The years I was in the human world

Lu Zhouxue's eyebrows jumped, Xiao Fengzhuo squeezed his hand, signaling him to be at ease, and continued in a low voice: "The cultivator next to your apprentice did not exist at the beginning."

"The Nine Square Array's life-demanding method also follows rules, but no one knows what these rules are." Xiao Fengzhuo glanced at the people around Lin Xiyang with a cryptic look, "But unfortunately, now there is someone who obviously knows the rules and is deliberately leading us into a trap."

Xiao Fengzhuo had just finished speaking when he heard the cultivator who had just poured the broth back scream. He was lifted up by the swarming little ghosts and stuffed directly into the boiling soup pot with his hands and feet. Someone nearby wanted to stop him, but he couldn't gather even a little spiritual energy.

Even Kong Qing was helpless. He could only watch with bloodshot eyes as the monk struggled in the boiling soup. His screams were incessant. Every time he floated up, a layer of flesh was burned off his body. Before long, all the flesh and blood melted away, leaving only a white skeleton.

When a person dies, the struggle naturally stops.

The little ghost brought a bowl of new broth to the monk who had just stopped him. His face without any facial features seemed to make people see mockery. The remains of the previous monk in the soup pot behind him had not yet melted, silently indicating a threat.

The one who was cooked was the monk's junior fellow apprentice. First he failed to save him, and now he was forcing him to drink the broth made by his own junior fellow apprentice. How cruel!

He still had some backbone. Even if he would be dragged into the soup pot, he would stick his neck out and refuse to drink. His eyes were red as if he was about to cry: "Even if you kill me here, I will not eat the remains of my junior brother!"

Without exception, he was also dragged into the cauldron and boiled into a pot of greasy broth. Even with so many people thrown into it, the cauldron was not full. Instead, the color of the soup became whiter and whiter, like milk.

"Who is he?" Lu Zhouxue glanced at the cultivator beside Lin Xiyang with a hidden look. The other person had a nondescript face and could not be found in the crowd. However, the emotion in his eyes was sarcastic, which was inconsistent with his appearance.

If it is still not obvious that he is the instigator of all things, then Lu Zhouxue has lived in vain.

"The second of the eight evil ghosts - the Bamboo Clothes Ghost." Xiao Fengzhuo leaned against Lu Zhouxue bonelessly, his face full of interest. "Logically speaking, he is the real leader of the eight evil ghosts, but Xiao Yueheng favors the beautiful ghost, so Gongsun Wuyin can be ranked ahead of him."

"Do you know the identity of the Ghost King?" Lu Zhouxue was a little surprised. How should I put it, hearing Xiao Yueheng's name from Xiao Fengzhuo's mouth, it felt very subtle.

"More than just knowing him, I've seen him a long time ago. I just didn't expect that he was the Xiao Yueheng you were looking for." Xiao Fengzhuo said casually, but when he remembered what Lu Zhouxue said about wanting Xiao Yueheng but couldn't get him when they were in the old capital, he couldn't be happy anymore.

"What's so good about that weird guy that you guys care about him so much?" Xiao Fengzhuo was quite annoyed. It was okay for Xiao Jin to care about him, since he was his younger brother after all, but why did Lu Zhouxue also join in the fun?

"Azhuo is so jealous." Lu Zhouxue fanned his nose, and seemed to have let it go, but he did not say much about his feelings for Xiao Yueheng. He teased Xiao Fengzhuo and brought the topic back to "Bamboo Clothes Ghost, what does Xiao Yueheng want to do now?"

It's no wonder Lu Zhouxue thinks this way. Now that Xiao Yueheng is the Ghost King and all the evil ghosts are his subordinates, it's hard for Lu Zhouxue not to wonder if he's going to do something weird again.

"It may not necessarily be the Ghost King." Xiao Fengzhuo did not think so. His eyes fell on the tripod in the hall. The little ghosts were holding soup and forcing the monks to drink it. Those who did not drink it would die. Not long after, half of the monks present had died, and it would soon be their turn. "It's more like a personal grudge."

While the two were talking, one of the monks, after witnessing the tragic scenes of countless rebellious predecessors being dragged into the soup pot and boiled to death, finally couldn't bear it anymore and surrendered. He suppressed his nausea and drank the bowl of oily soup that was mixed with the flesh and blood of countless monks.

The little ghost nodded with satisfaction and went back to serve soup to the next person. The other monks who were still alive looked at him in disbelief: "You actually drank it?"

The monk was embarrassed by the surprised and unbelievable look. He simply smashed the table in front of him and said angrily: "What can I do? If I don't drink it, I will die."

"That's human flesh soup..." someone couldn't help but say.

"Yes." Others echoed, and the monk who drank the broth was criticized by thousands of people.

The bamboo-clothed ghost beside Lin Xiyang suddenly burst into laughter at his desk, his body shaking with laughter.

The unusual movement on his side quickly attracted the attention of others. He raised his head, the smile still on his face, but his expression was sarcastic: "You have a clear conscience in killing people and robbing, but you can't accept drinking a bowl of human flesh soup?"

"You cultivators are really interesting." The Bamboo-Clothed Ghost spoke sarcastic words in a tone of praise, which made everyone angry and embarrassed, but they had no ability to resist and could only let the Bamboo-Clothed Ghost manipulate them.

"This place is poor and has bad waters, so the soups and food are roughly prepared. But when I think that they are for you, I don't think it's rude." The Bamboo-Clothed Ghost enjoyed the helpless and furious looks of the monks, and was so pleased that even the fake smile on his face seemed genuine.

"Personal grudge? What does that mean?" Lu Zhouxue looked at the Bamboo-Clothed Ghost's expression and felt a little strange. This evil ghost probably didn't intend to let go of everyone present, but he just stopped the broth that was originally intended for Lin Xiyang to drink. This was very strange.

"Mianmian, you know, I've lived a long time. When I was in the human world hundreds of years ago, I heard a lot of rumors, including one about the Bamboo-Clothed Ghost." Xiao Fengzhuo said, "At that time, the Wuxiang people conspired with the current royal family to massacre the entire Xie family in Chen County, and this Bamboo-Clothed Ghost seems to be a descendant of the Xie family."

"Xie?" Lu Zhouxue frowned, but he remembered Lin Xiyang's Northern Army dancing in front of the formation in the old royal capital.

At that time, Xiao Fengzhuo told him: "The Xie family of Chen County led the Northern Army and was famous for their dance before the battle. Later, the royal family of the Southern Dynasty was inhumane and the people complained. The court was replaced by the court, and the Xie family and the Northern Army were destroyed."

According to what Xiao Fengzhuo said at the time, there might be a connection between Lin Xiyang and the Xie family of Chenjun. Even considering the relationship between the same clan, it seems understandable that the Bamboo-Clothed Ghost let Lin Xiyang go.

As soon as Xiao Fengzhuo saw Lu Zhouxue's expression, he knew that he had remembered it. He immediately stopped repeating what he had said before and continued talking about what he had mentioned casually last time.

"Chenjun Xie's army led the Northern Army, and they were extremely brave and had never been defeated since their formation. However, they were defeated by the witchcraft of the Wuxian people. At that time, the commander fled, but Xie's romantic young man, who only knew poetry and songs but not military tactics, temporarily put on his armor and fought hard, but died of exhaustion."

"The rest of the Xie family fought hard after the city was captured, and the entire family died for their country."

"Of course, this is the side that praises the emperor in history books. Unofficial history and rumors are not so bright and sunny."

"It is said that when the Wuxian people trampled through the palace, the high officials of the royal family were still reveling every night with music and singing, and the men were disheveled and wearing makeup, looking so charming; the cold food powder was scattered all over the ground, and all one could see were the fair skin and bones nurtured by elixirs, and they had no power to resist at all."

"I don't know who said that the Xie family had the blood of ancient gods, so the Wuxiang people and the invading monks of Zhongting simply set up a big pot on the hall of the Southern Dynasty's court meeting at that time, and cooked and ate all the living people of the Xie family, calling it 'immortality meat'.

The Bamboo-robed Ghost's actions this time may be revenge for cooking up the Xie family members in Zhongting that year."

Xiao Fengzhuo did not exaggerate when he spoke of this. He merely stated it from the perspective of a bystander, but it still made Lu Zhouxue shudder when she heard it.

Even jackals know not to eat their own kind. The Wuxiang people and those monks who are pursuing the path to heaven are truly crazy.

"It's just a rumor, how can it be true..." Lu Zhouxue couldn't help but say, he was a murderer with no mercy in his heart, he thought he was as cold and hard as iron, but facing the complex human heart, he was still a dwarf compared to him.

"Yes, it's just a rumor." Xiao Fengzhuo repeated Lu Zhouxue's words. He didn't know what he was thinking about, and the smile on his face faded. He played with Lu Zhouxue's slender fingers with thin calluses, lowered his head and muttered softly, "The secret method of immortality of the Western Dynasty is also a rumor, but it will eventually die in rumors."

"What did Ah Zhuo say just now?" Xiao Fengzhuo's words were unclear, and Lu Zhouxue's attention was not here, so he didn't understand. He looked back and asked with concern, but the former just smiled and shook his head, saying "It's okay."

"Really?" Lu Zhouxue stared at Xiao Fengzhuo seriously for a moment. He always felt that the other party was worried about something.

"Really." Xiao Fengzhuo looked up and met Lu Zhouxue's concerned eyes sincerely, then smiled. It was indeed not a big deal.

Lin Xiyang's hatred can still be traced, but Xiao Fengzhuo's past has long been buried in the earth. The people involved have been reincarnated countless times and have forgotten everything. He is the only one who is trapped in the past and cannot be freed.

"Mianmian, the Wuxiang people's cooking and eating the Xie clan's sons was not without retribution." Xiao Fengzhuo hooked a strand of Lu Zhouxue's hair and played with it with his fingertips. After a brief loss of composure, he returned to his usual nonchalant attitude, "Mianmian, why don't you guess what happened to them?"

Lu Zhouxue's gaze moved down to Xiao Fengzhuo's hand that was playing with his hair. The jet-black hair was being pinched by the fair hand, as if with some kind of unconscious ambiguity. Lu Zhouxue looked into Xiao Fengzhuo's eyes again. They were not as clean as he thought.

Lu Zhouxue's heart skipped a beat, and like some indecisive little animal, he tentatively held Xiao Fengzhuo's hand. The latter raised his eyebrows, then turned around and wrapped his hand in his palm, pretending to be puzzled and asked: "Mianmian, what are you doing?"

Something changed quietly during these several times of eye contact, yet it still seemed normal. The strange atmosphere just now was just an illusion. Neither of them had any intention of being frank under such circumstances. Lu Zhouxue pretended to be frank and pinched Xiao Fengzhuo's palm: "Azhuo's hands are very warm - what was the fate of those people?"

“Those people—” Xiao Fengzhuo stretched out his voice. He understood what Lu Zhouxue meant. He blinked coquettishly and said slowly, “Of course they are dead. The flesh and blood they ate bred evil ghosts in their stomachs. Just like a woman who is pregnant for ten months, she is ripped open by the ghosts in her stomach and dies.”

"No one in the court who has eaten the descendants of the Xie family will be spared. The more powerful the person is, the more ferocious the evil spirit in his stomach will be."

"Mianmian, does this sound familiar? Before the Wuxian people and Zhongting cooked Xie, there was no such thing as the intestinal breaker and the so-called belly ghost."

"If you don't believe me, just wait and see. It won't be long before that person's belly swells up." Xiao Fengzhuo said, pointing at the man who had just drunk the broth.

As soon as he finished speaking, the monk cried out in pain and fear: "Help, help... My stomach, my stomach... It hurts... Elder Lianxue, help me!"

His screams were matched by his growing belly. In the blink of an eye, his belly had swelled as big as a baby in ten months of pregnancy. He held his big belly, knelt on the ground and crawled towards Kong Qing, begging her with tears streaming down his face to save his life.

Kong Qing's face turned pale. She looked at the monk crawling towards her desperately. The embarrassed figure was the same figure that had appeared in her nightmares countless times. Gradually, the monk's face became blurred and turned into "Lu Zhouxue" with a face full of hatred. She only saw the man crawling towards her, asking in extreme disappointment: "How have I wronged you? Why do you treat me like this?"

Kong Qing was so frightened by the sudden illusion that he completely forgot what day it was. He lost his composure and tried to argue: "Lu, Brother Lu, no, no, I didn't want to kill you, I just, I just wanted my mother to come back!"

The Bamboo Clothed Ghost sneered. The fact that Kong Que had stabbed Lu Zhouxue could be hidden from everyone except Xiao Yueheng. The Bamboo Clothed Ghost was working for Xiao Yueheng, so he naturally knew about it. He looked at the puppet beside Kong Que with a sneer, and said, "Zhong Ting is indeed hypocritical and pretentious. He doesn't even allow him to rest in peace, and he can still act so pitiful. Today I have opened my eyes."

A pair of hands belonging to an adult pierced the monk's belly and stretched out. Then the gap in the belly became bigger and bigger, and finally the monk was torn in half like a cicada shell. With the last heart-wrenching scream, the monk finally died, and a skinless humanoid monster crawled out of his body.

The newborn monster took a few shaky steps, then its knees gave way and it fell down, never to get up again.

"In fact, the rumor is not entirely wrong. Eating Xie's sperm and gaining a new life from the original body is very appropriate." The scene in the palace was almost horrifying, but Xiao Fengzhuo still had the mind to continue to make sarcastic remarks, "It's just that this new life is not a symbolic description, but a real verb."

The monk was dead, his body thrown aside like a rag. In this situation where he could not save himself, no one had the courage to collect his body. All the monks were tense, but Kong Qing stared at the body for a long time without moving. No one knew what she was thinking. She suddenly covered her face and cried, saying: "Brother Lu, I'm sorry, I was wrong, Brother Lu..."