The years I was in the human world

Xiao Fengzhuo had iron chains on his hands and feet, and was taken to the City Lord's Mansion together with other cultivators captured by Yin Ji. However, Yin Ji treated Xiao Fengzhuo politely and allowed him to stand up and walk by himself. She only let the little ghost pull the iron chain around his neck, while the others were tied up tightly and were carried by a group of little ghosts like pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

Yin Ji went back to her residence to rest after entering the City Lord's Mansion. She pointed at a green ghost and ordered, "Take these people away and wash them clean. No matter if you are steamed or boiled, don't embarrass me in front of the master!"

Yin Ji paused after she finished speaking, and pointed at Xiao Fengzhuo who looked innocent: "As for him, the demon king specifically wants to protect him, so just take good care of him and don't let him run away."

After Yin Ji finished giving her instructions, she put her delicate hand on the little ghost who was serving her, twisted her slender waist, and returned to the bedroom in a charming manner.

Xiao Fengzhuo and a group of cultivators who were carried by the little ghosts followed She Qinggui all the way around the magnificent building of the City Lord's Mansion, went down several slippery and cold steps, and were locked up in the dungeon together.

There was no light in the dungeon, not even moonlight could shine in, and it was so dark that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. However, most monks had sharp ears and eyes, and could still see the scene inside the dungeon clearly: the damp floor was a dark brown color soaked in blood, and there was a mixture of damp and moldy smells, the smell of rotting flesh and blood, and the smell of urine.

The room where prisoners were punished was filled with all kinds of hideous and terrifying torture instruments. The kid in charge of cleaning was washing the bloodstains on the ground with water; a bloody corpse was dragged past everyone; rusty iron bars and stones separated one cell after another, most of which contained people, but they were all of different shapes.

Some people, upon hearing the noise, rushed to the railings and roared like wild beasts, but their tongues were missing from their open mouths, and they could only make a strange "ah" sound; some had numb expressions, and just glanced up casually, and then looked away boredly, with a mediocre reaction; others stared at everyone with greedy and murderous looks, and then their eyes all fell on Xiao Fengzhuo, who was walking at the end.

At this time, Xiao Fengzhuo was still dressed as a woman in black, with willow-shaped eyebrows, a slim waist, and skin as white as snow. The people in the cell whistled as they looked at her, and shouted, "Beauty."

Xiao Fengzhuo looked at everyone calmly from beginning to end. After taking in the general situation, he withdrew his gaze calmly, as if he did not hear or see the whistles and obscene looks around him.

Xiao Fengzhuo stood still as a mountain, but the other seven cultivators who were carried by the little ghosts and could not move were not as calm as him. The City Lord's Mansion was surrounded by ghost energy and there was a formation that restricted the use of spiritual power. In addition, the ropes that Yin Ji used to bind them were not ordinary ones.

The monks could neither use their spiritual power nor rely on the physical skills they had practiced to break free from the ropes. The various torture instruments and prisoners in various postures in the dungeon caused them quite a shock. They were at the mercy of others, and even though most of these monks were Jindan and Yuanying, they could not help but panic.

She Qinggui locked everyone in a cell. The little ghosts put them down and left. She Qinggui looked at everyone through the bars.

As soon as the monks were put down, they started to grumble. The brave ones who were not very smart cursed "evil creature" on the spot, and then pointed at the nose of the Sheqing Ghost and cursed: "Do you know who we are? How dare you bully the monks like this? One day I will grind you to dust!"

Xiao Fengzhuo turned his head and looked at the man without saying anything. He just felt that the man was really skilled and courageous. Now that his life was in the hands of others, he was still so unscrupulous. Did he really think these evil ghosts were vegetarians?

As expected, She Qinggui's pair of drooping eyes slowly moved to the face of the person who was speaking, and his white and black eyes moved. He raised a finger with long nails and pointed at him and said, "Empress Yin Ji is hosting a banquet, so I'll use you to cook the pot."

With a creaking sound, the closed cell door opened again, and the returning imp dragged the monk out like an animal, ignoring his struggles and shouts. At first, the monk still had the strength to curse, but when he tried to use his spiritual power, he felt despair for the first time when he found that his dantian was sealed.

The kid had already started sharpening his knife. As the rough sound of metal rubbing against gravel sank, his heart sank bit by bit. He panicked and turned to his colleague who was also imprisoned in the cell and could not save himself, "Save me, please save me..."

The nails scratched the ground and cracked it, and the flesh and blood separated. It looked shocking. The immortal who was omnipotent in the eyes of mortals also peed his pants at this critical moment of life and death. The green ghost covered his nose in disgust and said to the little ghost: "Take him down and wash him clean, he stinks."

Someone in the cell couldn't bear it, so he whispered to his fellow apprentice next to him, "He's a fellow Taoist after all, are we just going to watch him suffer?"

The person next to him glanced at him as if he was a fool and said coldly: "What else can you do? You and I can't use our spiritual power now, and we can't even protect ourselves, how can we save him?" Although the tone was cold, it was an indisputable fact.

Xiao Fengzhuo watched silently from beginning to end, as if he were an outsider. His strange behavior quickly attracted the attention of other cultivators: "This fellow Taoist doesn't seem to be afraid at all?"

"Hmm?" Xiao Fengzhuo was immersed in his own thoughts and was caught off guard when he was called. He turned to look at the person who spoke. His amber eyes were sparkling and affectionate, and a soft voice sounded, which made people's bones go numb just by listening to it.

After hearing his words, Xiao Fengzhuo curled his lips. He looked at the iron pot burning on the fire outside and said with a smile, "Are you scared? I guess your realm is not yet up to par."

After hearing his pretentious words, someone sneered, "How shameless."

Xiao Fengzhuo was too lazy to argue, he was indeed not afraid. After all, the evil ghosts would not suddenly start killing people, they liked to torture their prey slowly, so this meant he had a chance to escape.

During the conversation, the monk who had just wet his pants was washed and carried back. He was naked, and his skin was red from being burned. It seemed that the "washing" that Sheqing Gui mentioned was the same as the washing of the New Year pigs by farmers during festivals.

When passing by other cells on the way, the prisoners looked at the monk's red skin and whistled, and all kinds of obscene teasing came one after another: "Immortal, what a white butt."

The kid in charge of guarding did not say anything to stop the rioting. He just knocked on the iron bars symbolically to signal the prisoners to be quiet, but it obviously had no effect. Instead, the noise got louder.

The monk must have suffered a lot and was out of his mind. He was in a daze until the little devil tied him naked to a wooden stake in front of everyone. Only then did he regain some consciousness and struggle like a bug.

But no matter how he twisted, he was still tied to the stake without any dignity. The Green Ghost's soulless eyes swept across the faces of the indignant monks, sneered, and said to his little ghost: "Bleed."

The little devil took a knife and cut the bound monk's neck. In an instant, blood spurted out from his throat, splattering all over the walls and the ground. The prisoners who were clinging to the iron railings to watch the excitement cheered loudly. Xiao Fengzhuo frowned slightly, afraid of being splashed by blood, and stepped back behind the wall.

A little blood fell into the pot, and the hanged ghost appeared from nowhere, stretched out his long tongue, licked the monk's bleeding neck, and then shouted: "Delicious! Delicious!"

The little ghost took the human skin and smeared it with blood and rubbed it around in the iron pot.

The monk whose wound was licked by the hanged ghost stopped bleeding from his neck, but his face turned pale due to excessive blood loss, and he seemed to be struggling to survive.

The kid used a knife to cut off a large piece of meat from his stomach. The inside of the human skin was wrapped in oily fat, which looked like a great ingredient for cooking. But it was a pity for the monk whose meat was cut off. His intestines and internal organs flowed out through the wound. Several monks couldn't bear to watch and turned their heads away.

The little ghost held the meat and showed it to Sheqing Ghost, who nodded with satisfaction and praised, "Very good."

The kid held the meat and put it into the pot and rubbed it. The melted fat flowed down the iron pot, making a "sizzling" sound. Along with the aroma of the cooked fat, some people couldn't help but retching.

"Kill me if you want, why torture me like this?!" Most of the monks who were captured were the chosen ones of heaven, and they had never been in such a miserable situation before. Seeing the monk being tortured like that, they could no longer bear it and said, "Evil ghosts like you deserve to die a thousand times or even be ground to dust!"

His fellow apprentices nearby nervously pulled him back, whispering, "Are you crazy? That guy was dragged out because he talked nonsense. Do you want to be like him?"

"Don't pull me. I'm not like you who are afraid of death." The monk who spoke pulled his sleeves and continued to look at the Sheqing Ghost with anger on his face, "Kill me if you want to. Do you really think I'm afraid?"

The Sheqing Ghost had been staring at him coldly since he started talking. When he finished speaking, a mocking look appeared on his expressionless face: "Death? Ha, only you so-called righteous monks are so afraid of death."

"How can death be scary?" He pulled the corners of his mouth and revealed a fake smile, but behind the smile there seemed to be a hidden sadness. Then he said softly, "Only when you can't live or die, you will find out how happy death is."

"Hahahahahaha..." She Qinggui burst into laughter after he finished speaking, and the little ghosts under his command screamed. The prisoners who were originally standing by the cell and making a noise all hid in the corner in fear.

The monk who was speaking looked at the evil ghosts who had suddenly gone mad in front of him with uncertainty, but the Green Ghost suddenly calmed down, looked at him coldly and said: "I'm waiting for you to grind me to ashes."

"Sir, the pot is ready." The little ghost pulled the sleeve of Sheqing Ghost, who glanced at the dying man on the wooden rack behind him, then looked at the angry monk in the old room in front of him. He slowly raised a cruel smile and said, "Empress Yin likes human skin. Peel off the skin, slice off the meat, put it in the oil pan until crispy, and send it to the masters."

The monks gasped when they heard this. How cruel could this evil ghost be that he actually wanted to torture people to death?

"What about the remaining bones?" The little ghost rolled his eyes and continued to ask with ill intention.

"Bones?" She Qinggui snorted coldly, "Throw them into the big pot to make soup and feed the dogs!"

After saying this, She Qing Gui looked at the monk who had threatened to grind him to ashes and was now dying, and chuckled, "Didn't you want to grind me to ashes? Now that I have made sure that there is no trace of your body left, what will you do?"

Next, no matter how the monks in the prison cursed or how hard they tried to mobilize their spiritual power, it was of no avail. They watched helplessly as their former colleagues were skinned, their flesh and blood were cut off piece by piece and fried in the frying pan. The screams went from deafening at the beginning to silent in the end.

When everything was settled, only a skeleton was left. Most of the monks were young people who had never experienced any storms. They turned their heads away in fear and secretly resented Baili Changqing in their hearts, resenting him for bringing them out but not protecting them, and now he didn't come to save them even when they were about to lose their lives.

Xiao Fengzhuo watched the tragic scene outside and the reactions of everyone in the cell from beginning to end. There was no expression on his face, but he found it extremely interesting in his heart. The so-called righteous cultivators did not seem to be much nobler than their demon race.

Xiao Fengzhuo, who stood out from the crowd, was immediately noticed by She Qinggui. He turned to look at the woman with a cold face and suddenly became interested. He put his hand through the gap in the railing and wanted to pinch the former's jaw, but Xiao Fengzhuo dodged by turning his head.

She Qinggui pinched nothing and his hand paused there, but he was surprisingly not angry. He withdrew his hand naturally and said softly, "Interesting."

Xiao Fengzhuo smiled with his eyes curved, and said nonchalantly: "You too."

The nonchalant attitude surprised She Qinggui. He looked at the cold-faced woman in front of him with a complicated expression and said, "The girl's appearance and personality are very different."

"Really?" Xiao Fengzhuo said nonchalantly. He pointed to the big pot of soup in the back and asked She Qinggui calmly, "Is there anything to eat? The soup smells so good. I'm a little hungry."

Seeing that he was neither afraid nor angry, and asked for food with a nonchalant look, She Qinggui became more interested. He ordered the little ghost to scoop a bowl of soup from the pot where the human skeleton was boiled and bring it to Xiao Fengzhuo, saying with a smile, "Since you like the soup, I'll give you a bowl."

Xiao Fengzhuo looked at the bowl of greasy human bone soup in She Qinggui's hand and curled his lips in disdain: "Take it away, take it away, whoever wants to drink it can drink it."

"Didn't the girl just say that the soup smelled good?" She Qinggui narrowed his eyes and spoke in a dangerous tone. He moved the hand holding the soup forward, as if to imply that if Xiao Fengzhuo didn't drink the soup, he should force it down his throat.

"It smells good, but it's made from shit." Xiao Fengzhuo looked at She Qinggui innocently, and said confidently, "No matter how good something made from shit smells, it's still shit."

"Hahahaha, young lady is right." Xiao Fengzhuo didn't know what he said touched She Qinggui's heart. The gloomy evil ghost suddenly laughed happily, threw the bowl in his hand with soup and water to the ground, raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Fengzhuo with a smile on his face and said, "You really can't let the young lady eat such things."