The years I was in the human world

No one knew why Kong Qing suddenly confessed, but Lu Zhouxue had been dead for nearly two hundred years, and it was ridiculous that she was only admitting her mistakes now. Her confession could not undo anything, it was just self-consolation under the shock.

Lu Zhouxue didn't need her apology, and Xiao Fengzhuo turned a deaf ear to it. Just as Zhuyigui said, her apology was too late and so hypocritical that it was laughable. However, the puppet beside her seemed to have a soul. It bent down to help Kong Qing up and raised its hand to wipe away the tears from her face.

"Brother Lu?" Kong Que stared blankly at the puppet that seemed to have a soul. Her long-cherished wish had finally come true. For a moment, she didn't know how to react. She only saw her carefully grasping the puppet's wrist, fearing that it would disturb something. "Can you speak now?"

Peacock's puppet suddenly gained self-awareness. Others thought that her efforts over the years had finally paid off and that she had resurrected the dead. However, Lu Zhouxue and the other two who knew the truth all looked grim.

Lu Zhouxue was standing here perfectly fine, so what was awakening in the puppet's body? Even though that body was made by Xiao Yueheng using demon bones, it was after all Lu Zhouxue had used it before. Seeing his own body come alive in front of him, it felt as strange as it could be.

"Azhuo, do you feel that my body seems to be more lively than yesterday?" Lu Zhouxue whispered in Xiao Fengzhuo's ear.

"Well, I think so." Xiao Fengzhuo didn't even look at Kong Que, but quietly held Lu Zhouxue in his arms, and said half jokingly and half seriously, "Mianmian is much more lively than before."

"I'm serious with you." Lu Zhouxue gently pushed Xiao Fengzhuo's chest and glared at the nonchalant man without any deterrence.

"I'm serious, too." Xiao Fengzhuo smiled and grabbed Lu Zhouxue's wrist, pulling her into his arms like a baby. The two of them were playing around here as if no one was around, but the kid who was serving soup over there was staring at them.

A bowl of broth with meat and bones and oily spots was brought in front of the two. The little ghost's face without facial features was facing Xiao Fengzhuo, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Since you are here, you are a guest. Please honor me and have a sip."

If he doesn't drink, he will die; if he drinks, he will also die. This is a dilemma. The little ghost felt pleasure from the previous killing. The malice in his words almost solidified into substance. He hoped that the two people in front of him would either be stewed into broth or die of a bloated stomach.

The other cultivators were also paying attention to the situation here. Lu Zhouxue was the strongest among them. If he couldn't escape this, then they would have no chance to fight to the death.

Xiao Fengzhuo remained relatively calm in the face of the imp who was forcing him. He took a look into the broth and then smiled with an ambiguous tone. Seeing his expression, Lu Zhouxue knew that he was up to something bad, so she didn't say anything and just watched Xiao Fengzhuo respond.

"I also have a delicious dish that I would like to invite the host to taste." Xiao Fengzhuo said this.

Lu Zhouxue instantly guessed what he was going to do, and couldn't help but hold his forehead: "You."

Who would have thought that two hundred years ago, Xiao Fengzhuo had a sudden idea to preserve several strange dishes from the Rongcheng Inn, and from then on, the gears of fate began to turn...

Xiao Fengzhuo brought a plate of brain-shaped ice cream to the Bamboo-robed Ghost and smiled at him: "Sir, please."

The bamboo-clothed ghost was outwitted, and instead of getting angry, he laughed: "You are quite courageous."

"Those who are not brave are in the cauldron." Xiao Fengzhuo stood in front of the Bamboo-Clothed Ghost. He was not afraid of him at all. He played with the scimitar at his waist at his fingertips, revealing a hint of threat.

"Your Excellency has shown such hospitality, wouldn't it be rude for us not to do something in return?"

The Bamboo-Clothed Ghost forced them to drink human bone soup, and he forced them to eat human brains. It can be said that they were reciprocating.

"Don't you like ice cream?"

Xiao Fengzhuo took out another can of an unknown object that was a mixture of human internal organs and had a strange color and smell. "Why not try this Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?"

As Xiao Fengzhuo spoke, he pushed the clay pot in front of the Bamboo-Clothed Ghost. The foul odor emanating from the pot immediately rushed into the Bamboo-Clothed Ghost's nose, and the Bamboo-Clothed Ghost gradually could no longer hold back the expression on his face.

The bamboo-clothed ghost covered his nose and said, "Take him away and stew him!"

The ghosts received the order and came forward. Lu Zhouxue clapped the Sad Wind Sword at his hand, and the broken sword stabbed out and swept across. The cauldron cooking human flesh and the ghosts were all knocked over: "Let's see who dares to touch him!"

The Broken Sword of Sad Wind sank directly into the table in front of the Bamboo Clothed Ghost. The sharp cold light threatened him and made him not dare to act rashly. He stared at Lu Zhouxue for a moment with an inquiring look. The other party was not the one he wanted to kill this time: "You two don't look like people from the Final Court."

Lu Zhouxue ignored the Bamboo Clothes Ghost and just waved to Xiao Fengzhuo, "Azhuo, come back."

His voice was loud and everyone could hear it. Peacock suddenly turned his head and stared at Lu Zhouxue's face.

"Here I am." Xiao Fengzhuo jumped excitedly to Lu Zhouxue's side, poked his waist, and whispered, "That girl seems to have discovered it."

"It's okay." Lu Zhouxue didn't care. He stared at the Bamboo Cloth Ghost and supported Xiao Fengzhuo out of habit. "Azhuo specially prepared this delicacy for you, why don't you eat it?"

What a careful preparation! The bamboo-clothed ghost almost made the two people who were confusing right and wrong angry and laughed: "Have you two decided to meddle in other people's business?"

"It is obvious that fellow Daoist is pressing forward step by step, isn't it?" Lu Zhouxue held the Broken Sword of Beifeng in his hand, with a bowl of meat soup on the tip of the sword.

"Soup made from human flesh is nutritious, why don't you try it first?"

The sharp sword energy was almost condensed into substance. Even without getting close, one could feel the surging murderous intent. However, the Bamboo Clothed Ghost seemed unaware of it. He gently pushed the sword away with his fingertips and said slowly: "Your Excellency is quite powerful, but do you think I can't handle it?"

Every killing he made was carefully prepared. Even if something unexpected happened like Lu Zhouxue, he could still continue his slaughter.

Lu Zhouxue smiled and said, "Then let's give it a try!"

With a casual sword move, the soup bowl on the sword overturned, and the oil inside flew out, spilling all over the ground along with the pot. At this time, Lu Zhouxue's sword tip was already against the bamboo ghost's throat: "Daoyou, do you have anything else to say?"

The bamboo-clothed ghost's face darkened, his dark eyes looked like two abysses. He stared at Lu Zhouxue's face dimly, and said with a resentful tone: "You can't protect them, you can't protect anyone."

The words of the bamboo-clothed ghost hit Lu Zhouxue's sore spot accurately. His face turned cold and he raised his sword to stab: "Nonsense!"

The ground of the entire palace suddenly shook violently, and after a moment the floor suddenly collapsed, revealing a huge copper-cast iron pit underneath. This palace turned out to be a huge tripod!

The Bamboo-robed Ghost fell first. He pulled the struggling Lin Xiyang, looked at everyone sinisterly and said, "Everyone, have a safe journey to the underworld."

Lu Zhouxue followed closely behind. The Bamboo-Clothed Ghost somehow managed to break free halfway down the cauldron, but Lu Zhouxue's Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains was of no use at all. At the bottom of the giant cauldron was a huge formation.

Countless pairs of bony arms stretched out from the center of the formation, grabbing Lu Zhouxue's ankles as if to drag him into hell.

“Mianmian!” Xiao Fengzhuo rushed over and tried to grab his hand. Lu Zhouxue turned around when he heard the voice, and their fingertips just touched. Then he was taken off. Xiao Fengzhuo saw him getting farther and farther away, so he had to grit his teeth and said, “Wait for me to find you!”