that was unrivaled in the world to help her. She slowly clenched the sword in her hand. Destiny? Ridiculous.

Ghost House.

"Master?" Gongsun Wuyin settled Xing Yuan, who claimed to be visiting but was actually under surveillance. As soon as he left the courtyard, he saw the Ghost King looking up at the changing sky in the north with a frown on his face, as if he had encountered something extremely troublesome. "Master, what are you looking at?"

The Ghost King retracted his gaze and raised his right hand, only to see divine light lingering above it. Seeing this, Gongsun Wuyin slightly widened his eyes and asked in surprise: "Master, what is this?"

"Hmm." The Ghost King nodded indifferently, the divine bone had been revealed, the immortal formation was about to be restored, and now his Moon-Slaying Sword had also been born, so his divine power naturally returned. He was originally a god, and no matter whether the road to heaven was rebuilt or not, he could return to Mount Buzhou. However, regardless of being a god or a ghost, he was equally unscrupulous, and it seemed that it didn't matter whether he went back or not.

Thinking of this, the Ghost King suddenly turned his eyes to Gongsun Wuyin. The latter had a very cute expression, he was happy that he got what he wanted, but deep in his eyes there was reluctance to part. Yes, if he was a god, Gongsun Wuyin would still have to be a ghost in the human world, they were still two different paths.

"Wuyin, do you want me to become a god?" The Ghost King thought for a while and asked. Gongsun Wuyin raised his eyes and met the former's serious eyes. In his heart, he was unwilling, but the Ghost King had planned for so many years just to become a god, how could he say "no"? Gongsun Wuyin pursed his lips and finally said, "Of course."

"Really?" The Ghost King saw through Gongsun Wuyin's thoughts, but he knew that the latter was introverted and timid, so he did not point it out, and simply changed the question, "Wuyin, do you want to know my name?"

The name of the Ghost King has never been heard of in the world. If you get his name, you can trace his past and then kill him. Therefore, even the old ghosts who have followed him for many years don't know him. Gongsun Wuyin has only served the Ghost King for more than a hundred years, so he naturally doesn't know. It's just that now he took the initiative to mention it, is it... Gongsun Wuyin has a secret guess in his heart, but he dare not believe it, and cannot believe it.

His worries were all written on his face, and the Ghost King wanted to laugh. He didn't wait for Gongsun Wuyin to say whether he wanted to or not, and said to himself: "My name is Xiao Yueheng, and my full name is Xiao Ling. Wuyin has been curious about why I know so many rumors about the God Realm in the ancient times, and why I speak of them so seriously. Now I will tell Wuyin that those are not rumors, but facts. I personally cut off the road to heaven, and I also killed the ancestor of the Wuxiang people with my own hands."

"So, you..." Gongsun Wuyin felt sad. Was the Ghost King saying this to remind him that their identities were very different and to stop him from having any ambitions? He had been to Phoenix Ridge in Qishan, where the ancient books handed down from generation to generation recorded the names of the gods. Xuandu Jun Xiao Yueheng was in charge of the affairs of the netherworld. When he heard the name mentioned by the Ghost King, he knew that his master had always been a god, different from him.

"Wuyin, do you want to reach the ninth level with me?" Xiao Yueheng interrupted Gongsun Wuyin. He had laid a lot of groundwork just to ask this question.

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The Wuxian Goddess had one arm cut off, and she looked at the man holding the magic sword and possessed by the devil in astonishment. Yaoguang was better than her and could barely deal with him, but her sword-holding hand was shaking slightly, and she was at the end of her strength. Xiao Fengzhuo's body was tightly protected behind him by Lu Zhouxue. All the people they brought with them had died at his hands, and now only she and the Wuxian Goddess were left.

Yaoguang looked at the weapon in Lu Zhouxue's hand with caution. The latter was infected with the Heartbreak Gu. She knew that he should not have such strength now just by looking at the size of his belly. What was strange was the sword in his hand. Yaoguang narrowed her eyes. Although it was very risky, if she could grab the sword...

With this in mind, Yaoguang raised her extremely weak hand to grasp the hilt of the sword and attacked Lu Zhouxue again. She was a ruthless lunatic and was equally merciless to herself. It was either life or death, there was no way out!

Yaoguang rushed towards Lu Zhouxue's sword without dodging, with the attitude of hurting the enemy by a thousand and hurting herself by eight hundred. The latter had long wanted to kill her, and was unconscious at this time. Naturally, she forgot that killing her would bring her bad karma, and the sins on her head would also be counted on herself.

Yaoguang's sword was directly shattered, and the Moon-Slaying Sword's attack did not slow down at all, pointing directly at her throat. Seeing that there was no escape, she let out a sigh of relief, feeling a little disappointed, but more uneasy. After all, fate was supreme. Could she really not break the so-called destiny? Yaoguang slowly closed her eyes.

The feeling of slaughter was not pleasant. Although lives were lost in Lu Zhouxue's hands, he did not feel satisfied. The blood-red world before his eyes became increasingly darker, and the incessant noise became increasingly noisy. The only thing that remained unchanged was chaos, formlessness, and endless loneliness.

At this time, a flake of snow suddenly fell from the sky. It did not belong to the late autumn on the ancient road going south, but came from the vast snow-capped mountains in the north. I don’t know how long it has been drifting in the southerly wind, and finally fell on Lu Zhou’s snowy brows at this moment. The madness in my heart suddenly seemed to be gently soothed by a hand. For a moment, everything was silent, all the noises faded away, and only a gradually dissipating exhortation could be heard in the vast world, as if someone was trying to persuade him:

"Mianmian, this is the last care I can give you. From now on, you have to live on your own and bravely."

“A Zhuo!” Lu Zhouxue’s demonic energy dissipated, and the Moon-Slaying Sword fell from his palm to the ground. All his strength was gone, his knees went weak, and he knelt down. He finally realized what was happening and couldn’t help but cover his face and cry.

Lu Zhouxue escaped from the hands of the Goddess Wuxiang and Yaoguang. He hid Xiao Fengzhuo in the Spiritual Sea. Because of Xiao Fengzhuo, it was difficult to put the Moon-Slaying Sword back in, so Lu Zhouxue carried the sword on his back and went back to the snow mountain to look for Peacock. He placed a ban when he left, and it was only half a day since he left, so Peacock should be fine.

Sure enough, when Lu Zhouxue found Kongque along the way he came, the little girl had just woken up from her sleep curled up in the blanket. When she saw Lu Zhouxue coming back, she poked her head out of the blanket and saw that he was alone, so she asked, "Where's Brother Xiaoshao?"

Her question made Lu Zhouxue choke. Looking at the snow cave that Xiao Fengzhuo had dug out with his own claws, he felt a little bitter. Last night, he felt that everything was getting better, but today, he was alone again. Lu Zhouxue swallowed the sorrow in his heart and faced Kong Que's hopeful eyes. He lied casually, "Azhuo has returned to the demon tribe first. Let's go. Brother will take you away."

He didn't want to tell Peacock that Xiao Fengzhuo was dead, and then have to explain why a healthy person suddenly died. He was very tired. If he wasn't still worried about Peacock, he might have found a place where no one knew about it, got drunk, and then slept for hundreds of years, letting time and sleep dilute the pain, instead of living soberly like this, thinking about that thing all the time, and having no peace of mind.

"Brother Lu, where are we going?" After the last bone growth, Kong Que has now become a graceful young girl. Lu Zhouxue's heart-breaking poison has not been resolved, and she has a big belly, so it is not convenient for him to hold her, so she just follows him.

"Where do you want to go?" Lu Zhouxue asked Kong Que. He really didn't know where he could go. To him, every corner of the world was his homeland and the four seas were the ends of the earth.

"The old capital." Peacock thought for a moment and said. She looked at Lu Zhouxue and smiled helplessly. Before the latter asked why, she explained, "There is a realm of retrospection there. I want to see my mother. I miss her a little."

Lu Zhouxue looked at Kong Que's much older face, and was in a trance for a moment. He had forgotten all the swordplay in the past few months. The person in front of him was a young orphan. Looking at the hopeful look on Kong Que's face, even though Lu Zhouxue's experience in the retrospective realm was not pleasant, and he was even afraid of seeing the dead Xiao Fengzhuo in the retrospective realm again, he finally softened his heart and just nodded gently, raised his hand to rub Kong Que's hair, and replied, "Okay."

Kong Que seemed a little uncomfortable when he touched her head. For a moment, she turned her head away to avoid him. But she didn't know what she thought of in that instant, and she held back her emotions. She forced herself to suppress her emotions and let Lu Zhouxue touch her head. If it was the original Lu Zhouxue, he would definitely notice something wrong with Kong Que. But now that Xiao Fengzhuo was dead, he was in pain, so it was naturally difficult for him to notice these details. For a moment, both of them had their own thoughts.