The years I was in the human world

Faced with such a situation, no one could remain calm. The once high and mighty cultivators all became headless flies, anxious and worried, but they didn't know how to deal with it. Lin Xiyang had died once himself and was accustomed to life and death, so he was not so afraid. Compared to the panic of everyone else, he appeared somewhat calm. He looked around and didn't notice anything unusual, then looked up at the corpse hanging in the middle of the lobby of the inn.

"Should we take it down?" He asked Lu Zhouxue softly. That thing hanging there was indeed an eyesore. Maybe if we took it down and had a look, we could find some clues. Lu Zhouxue raised his hand to stop Lin Xiyang. He stared at the slightly shaking body with a serious look. It was unknown what he was thinking. When he heard Lin Xiyang was about to put the body down, he shook his head and said, "Wait a minute."

He felt something was wrong.

But it was obvious that Lin Xiyang was not the only one who was trying to find a breakthrough from the dead body. Without Lu Zhouxue's words to stop them, the other cultivators had already put down the emaciated corpse, and laid it flat together with the four corpses kneeling in four corners below, and displayed them aside. Everything was very calm from beginning to end, and there seemed to be nothing unusual. However, the sense of disharmony in Lu Zhouxue's heart became more and more serious.

The monk who had just put the body down suddenly knelt down, coughing as if his throat was blocked by something. He slapped his chest impatiently, his face turning purple. Seeing this, the people around him quickly squatted down and patted his back, asking worriedly, "How are you?"

The man was unable to utter a word because of the thing stuck in his throat. His mouth opened and closed, and a large amount of blood inexplicably flowed out of his mouth, but he could not cough out the thing stuck in his throat no matter what.

"Master, what's wrong with him?" Lin Xiyang, like the others, could not see what was wrong with that person, but he instinctively felt danger and uneasiness. He subconsciously tensed his nerves and took a defensive posture, staring intently at the people kneeling there and asking about the situation nearby. He had an inexplicable premonition that something was going to happen, and he whispered to Lu Zhouxue, "I feel something is wrong, but I can't see it."

Of course Lin Xiyang couldn't see that the deadly things in the inn were meant for the monks present. If they were easily discovered, how could they do evil? Lu Zhouxue stared at the man who was coughing up blood. He could see clearly that the monk's mouth was full of fingers. More than a dozen fingers of different lengths were sticking out of his mouth, as if many arms were trying to break free from his throat.

The fingers were covered in blood, the nails were cracked, and it looked disgusting and scary. Lu Zhouxue's right hand slowly pressed the hilt of the Sad Wind Sword at his waist. The thing in that man's mouth could really crawl out of his body. As for what exactly crawled out, Lu Zhouxue didn't want to imagine.

It won't always look good.

"Junior brother, open your mouth, I'll take a look for you." The man's fellow disciple said so when he saw that he was in real pain. He held up his face and looked close into his throat. There seemed to be something wriggling at the root of his tongue, which might be the reason why his companion was coughing non-stop.

Thinking of this, he moved closer, pinched a small ball of dim light with his spiritual energy and threw it into his fellow apprentice's throat, wanting to see it more clearly. The thing blocking the throat squirmed, as if it sensed being spied on, and it suddenly turned its face around, staring straight into the cultivator's eyes from the depths of its dark throat, and then forced out a very human-like smile.

The monk who was checking his junior fellow's mouth for foreign objects was frightened by the situation in his throat. He suddenly let go of his junior fellow's face and staggered back a few steps in fear. His face was pale and bloodless. He stared at his junior fellow's face in doubt, his lips moving, unable to speak for a long time. Everyone who had originally not paid much attention turned their heads because of his excessive reaction and looked at him inquiringly, wanting to know what he had seen that caused such a big reaction.

Kong Qing was squatting on the ground and using his spiritual power to check the corpse. He looked up when he heard the noise. Seeing the frightened man's reaction, several demon cultivators in the inn showed contempt. They had finally lost face for Zhong Ting. Kong Qing frowned unhappily and said in a reproachful tone, "What's wrong? You are so reckless."

“He—” The cultivator was about to say that he saw a mocking face in his junior brother’s throat, but when he turned his head, he saw that his junior brother, whose face was blue and purple, showed him the same mocking expression as the face in his throat. His face suddenly changed, and he drew his sword and stabbed at his junior brother’s face, shouting, “Where did this evil spirit come from? Get off my junior brother!”

However, all of this was seen by Lin Xiyang and the others. He drew his sword against his junior brother who was in great pain for unknown reasons. Kong Qing was quick to knock the sword out of his hand, and shouted at the people nearby who were still stunned by the sudden change: "What are you doing? Hold him down!" Everyone woke up from their dreams and held the man down.

"Let me go, let me go!" The senior brother who was normal just now suddenly started struggling like a hysteric, staring at the empty space with horror, and then exploded into a ball of bloody mist with a "bang" in full view of everyone.

Although Lu Zhouxue could see more than others, the human world was full of twists and turns. He basically stayed at home when he was overcoming the tribulation caused by killing, so there were many things he had never seen. The tragic death in his previous life also taught him a lesson: never claim to be a god and look down on mortals. The price of arrogance is the separation of the body. Therefore, from the beginning of the abnormality until now, he has been cautious and silent, and has been watching the developments from the side.

He was caught off guard by the man's sudden explosion, so he and Lin Xiyang were unable to dodge and were splashed with blood mist. He subconsciously raised his sleeve to block it, but a layer of blood spots inevitably fell on the back of his hand. He put his hand down, lowered his eyes and looked at the blood splashed on his hand with some disgust, then took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped it, but although the blood spots were wiped off, blood marks remained.

"Master, it can't be wiped off." Lin Xiyang obviously realized that something was wrong, and his frown had never relaxed from the beginning to now.

"Let's wait and see." Lu Zhouxue's tone was calm, but he was not in a happy mood. He glanced around casually. The explosion of the corpse was very powerful. Every cultivator sitting in the hall was more or less affected by it. If something really happened, they would not be the first to suffer. He didn't know what kind of disaster would be brought about by the mark left by this blood spot.

"Yes, Master." Lin Xiyang had no choice but to nod after hearing that. Now the situation was unclear. Even if he suspected there was a problem, he couldn't find a breakthrough to solve it. It would be better for him to listen to Lu Zhouxue and wait and see.

Just because they could endure it didn't mean that others could do the same. After someone performed the cleansing technique and found that the cleansing was not done properly, he immediately started to curse: "I'm covered in blood. It's really disgusting. Don't you know when something bad happened to the people brought by the sect? His death would be the end of it, but the blood splattered all over the ground is disgusting."

The other monks were already nervous because of all the unexpected situations, especially the sect whose disciples had died. They were already sad and mournful. When they heard others talking nonsense, they immediately became angry and said sarcastically: "You are so careless when you talk. Be careful that the knife will fall and your head will fall to the ground next."

"You——" No matter who is being cursed at for life or death, they will not be happy. Seeing that the problem has not been solved and there will be internal turmoil, Kong Qing dropped the corpse in his hand and said in an intolerable voice: "Enough, is it not chaotic enough?"

She was still squatting on the ground, but the disadvantage brought by the height did not reduce her dignity. Several noisy monks shut up after hearing her scolding, which made her look even more powerful. Kong Qing glanced at the monks in front of him. They were still quarreling in such a situation, so they probably didn't have any good ideas. Kong Qing ignored them and looked at Lu Zhouxue who was like a bystander from beginning to end: "Daoyou, what do you think of the current situation?"

Lu Zhouxue was just a bystander. Even though he couldn't stay out of it completely, he didn't say anything to remind these cultivators of their plans. When Kong Qing asked him about it, he didn't change his mind because of their old relationship. He raised his eyes with a cold expression and a perfunctory tone: "No."

Lu Zhouxue would definitely be kind-hearted when he was going through a catastrophe, but Qingjun, who had regained his past, would never meddle in other people's business, even if it was just something that happened conveniently. This was not because he was disheartened after his tragic death, but was due to his nature. People who pursued the great way throughout the ages mostly required to be free of personal feelings and be able to live for the people, but Lu Zhouxue was definitely not included in this range.

Perhaps when he was just revived, he was affected by the state of mind he experienced during the tribulation, and there was still some residual softness, but these characteristics that were deliberately added by Xiao Yueheng during the reincarnation and tribulation did not belong to him in the first place, so as the time of revivification passed, he would gradually return to his original state of being moody and taking pleasure in revenge.

For example, at this moment when Kong Qing talked to him again, unlike yesterday when he had the concern and disappointment of an elder, he looked at the woman who was seeking answers from him with his smoky gray eyes coldly, his right hand unconsciously rubbing the hilt of the sword, and in his chest, two emotions caused by the tragic death were entangled belatedly. He didn't know where the hatred caused by disappointment and pain came from, but it undoubtedly made him doubtful.

"If you are reluctant to tell the truth because of the previous offense, I can apologize to you. I also hope that you will not be stingy in telling me what you have learned so that we can work together to find a way to escape." Kong Qing frowned at Lu Zhouxue's undisguised perfunctory response, but still patiently advised. The cultivator in front of them, who was both a ghost and an immortal, had a mysterious origin. Kong Qing had an inexplicable intuition that the other party must know something that they did not know.

As soon as Kong Qing said this, the other cultivators followed her lead and naturally agreed: "Yes, speak out and we can work together to find a way to break the impasse..."

Most people just wanted to get more clues from Lu Zhouxue, but there were also some who were dissatisfied with his attitude of standing by and watching, and many of them abused him. Lu Zhouxue used some force to rub the handle of the knife, and he seemed a little unhappy, but no one noticed. Lin Xiyang only vaguely felt that something was wrong, but the other party did not reveal it, so Lin Xiyang just thought it was his own illusion.

Lu Zhouxue quickly relaxed again. He tilted his head slightly to look at Kong Qing, pointed at the monk who had coughed earlier, and said slowly: "Don't you want to know what I saw? It's okay to tell you, there is a human face hidden in his throat."

"How can you say such nonsense? You are just trying to be mysterious." Lu Zhouxue behaves like a hermit. Many people don't like him. When they hear what he says, they not only don't believe it, but also ridicule him. Such reckless behavior should not be done by a cultivator of this level. He may not like Lu Zhouxue, but he should never jump to conclusions without verification after the latter points out the problem.

Lin Xiyang keenly sensed the problem. His eyes lingered on the man's face for a moment, and a doubt suddenly arose in his heart. Was the man in front of him really a cultivator from the Zhongting? Lin Xiyang thought about it and subconsciously wanted to remind Lu Zhouxue, but when he turned around, he saw the interest hidden in the latter's eyes. Then he understood that Lu Zhouxue also found something wrong, but he didn't know what he was planning to do by not taking action.

"You'll know if it's just a trick or not." Someone in the crowd said this, and it seemed that he was only speaking for Lu Zhouxue, but the latter not only didn't appreciate it, but instead looked in the direction of the voice, and then his eyes fell on Kong Qing's face again, and he said meaningfully: "Some things can't be looked at casually - this is all I can say, and I'll stop here, everyone, take care of yourselves."

It's "that's all I can say" instead of "that's all I know". Lu Zhouxue has made up her mind to stand by and watch. Kong Qing frowned even more when she heard that. She felt inexplicably familiar with the ghost fairy in front of her. The other party must know a lot of things, but he didn't want to say it. This made Kong Qing feel difficult. If it were someone else, she would have directly threatened him with force, but the strength shown by Lu Zhouxue was not something she could control.

"Why can't you be honest with us, fellow Daoist?" Kong Qing said. She didn't understand Lu Zhouxue's motives. They were on the same boat. It would be easier to break the impasse if they told others what they knew, right?

"Why should I be honest with you?" Lu Zhouxue asked back. The life and death of these people had nothing to do with him. If he spoke too much, it would be trouble for him whether these people lived or died because of his words.

"But..." Kong Qing wanted to persuade them again, but those monks caused trouble again. While Kong Qing was talking to Lu Zhouxue, they were instigated by someone to look at the throat of the person whose throat was previously stuck. The face of the person parasitic in the person's throat smiled at everyone, and then everyone who saw its face suffered without exception the next moment.