The years I was in the human world

Lu Zhouxue squatted down and touched the blood-soaked pattern with her fingertips. It felt slightly cool and the surface was smooth, like cold jade, without the sticky feeling of blood.

"It's a bloodstone." Xiao Fengzhuo pinched the fire on his fingertips and squatted down to take a look. He quickly made a judgment. Lu Zhouxue looked up at him inquiringly. He explained, "Human blood is inherently yang. When it melts into the bloodstone, wherever the bloodstone is, there will be a piece of post-natal yang land."

"Things like this are common in places like the Hehuan Sect where there are many women." Xiao Fengzhuo bent his knuckles and knocked hard on a corner of the bloodstone on the ground, and a small piece of the bright red stone fell off. "Ghosts don't like things like this the most. I don't know what the Ghost King was thinking, asking Yin Ji to offer it like this."

"...Maybe it's to replenish the yin with yang." Xiao Fengzhuo thought of the young man in blue who had talked with Gu Yin before, and the man who had sex with Qi Yu in the corridor. He suddenly understood something and started asking and answering himself.

Lu Zhouxue didn't understand why Xiao Fengzhuo, who obviously didn't care about lust, liked to joke about these things. Naturally, he asked, "Are you very keen on this kind of thing?"

"That's not the case." Xiao Fengzhuo laughed shamelessly, "I just found it interesting. After all, it's a romantic affair of a beautiful woman."

"You've never seen her, so how do you know she's a beauty?" Lu Zhouxue asked with a strange look on her face. The man who was making love with Qi Yu had his back to them the whole time. How could Xiao Fengzhuo have ever seen his face?

"Before you came, Gu Yin was drinking tea with the same handsome young man. They were wearing the same clothes." Xiao Fengzhuo thought about it carefully, with a look of a dandy boy in his eyes.

Lu Zhouxue looked at his romantic eyes and suddenly couldn't help but stretched out her hands to pinch his cheeks, and said angrily: "You playboy, be careful not to be dazzled by the flowers. Let's see if you are still beautiful or not."

"Mianmian, you're so fierce." Xiao Fengzhuo was pulled by Lu Zhouxue and said vaguely, while he moved closer to him with a playful smile, "What are you angry about? No matter how handsome they are, they are still not as good as you, beautiful lady Lu~"

"They?" Lu Zhouxue looked at Xiao Fengzhuo with a half-smile. She was not angry, but wanted to tease him back, "Besides the young man in green, is there anyone else?"

"Yes." Xiao Fengzhuo looked at Lu Zhouxue, who was folding paper cranes in her hands to track the source of blood energy while talking to him. He pretended to think for a while, and really asked him to tell a few things. "That Yin Ji, that Jiang Ling, that Wei Ruge, and your master Baili Changqing, aren't they all beauties?"

Lu Zhouxue's hand that was folding the paper crane trembled, and the crane almost pierced Xiao Fengzhuo's face when it took off. He widened his eyes and looked at the latter in almost horror, and said in disbelief: "Are you crazy?" How dare you make up Baili Changqing like this.

Although Baili Changqing was born with sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, and an imposing manner, he was indeed a handsome man, but... Lu Zhouxue shuddered. He always felt that if that guy knew about Xiao Fengzhuo's description, he would be in big trouble.

“Hahahahahaha…” Seeing Lu Zhouxue’s slightly distorted expression, Xiao Fengzhuo laughed heartily. After laughing enough, he said with joy in his eyes, “I was just joking. Mianmian won’t take it seriously, right?”

"..." Lu Zhouxue looked at Xiao Fengzhuo suspiciously. He felt that the other party was not joking. Facing Xiao Fengzhuo's nonchalant behavior, Lu Zhouxue sighed softly and said helplessly: "You are so bold to still talk nonsense in a place like this."

"Isn't it because you are here?" Xiao Fengzhuo grinned lawlessly. Lu Zhouxue had to accept his fate. After all, it was because of him that the former came to Dongshan to take risks. It was reasonable for him to protect the other party.

The paper crane led the two of them to the right side of the altar and they found a stone staircase leading upwards. Once they stepped onto the stone staircase, it was as if they had walked outside some kind of barrier. The strong smell of blood almost condensed into substance and went straight into Lu Zhouxue's nostrils. He was hit by the smell and fell backwards. He immediately frowned and covered his mouth and nose, opening and closing his mouth, as if he was about to vomit on the spot.

A handkerchief mixed with the scent of dew and pine wood was gently placed over his mouth and nose. Lu Zhouxue raised his head and saw Xiao Fengzhuo looking at him with a hint of worry. He covered his mouth and nose for him and asked softly, "Is this better?"

The handkerchief was not very thin, and when it was used to cover her face, it just blocked the smell of blood that rushed straight to her forehead. But somehow, when she met Xiao Fengzhuo's concerned gaze, Lu Zhouxue's face also felt hot, as if she could feel the temperature of Xiao Fengzhuo's hand through the handkerchief.

Lu Zhouxue looked away in panic, and turned his head away, seeming to avoid the question. He said, "I'm not that delicate... It's just that the smell of blood suddenly hits my nose so hard that I can't stand it..."

His voice became quieter as time went on, and he probably felt that his explanation was a bit too deliberate.

"Yeah." Xiao Fengzhuo responded softly, with an obvious smile in his tone, but he rarely grabbed Lu Zhouxue's tail and stepped on it hard. He just smiled and gently let the matter go.

At the end of the stone steps was a circular platform with seven or eight people lying on it. Judging from their clothes, they should be the monks captured by Yin Ji. A thin slit was cut in the throat of each of them, and blood was gushing out. The blood flowed down along the groove on the circular platform and finally gathered into the bloodstone that the two had seen at the bottom of the altar earlier.

"Still breathing." Xiao Fengzhuo felt the pulse of one of them, and gathered spiritual energy in his palm to seal the wound on his neck. Lu Zhouxue handed over gauze and golden wound medicine from the side, and Xiao Fengzhuo took it and began to bandage it, "Mianmian, go check on the others, there are still a few alive."

Lu Zhouxue nodded, turned around to look at the others, and followed Xiao Fengzhuo's method to seal the wound with spiritual energy and bandage it with golden wound medicine.

"Hmm?" Lu Zhouxue suddenly asked. Xiao Fengzhuo thought something had happened, so he quickly dealt with the person on his hands and walked towards Lu Zhouxue: "What's wrong?"

"Jiang Ling." Lu Zhouxue turned the head of the person in front of him, revealing a pale face under the messy hair. "He can be considered a master, and he is here too."

"What's so strange?" Xiao Fengzhuo checked Jiang Ling's dantian and pulse. Compared to the others who had one foot on the verge of death, he was just a little weak and not in danger of death. "Although he is a master, he is only a hundred years old and still young. Yin Ji has been famous for a long time and has reached the level of a red ghost. It is normal for Jiang Ling to be defeated."

"He is better than those people." Xiao Fengzhuo pointed at the others who had their wounds bandaged and were lying there, leaving their fate to fate. "Although these people are not dead, their blood and spiritual energy have been drained out, and they are no different from being dead. Even if they are lucky enough to survive, they are almost useless."