The years I was in the human world

I don't mean to accuse you, I just want to ask.

"I couldn't find my uncle's body. Yaoguang said he took it away, but he refused to explain. Now he is conscious, and soul searching is useless." There was no need for Qi Nankuo to say more about the rest of the words, as Xiao Yueheng could understand them himself. He casually glanced at Lu Zhouxue and easily saw through the latter's spiritual sea, and naturally saw Xiao Fengzhuo who was carefully hidden in the spiritual sea.

Just by looking at him, Xiao Yueheng frowned. Qi Nankuo saw his expression and looked at Lu Zhouxue, but he didn't see anything wrong: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Xiao Yueheng shook his head. He must have overthought. Even if it wasn't, he wasn't afraid of anything. He asked, "You want Xiao Fengzhuo's body?"

Qi Nankuo: “Yes.”

"Okay." Xiao Yueheng nodded in response, put down his hands and walked towards Lu Zhouxue, squatting beside the latter. He was different from Lu Zhouxue. Although his palace in the God Realm collapsed and his throne was no longer there, his cultivation had not decreased but increased compared to the past. It would be easy for him to pull a corpse out of Lu Zhouxue's Spirit Sea.

Realizing what Xiao Yueheng was about to do, Lu Zhouxue moved his eyes and barely regained some consciousness, but his spiritual power was completely gone, and his hands and feet were disabled. What else could he do? He could only shake his head in vain, with a pleading look on his face: "Don't--"

Xiao Yueheng turned a deaf ear to him, touched his forehead with his fingertips, and probed directly into Lu Zhouxue's spiritual sea, and easily found the body he had carefully hidden. Xiao Fengzhuo closed his eyes, and Lu Zhouxue had not had time to clean the dust and bloodstains on his body, and he still retained the dishevel of his death. Xiao Yueheng was about to take out the body, but was stunned when he saw another thing.

There were not many things in Luzhou Xueling Sea, and they were all sundries that seemed insignificant to ordinary people. Xiao Yueheng saw a red osmanthus tree that was frozen in time. It was the one in his Fuyue Palace. There was a recliner under the tree, and there was also a person sleeping on the recliner. He was wearing a green dress like a painting, and his eyebrows were gentle as he lay there, as if he was asleep. That was him.

Xiao Yueheng was stunned for a moment. He remembered that when he died, his flesh and blood were gone, and even his bones were broken into pieces. His death was horrible. How could he have such a peaceful life? With such doubts, he endured the strangeness in his heart and looked at his body carefully. The broken bones were connected inch by inch by Tianhanyu, and the broken skin was repaired with crooked stitches, and then filled with Lu Zhouxue's own flesh and blood.

Xiao Yueheng suddenly had a weird feeling. Was Lu Zhouxue using this method to make him merge with her? After a brief hesitation, Lu Zhouxue suddenly reached out and grabbed Xiao Yueheng's sleeve, leaving a bloody handprint on his plain green clothes. He looked at the latter pleadingly, and finally opened his mouth to beg, "Don't do this, Xiao Ling..."

Xiao Yueheng's hand trembled when he was grabbed by him, and in an instant he was suddenly pulled back to the Fuyue Palace many years ago. At that time, he was in a bright and glorious state, with his brother and Lu Zhouxue. He didn't have to be so cautious at every step like he is now. He must have been changed too much. His heart, which had long adapted to the status quo, was suddenly disturbed. He had forgotten the past, and everything about Xuan Dujun was no longer meaningful to him. But would he really not regret it when he woke up in his dreams at midnight?

His eyes fell on the disemboweled Lu Zhouxue again, and he tilted his head slightly. What was the difference between him now and the Wuxian people who climbed Mount Buzhou ten thousand years ago? He and the descendants of that group of people were bullying Lu Zhouxue.

"You go out first, I have something to confirm." Xiao Yueheng instructed Qi Nankuo without raising his head. The latter left quietly. After the Demon King walked away, Xiao Yueheng placed a ban outside the palace to ensure that outsiders could not hear their conversation.

Xiao Yueheng cut off the connection between the Broken Heart Gu and Lu Zhouxue with a knife, and then tore off Lu Zhouxue's outer robe to bandage his wound. He almost fainted from the pain, but he was still awake. He looked at Xiao Yueheng with cold sweat, his lips moving, and finally asked in a hoarse voice: "What are you doing here?"

"Wear my robe." Xiao Yueheng took off his green robe and handed it to Lu Zhouxue. He looked at him with complicated eyes. After a long while, he sighed and asked, "Do you like me?"

"Yes, I loved you deeply." Lu Zhouxue admitted frankly. If the person in front of him was the Xiao Yueheng of the past, he might still hesitate for a moment, but now he and he are neither human nor ghost, and it seems that there is nothing difficult to say. It is just in line with the saying: "Old friends are not gone, strangers are not old friends."

"How could you love me?" Xiao Yueheng's face was obviously confused. The events of ten thousand years ago were very far away to him and were not worth mentioning in his long life. He also couldn't understand why Lu Zhouxue loved him so deeply that she even preserved his body in such a good condition.

As soon as Lu Zhouxue saw Xiao Yueheng's expression, he knew what the other party was thinking. He laughed at himself. As expected, he was the only one trapped in the past. He shook his head helplessly and sighed: "Love is love, why? It's just that there are tall buildings where the fragrant clouds are low, but it's a pity that the tall buildings are not close to Mulanzhou. I am just wishful thinking."

"I am not a good man." Xiao Yueheng said lightly, not to mention how late it was for him to know about the things that happened ten thousand years ago. He is no longer the same as he was back then. He will kill Lu Zhouxue. He cannot and will not bear the paranoia of ten thousand years.

"You don't need to give me any response." Lu Zhouxue didn't love him anymore. The moment they fought on the snowy mountain, Xiao Yueheng had been disillusioned in his mind. His frank admission now was just an imperfect end to the past love that ended in vain. After that, the years were long and they had nothing to do with each other. "Thank you for still remembering the old feelings, but perhaps our fate has ended here."

After Lu Zhouxue finished speaking, he turned his back and curled up. He was too tired to say more. The Heartbreak Gu tortured him, and his damaged soul could no longer resist the erosion of the evil spirit. Blood-red illusions gradually appeared in front of his eyes, and he could not distinguish reality. So he did not want to say anything. Those people wanted to dissect his bones, so they did. He was going to die anyway.

Xiao Yueheng stared at his back for a moment, and finally left with a heavy heart.

Not long after, the girl in the dark blue dress stood at the door of the palace. She didn't speak first, but just looked at Lu Zhouxue quietly. The latter looked up at her, then lowered his head without saying anything. He didn't want to blame her for anything, nor did he intend to find out her motives and reasons. The perpetrator always has his own reasons, which made him seem to deserve it. But when Peacock stood in front of him, he couldn't help but ask why.

He wondered what he had done wrong to be abandoned like this.

"Brother Lu, don't you want to say something?" In the end, Peacock couldn't help but speak first.

Lu Zhouxue looked up at her, his eyes full of disappointment and sadness. He tried to speak calmly: "I have never owed you anything, nor have I ever treated you harshly."

"You are here, and mother is dead. If you don't die, mother can't come back." Peacock explained clearly in two sentences her motive and reason for stabbing Lu Zhouxue in the back. Lu Zhouxue felt sad after hearing it. He was abandoned when Peacock measured the value of him and Zhu Huang. But Peacock chose to sacrifice him for resurrection which was just an unrealistic fantasy. His life was so cheap in Peacock's heart.

The sadness on Lu Zhouxue's face made Kong Que feel distressed. He was in so much pain, all because of her. Kong Que quietly clenched her fingers, and was a little shaken for a moment, but the hesitation was only for a moment, and soon she became firm again. She couldn't be soft-hearted at this time. She tried to recall what Lu Zhouxue had said to Baili Changqing before. She warned herself that Lu Zhouxue didn't care about her that much, and her mother was still waiting for her.

"You hate me." Lu Zhouxue looked at Kong Que's briefly confused eyes, a little unbelievable, "Why?"

"I hate you if I want to, there's no reason." Peacock said. She couldn't tell the reason why she hated Lu Zhouxue, because the reasons why she harmed Lu Zhouxue and the hatred itself were all products she created to deceive herself in order to alleviate the guilt in her heart. The truth was that she was the only one who believed Yaoguang's words and thought that with the help of the divine bone, Zhu Huang would be resurrected after Lu Zhouxue's death.

"Really?" Lu Zhouxue chuckled and slowly closed his eyes with a sad look. He waved at Peacock and said, "Go away."

There were too many disappointments, so it was not so hard to bear. However, he no longer had the heart to argue or scold. He was tired. Kong Que looked at his tired posture and was slightly surprised. She thought Lu Zhouxue would scold him once or twice. Was he so calm now because he didn't care at all? As expected, Lu Zhouxue had never taken her seriously. It was ridiculous that she still had pity for him.

Peacock's eyes suddenly turned cold. Since Lu Zhouxue didn't care about her, why should she be so sentimental?

Lu Zhouxue had a dream. He dreamed of Xiao Yueheng, who was as white as frost and snow, holding a sword that could stop thousands of troops. He smiled and said to him, "Brother Sui Miao, I will protect you." Then the scene changed, and Xiao Yueheng lay on the ground with his eyes wide open, staring at the vast sky. However, this dream had a little more content than the past. Xiao Yueheng was gone. The casual and free-spirited man leaned against the window with his arms folded, looking at him with a look of pity on his face: "Mian Mian——"

The dream came to an abrupt end here. Someone woke him up. Lu Zhouxue opened his eyes and saw a pair of bright eyes. When the other person saw him wake up, he hurriedly asked, "Are you awake? If you are, come with me."

"Ke Rou?" Lu Zhouxue sat up from the ground. The demon in front of him was spotless and her eyes were sincere, but he didn't know what she wanted to do, so he wouldn't obey easily. "Where do you want to take me?"

"Of course I'll take you away." Seeing that he was hesitant to move, Ke Rou became anxious, "Don't waste time. We only have one chance."

"Why are you helping me?" Lu Zhouxue was not afraid that Ke Rou was deliberately harming him. He was already in this situation and his situation could not get worse. He was just curious about what Ke Rou's motive was for helping him, if this was indeed help.

"Because you are the person my brother cared about the most when he was alive." Ke Rou said while suppressing her sadness. She was different from Qi Nankuo. She truly admired Xiao Fengzhuo, so she also loved Lu Zhouxue. A moment of thoughtlessness led to a big mistake, and she could not make up for it, so she could only use this way to atone for herself.

Lu Zhouxue saw something familiar in her eyes and couldn't help but sigh. Another fool: "Lead the way."

Their journey out was not smooth. The Goddess Wuxian was recovering from her injuries, Xing Yuan was busy harassing Xiao Yueheng, but there was also Qi Nankuo following them. As soon as they came out, they faced each other head-on. Qi Nankuo stared at Ke Rou sinisterly, "Where are you taking your people, aunt?"

"You go, I'll deal with him." Upon seeing this, Ke Rou made a prompt decision and pushed Lu Zhouxue to another direction with a palm, and then sacrificed her magic weapon to attack Qi Nankuo. Ke Rou dragged the demon king for him, and Lu Zhouxue did not waste time. He had no magic power, but his two legs were still usable, and he could still walk on snow without leaving any traces. The shackles on his feet did not affect his movements, and he ran out of the inner court in a short moment and reached the outer city of the old royal capital.

But Qi Nankuo was not a sit-and-wait either. Not long after he ran out, Lu Zhouxue felt that the heart-breaking poison that Xiao Yueheng had just cured him had grown again. It was obviously due to the control of the Demon King. Then the pursuers from the Ghost Palace and the Demon City also chased out aggressively. Lu Zhouxue had no choice but to hold his heavy stomach and hide in the ruins of an equally desolate and dilapidated palace.

The weeds here were very tall, making it difficult for the pursuers to see him, so he managed to escape the pursuers temporarily.

Lu Zhouxue didn't know where to run, and it seemed that even escaping was just a formality. Soon, he was tripped by the shackles on his feet, revealing his naked thighs and round belly. Then he could no longer get up. The contents of his stomach swelled to an almost terrifying degree, bulging.

All the images that the mirror reflected on him when he first arrived in the old royal capital were fulfilled one by one.

As soon as Lu Zhouxue fell down, his stomach burst like a ball. Xiao Yueheng was an evil ghost and could not heal his wound, so the gap was still there. Now the heart-breaking poison that had corroded his internal organs into blood was splashing out from the wound like a blooming flower. It was very painful, but he had become numb from the constant pain, so he could still bear it.

Lu Zhouxue wanted to get up and continue walking, but his legs weakened and he knelt down. The blood in his stomach had not been emptied. It swayed in the broken abdomen for a while, and then flowed downwards. Lu Zhouxue suddenly widened his eyes in horror. He stared at his lower body, his lips moved, and he uttered a very soft plea: "No——"

The blood from his crushed internal organs flowed out from his anus, soaking his pants and the outer robe given by Xiao Yueheng, making it bloody and dirty everywhere. But soon Lu Zhouxue had no time to care about his dignity. He crawled forward with difficulty relying on his hands, but he suddenly felt a lightness behind him, as if he had gotten rid of some burden, and the pain that was driving him crazy seemed to have lessened a lot.

Lu Zhouxue felt something was wrong. He slowly turned his head and saw his lower body lying on the ground. The moment the Broken Heart Gu exploded, he was cut in half. With such an injury, even if he was a god, he would not survive. Death was only a matter of time. Lu Zhouxue felt relieved. The world was indeed a sea of ​​suffering. He had only been here for three months and he couldn't stand it anymore.

His body grew colder and colder due to blood loss and exhaustion. Lu Zhouxue crawled forward a little further and hid his upper body in the dry grass. At this time, the clouds in the sky were blown away, revealing a full moon. The cold moonlight fell and sprinkled on the desolate rocks and dry grass in the yard. Scattered paper money floated in the wind, carrying the scent of incense, candles and paper horses. Today is the Zhongyuan Festival.

Lu Zhouxue's consciousness gradually faded, and the fleeting sight of his life flashed before his eyes. After ten thousand years of loneliness, he could actually taste some leisurely tastes when he was about to die. At that time, swallows' nests could be found on the top of the eaves, and the red osmanthus trees at the head of the yard always had snow in winter. At that time, he kept his carefree life, drank sake alone under the moon, and folded his arms in sorrow.

Later, the years passed quickly and he was still alone. He could no longer tell whether he cared or not. He didn't know whether he was sad about the impermanence of the world or thinking of his old friends in the earth when he woke up in the middle of the night. He couldn't tell anything, just like the dry bones gazing at the sky in despair, guarding the loneliness and weathering in the world. The youthful spirit of his youth could no longer be expressed, until he was buried in the earth, reminiscing about the past, counting the dust, and the reincarnation of this life was over.