The years I was in the human world

The ever-burning lights blended with the moonlight and enveloped the entire palace. The gods enshrined on the incense table looked solemn. The priest with a beautiful face closed his eyes and held a stick of burning incense between his white fingers, reverently inserting it into the incense burner. The compassion on his face was gentler than that of the angry statue above, and he looked like he was saving all living beings.

It is clearly a ghost that brings disaster to the world, but it also imitates monks in worshipping gods.

A gentle breeze blew in from the window, brushing past the silk curtains, making the wind chimes jingle. The drooping silk curtains were blown open by the wind, revealing a green-clothed evil ghost kneeling in the darkness. The King of Ghosts was burning incense with his eyes closed, so he quietly knelt with his head on the ground and said nothing, for fear of disturbing the peace of the King of Ghosts.

The ghost king opened his eyes, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes. In an instant, he looked ghostly. He no longer looked pure and compassionate. A smile appeared on the corners of his lips, making him look even more evil. He flicked off the incense ash on his sleeves and said softly, "You're here."

The green-clothed evil ghost who was prostrating on the ground raised his head. His face was elegant and his eyes were full of affection. He didn't look like an evil ghost, but more like a prostitute in a brothel: "Master, someone from Zhongting and the demon clan is coming."

"Ha, Baili Changqing has already arrived in Rongcheng, why are they being so futile?" The Ghost King chuckled, and seeing the green-clothed evil ghost still kneeling beside him, he said, "Can't you get your knees off the ground? If you want to kneel, why don't I have someone nail you to the ground with nails and make you kneel until the end of time?"

The green-clothed evil ghost lowered his head and remained silent, not knowing what to say. He wanted to kowtow to the ground and beg for forgiveness, but the Ghost King didn't like him kneeling, so he didn't know what to do for a moment.

The Ghost King stared at him with blood-red eyes for a long while, and finally wiped his face away, not pursuing the matter any further, and asked, "How's the situation in Rongcheng?"

"Bai Li Chang Qing entered the city today and found nothing unusual." The green evil ghost said, "But Yin Ji captured two demons last night and has noticed something strange in Rong City."

"It's fine if Baili Changqing is involved, but the demons are also trying to stir up trouble. It's really contradictory." The Ghost King said sarcastically, putting on a Prajna mask on his face, and made arrangements casually, "As for Yin Ji, let her do what she did before. I want to see what these righteous monks can do."

When the Ghost King walked to the main hall, a man and a woman were serving him tea. The man was tall and slender, and the woman was dignified and beautiful. They were the Demon King Qi Nankuo and Pojun Niangniang Yaoguang.

The Ghost King sat on the main seat without saying a word, waiting for the two to speak first. The evil ghost in green stood obediently behind him, also remaining silent.

Yaoguang had never met the Ghost King directly before, and was unsure of his temperament, so she did not speak rashly. Qi Nankuo looked at the Ghost King sitting there motionless, cursing him in his heart as an old fox, but after all, he was asking for help, so he had to compromise and spoke first: "An uncle from the clan accidentally entered Rongcheng, I hope the Ghost King will take care of him and not hurt his life."

The person mentioned in these words is naturally Xiao Fengzhuo.

"Yin Ji reported last night that there were two demons who accidentally entered Rong City. Who are you talking about?" The Ghost King glanced at him with a smile, "Qi Nankuo, do you think my Rong City is a place where you can come and go as you please?"

The Ghost King's words were sharp, but Qi Nankuo did not dare to say anything. After all, he was the one begging others to release Xiao Fengzhuo, and Xiao Fengzhuo's life was still in the hands of the Ghost King.

At this moment, Qi Nankuo couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Why did he covet the Phoenix bloodline in the first place? He was afraid that outsiders would get it, so he actually let Xiao Fengzhuo go to welcome the Phoenix back to the clan. Now Lu Zhouxue took Xiao Fengzhuo to Rongcheng, where no one lives. The Ghost King's formation required human sacrifice, which harmed his uncle Xiao for nothing.

"My lord, please forgive me and spare my uncle's life." Qi Nankuo was very humble. He knew that the Ghost King in front of him looked gentle and kind, but in fact he had a perverse personality and mood swings. He would not make the Ghost King unhappy just for a moment's anger and cause Xiao Fengzhuo's death.

At this point, Qi Nankuo was the Ghost King after all, and they hadn't fallen out yet, so the Ghost King naturally couldn't continue to embarrass him. He nodded gently as a sign of agreement, and then said: "I'll have someone tie up the two men when the time comes. You can go and identify which one is your uncle."

"Thank you." Qi Nankuo breathed a sigh of relief, but he couldn't help but worry about Xiao Fengzhuo. Although the Ghost King promised to save his life, Xiao Fengzhuo's cultivation was not very high after all. Rongcheng was backed by a den of ghosts and was dangerous, so it was inevitable that he would get hurt.

"Who are you?" After solving Qi Nankuo's problem, the Ghost King looked at Yaoguang who was sitting quietly beside him.

"I came here on the orders of Venerable Mingjing regarding the matter of the Phoenix bloodline." Yaoguang said, taking out the Phoenix Spirit Seal that her father had entrusted to her before he left.

The green-clothed evil ghost took it from her and handed it to the ghost king himself: "Master."

“Phoenix Spirit Seal?” The Ghost King took a look at the item handed over by the green-clothed evil ghost and suddenly became interested. He turned his eyes to look at Yaoguang inquiringly and suddenly curled his lips and said, “Is that old man Mingjing your father?”

……

Lu Zhouxue brought the black cat back to Rongcheng. Rongcheng was very normal during the day. People were coming and going in the streets and alleys, hawking and shouting, and the restaurants and teahouses were bustling with people. It looked normal no matter how you looked at it. It was the normal social operation of a border city.

Unlike yesterday, when the two entered today, the guards at the door did not check the outsiders. They were like two real statues, guarding the city gate silently and resolutely.

"The smell of spices is stronger than yesterday." Xiao Fengzhuo said coldly as he passed by the guard.

Hearing this, Lu Zhouxue twitched his nose and found a faint fishy odor hidden under the rich fragrance. He turned his head and stared at the guards covered in iron armor for a while with a scrutinizing look. The guards stood still, like two statues sealed in iron armor.

Lu Zhouxue quietly released a trace of spiritual power on the two guards for investigation, and then his expression became very strange. Xiao Fengzhuomao looked at him with confusion on his face. He did not explain immediately, but quickly withdrew the spiritual power he had released and hurried into the city holding the black cat.

Xiao Fengzhuo whispered, "What happened to those two?"

"A very strong feeling of obstruction." Lu Zhouxue frowned, with a strange expression on his face, and tried to describe to Xiao Fengzhuo as vividly as possible the feeling when he explored, "I feel like there is nothing in there, but it seems to be filled with something else, and spiritual power can't penetrate it."

After listening to Lu Zhouxue's abstract description, Xiao Fengzhuo was silent for a while, then said something irrelevant: "I looked at the armor carefully, it is sealed, as if the person was put in first, and then the armor was cast."

Xiao Fengzhuo's words were certainly not nonsense. Lu Zhouxue asked, "Have the people in there never come out?"

"Maybe it's the same as the situation in the inn, they can't be considered human beings anymore." Xiao Fengzhuo added softly. The two looked at each other and saw lingering fear in each other's eyes.

If you seal a living person in an iron armor, the boiling molten iron will burn the person to death before it takes shape. The person inside can really not be considered alive.

"Wait until curfew, then we'll quietly open the armor and take a look." Xiao Fengzhuo said softly, like a bad boy instigating others to do bad things. Lu Zhouxue didn't say yes or no, but keeping silent often meant tacit agreement.

The two of them originally wanted to go back to the inn, but they saw a conflict in front of a pork stall. Lu Zhouxue looked cold and elegant, but in fact he was more curious than the cat in his arms. Seeing that there was a lot of noise over there, he went over with the cat in his arms. Xiao Fengzhuo knew what he was thinking, but he deliberately joked, "Mianmian is kind-hearted and wants to help with anything she sees."

"Stop teasing me." Lu Zhouxue gently pressed the cat's head and wanted to move forward, but his temperament was so extraordinary that he didn't even need to squeeze through. The crowd watching the excitement spontaneously made way for him, allowing him to see clearly what was happening at a glance.

Just with one look, the faces of both of them turned extremely ugly. It was originally a stall selling pork, and there was a huge pig head hanging on the shelf on the stall. But the reason why the faces of both of them changed suddenly was that there was a skinned human head hanging next to the pig head, and on the table below, pork mixed with human arms and legs were being sold, and there was also a human sternum hanging at the back, all of which were skinned.

The moment he saw the skinned corpses, Lu Zhouxue suddenly thought of the human skin that the female ghost took off last night. Sure enough, the one "making trouble" next to the pork stall was Jiang Ling who had arrived late, and with him were his beloved little disciples, but now there were only six of them.

Lu Zhouxue's feeling was correct. The corpse that was torn into pieces by the pork vendor and sold as pork was exactly the skinned disciple of the Seventh Layer Sect.

Although they were clearly selling human flesh, the stall owner did not seem to think there was anything wrong and continued to shout loudly: "Fresh pork, tender pigs just slaughtered this morning..."

Jiang Ling stared with red eyes at the corpse of his apprentice that was chopped to pieces by the pork vendor on the counter, and then looked at the pork vendor with hatred in his eyes. He was speechless for a while, but the pork vendor was unaware of it and even disliked the few people blocking his stall, affecting his business, so he drove them away: "Go away, don't stand here if you don't want to buy, others still want to buy..."

After that, the pork vendor continued to shout at the top of his voice: "Pork, fresh pork——"

The shouts of the pork vendors irritated the fragile nerves of several teenagers. The eldest brother, who was in the lead, pointed at a calf of his junior brother, and said with red eyes and sobs: "Pork? You said this is pork?!"

"What else? Could it be human flesh?" The pork vendor looked at him in confusion, and was startled by the bloodshot eyes of the boy. His voice became much quieter, but he still muttered, "What are you doing? You're not buying meat, and you're disturbing other people's business."

"How can this be pork?!" the boy lost his composure and questioned the pork vendor. He chopped the greasy knife on the table and said with his neck stiff, "I say, little kid, you're not buying meat and you're making trouble here. If you don't believe me, just ask them if this is pork."

As the pork vendor spoke, he pointed randomly at the crowd, and some people in the crowd began to whisper.

"Are these people mentally ill?"

"Look at that immortal dressed like he came from somewhere else."

"Immortal? So what if he's an immortal? He can't even tell the difference between pork and human flesh."

……

"Shut up!" The chattering crowd was annoying, and the young man shouted at the crowd. Jiang Ling, who also had an ugly face, was more stable than his disciples. He closed his eyes to calm down, raised his hand to hold down the eldest disciple who was out of control, and then tried to speak calmly to the pork vendor: "We will buy the meat."

Jiang Ling picked up all the body parts of his disciples on the pork stall. The moment he got the fish basket filled with meat, the young man hugged the fish basket and burst into tears: "Junior brother, I will take you home."

The young man cried bitterly. Even a steady man like Jiang Ling couldn't help but have tears in his eyes. He reached out and touched his eldest disciple's head. He said in a low voice: "Let's avenge our junior brother."

Lu Zhouxue sighed as he watched from the side. Xiao Fengzhuo asked him, "Do you want to return the human skin to them?"

Lu Zhouxue shook her head, but she disappeared into the crowd again, holding the cat in her arms, and said, "I have to return it, but not now."

Now those people are in a state of emotional instability, and he is now dressed as a demon. If he hands over the human skin now, it will be a thankless task. What if they ask him where he got the human skin? How will he explain it? Say that the female ghost took it off and gave it to him? I am afraid that before he can finish his words, Jiang Ling will chop him together with his accomplices.

"It's really pitiful." Lu Zhouxue sighed lightly. A good young man was skinned and his body was chopped into pieces and sold at a pork stall.

"Pitiful? What if it's all his own fault?" Xiao Fengzhuo said meaningfully, as if he knew something.

Lu Zhouxue was stunned when he heard this. He asked, "What do you mean?"

"Nothing." Xiao Fengzhuo shook his head, but did not explain too much, and quickly changed the subject, "Mianmian, have you noticed that the corpse of a cultivator is no different from pork in the eyes of others?"

When Xiao Fengzhuo interrupted, Lu Zhouxue put her doubts to the bottom of her heart and continued thoughtfully, "It's very strange, it's like I can't tell the difference at all."

"Whether he can't tell the difference or he made a mistake on purpose, it's hard to say." Xiao Fengzhuo said, the whole cat curled up in Lu Zhouxue's arms and shook his head. The latter looked at his fluffy head and couldn't help but lower his head to rub it, and couldn't help but sighed: "You are so good, Ah Zhuo."

Xiao Fengzhuo chuckled in his arms and said jokingly, "Taking advantage of a cat is also called taking advantage. Mianmian, you can't just act like a hooligan just because the target is a kitten."

Realizing his own misbehavior, Lu Zhouxue felt a little embarrassed. Hearing Xiao Fengzhuo's deliberate teasing, he rubbed the cat's head again and muttered, "How can this be considered hooliganism?"

Xiao Fengzhuo heard his words clearly, but the latter did not tease him anymore. He just smiled, and the whole cat was visibly happy. The cat's tail swept across Lu Zhouxue's hand, scratching people's hearts.