The years I was in the human world

Before leaving the altar, Xiao Fengzhuo drew his sword and chopped the stone statue into pieces, breaking the bloodstone on the ground into pieces and putting them in his ring to take away. Lu Zhouxue looked at his locust-like behavior and asked in disbelief, "What are you doing?"

"This is a good thing." Xiao Fengzhuo was tossing a small piece of bloodstone in his hand, "Bloodstone is used to make talismans, which are most useful for dealing with evil spirits and demons."

"You know a lot." Lu Zhouxue sighed. The altar was destroyed, and the formation set up around Rongcheng was naturally broken. That formation was an evil formation that gathered Yin energy and tempered evil spirits, but it also had a suppressive effect. Now that the formation was broken, the evil spirits and Yin energy that had been trapped underground gushed out all at once, and the already dark night became even more cloudy, accompanied by mournful cries, and there was a sign of merging with the Dongshan ghost den.

Yin Ji, who was recuperating in the mausoleum, noticed that the altar was destroyed. She rushed out of the mausoleum in anger, with ghostly aura lingering on her pale face. Her face was hideous and distorted because of anger, and her eyes were bloodshot. She looked in the direction of the altar and gnashed her teeth and said, "How dare you, you brat!"

The evil ghosts were angry, and the wilds were full of resentment. Yin Ji looked up to the sky and roared. Mountains, forests, wilderness, lonely graves... everywhere there were wailing and resentment. Under the black shadows that stretched for thousands of miles, evil ghosts knelt on their knees. The evil ghosts stood up, all with hateful faces, and said, "Please give your orders, my lady."

Yin Ji raised her blood-red nail polish-coated finger and pointed in the direction where Lu Zhouxue was escaping, saying sadly, "Kill—"

"Yes." The evil ghost showed a cruel and grim smile on his face, and bowed heavily. Then he raised his head, stretched out his long tongue to lick his lips, and said with salivating mouth, "May I ask how many people should I kill, Madam?"

"If you can do it, then what if you kill all the righteous people in the world?" Yin Ji swung her long sleeves, making a loud noise that shook the whole area. She was arrogant and insolent, but she pointed at the head of the evil ghost under her command and cursed, "Arrogant!"

The evil ghosts bent down deeply, and when they stood up again, they swarmed out with their own desires. In an instant, tens of thousands of evil ghosts covered the sky like insects and flies, and the area within a hundred miles of Rongcheng was howling incessantly, and the resentment rising to the sky seemed like hell.

"Azhuo, shouldn't I be nosy?" Lu Zhouxue looked up at the strange scene in the sky. The wailing of the evil spirits in his ears hurt his eardrums. Yin Ji's anger caused such a disaster, all because he and Xiao Feng burned the altar, so he hesitated, "If it weren't for you and me--"

"Mianmian." Xiao Fengzhuo interrupted. While dealing with the evil spirits that rushed towards him like crazy, he said, "The ice is three feet thick, but it didn't freeze overnight. Even without you, everything Yin Ji arranged in Rongcheng would eventually backfire on the righteous. It's definitely not because of you."

Xiao Fengzhuo paused, then added jokingly, "This is not like you."

Lu Zhouxue followed Xiao Fengzhuo out of the main hall. There were more evil spirits in the corridor outside. They were not difficult to deal with, but there were too many of them, so it was troublesome to deal with them. Lu Zhouxue controlled Tianbai with his fingertips to cut them like cutting melons and vegetables, and replied casually: "Not like me? Why do you say that?"

"You have always been indifferent, like a bystander, as if no one has anything to do with you." Lu Zhouxue's Tianbai solved most of the evil spirits. Xiao Fengzhuo freed his hands and didn't need to do anything else. "A person who does his own thing suddenly considers other people. Isn't this really surprising?"

Lu Zhouxue opened his mouth, not knowing for a moment whether Xiao Fengzhuo was praising him or scolding him, but he had to admit that Xiao Fengzhuo had positioned him very accurately. He did indeed do his own thing and was indeed good at observing things from the sidelines, and all of this stemmed from a habit called "God".

Lu Zhouxue rarely didn't know how to respond. As a god, all his thoughts and actions were reasonable, but as a human, he was undoubtedly arrogant and indifferent. He never cared about other people's opinions, but now facing Xiao Fengzhuo, he felt at a loss and panic.

As if sensing his uneasiness, Xiao Fengzhuo stretched lazily while being surrounded by evil spirits, and said half jokingly and half seriously: "But there's nothing wrong with you doing this. Deep love is the easiest to be betrayed. It's too painful to be completely disappointed. Don't suffer like that."

Lu Zhouxue paused in controlling Tianbai's movement, and was caught off guard by the sharp silk thread that cut a long cut on her fingertips. Bright red blood flowed out of the wound and was swallowed up by the silk thread. The whole process happened silently, just like Lu Zhouxue's calm expression which did not change at all.

The two of them fought their way out of the palace. Jiang Ling looked down on the demon clan, so naturally he was unwilling to follow Lu Zhouxue and rely on his protection. Even though he was seriously injured, he still managed to fight his way out of the mad evil spirits.

The three men left the palace separately, and the evil spirits in the corridor outside were almost cleared away.

The young man in blue who had made love with Qi Yu earlier was leaning against the pillar at the end of the corridor with his arms folded, his eyes still showing the charm after making love. His clothes were tied casually with half of his legs exposed, showing a lazy charm.

Lu Zhouxue didn't sense any ghostly aura from him and had some doubts in her heart, but she didn't take him seriously. When she was about to avoid him and leave somewhere else, the young man in green clothes flashed and blocked the way of the three of them. The bamboo flute in his hand turned around and hit Lu Zhouxue's chest directly.

Xiao Fengzhuo raised his knife to block, but when it hit the bamboo flute, his palm was broken and bleeding, and the scimitar flew out of his hand. The young man in green did not give them a chance to breathe, and the tail of the flute gently touched Xiao Fengzhuo's wrist, and his arm was instantly broken and fell limply.

Xiao Fengzhuo's face turned pale in an instant. Lu Zhouxue's expression changed drastically. He raised his hand and pushed out a gust of wind. The young man in green turned over to avoid it. He took the opportunity to send out a spiritual breath to repair Xiao Fengzhuo's arm, and planned to leave with his men, stepping on the snow without leaving any trace.

Unexpectedly, he just flew into the air, and the young man in blue clothes below followed closely on the eaves of the house. He threw the bamboo flute in his hand directly at Lu Zhouxue's face, and with the other hand, the five fingers formed into claws, he tried to grab Xiao Fengzhuo's back, as if he wanted to kill both of them. Lu Zhouxue had no choice but to fall back to the original place with Xiao Fengzhuo.

"What do you want, sir?" Lu Zhouxue protected the injured Xiao Fengzhuo behind him, and looked at the man in green who was slowly falling opposite him with a wary look on his face. He couldn't see through the strength of the man in front of him. Yin Ji was fierce, so he was still confident that he could escape unscathed, but he didn't know if he would be able to deal with this man now.

The young man in green raised his hand to catch the bamboo flute that flew back to him. He tilted his head and just smiled at them without saying anything.

Because he was seriously injured, Jiang Ling struggled with the evil spirits for a while longer. When he came to the corridor, he was faced with such a stalemate. He looked at the charming and charming young man in green standing there, his face changed slightly, and he asked as if he was facing a great enemy: "You - Gongsun Wuyin?"

"Gongsun Wuyin?" This was the question asked by Lu Zhouxue. He didn't know who Gongsun Wuyin was, so how could he make Jiang Ling so afraid of him?

"The leader of the eight evil ghosts under the Ghost King, the beautiful ghost - Gongsun Wuyin." Xiao Fengzhuo behind him spoke slowly. Lu Zhouxue couldn't see his expression, but could guess from his tone that he should have a serious look on his face.

After a pause, Xiao Fengzhuo slowly added: "The name of Yan Gui has existed for a long time, but - I have never seen him."

Xiao Fengzhuo's words conveyed a terrifying message: Xiao Fengzhuo was older than Baili Changqing and other powerful men, and had more experience. He had only heard of the man but had never met him, so how long would he live and how unfathomable would his strength be?

Lu Zhouxue subconsciously tightened the white silk thread, and his spirit was tense. He had a premonition that he was no match for the so-called sexy ghost in front of him, who only had 30% of his strength.

"Hmm? You recognize me?" Gongsun Wuyin looked at Jiang Ling, and after a moment's study, he suddenly realized, "Oh, I recognize you too. You are the master of that brat."

Of Jiang Ling's seven disciples, six are dead, and the only one who might be alive is Qi Yu. The "rascal" that Gongsun Wuyin mentioned certainly cannot be the six dead ones, not to mention that he had just had sex with Qi Yu, so it could only be Qi Yu.

But as soon as Gongsun Wuyin said this, Lu Zhouxue felt inexplicably embarrassed. After all, he and Xiao Fengzhuo had just been forced to watch Gongsun Wuyin's live sex show, and the beauty ghost's strength was so unfathomable that she might have noticed that the two of them were on the roof at that time.

“Have you seen Qi Yu?!” Jiang Ling was naturally anxious because his disciple had disappeared. Now that Gongsun Wuyin mentioned him, he immediately asked about his disciple’s whereabouts, regardless of whether he was an evil ghost or someone else. In the end, he seemed to feel that he had lost the demeanor of a master, and threatened unnecessarily, “If anything happens to him, I will make you pay!”

He was so anxious that he even forgot to call himself "this master". Xiao Fengzhuo saw his bluffing and curled his lips. He still whispered sarcastically with Lu Zhouxue: "Jiang Ling said a lot of harsh words, but it's a pity that six of his seven disciples have died, and he hasn't done anything to Yin Ji."

"You talk too much. Doesn't your hand hurt?" Lu Zhouxue glanced at him. She couldn't understand why Xiao Fengzhuo, whose face was pale with pain, still had the mind to make sarcastic remarks and watch the fun. She couldn't help but push his head with her palm and whispered, "If you are gloating over others' misfortune, be careful that you will be the next one."

"Mianmian will protect me, won't she?" Xiao Fengzhuo didn't care at all. He lowered his head and rubbed it on Lu Zhouxue's palm like a cute cat.

"Is his name Qi Yu?" Gongsun Wuyin murmured softly, with a charming smile on his face, but he quickly restrained all his expressions, raised his eyes and looked at the three people in front of him indifferently, his lips pressed against the blowing holes of the bamboo flute, and the sad and desolate sound of the flute instantly lingered in the ears of the three people.

Xiao Fengzhuo realized something and hurriedly covered Lu Zhouxue's ears, but he was a step too slow. The sound of Gongsun Wuyin's flute not only affected people's emotions, but also caused the already restless yin energy around to riot, directly forming a small secret realm. The three people were unable to dodge and were swallowed up on the spot.

Yin Ji, who arrived late, only saw the afterimages of evil ghosts that were about to collapse on the ground. She turned around and saw Gongsun Wuyin sitting on the ground with one leg bent, leaning against the pillar. The clothes on her legs had slipped off, and all kinds of messy marks extended from her ankles to the roots of her thighs, which was ambiguous and lewd.

Seeing him being so shameless, Yin Ji, who was once a lady from a wealthy family, frowned uncomfortably, although she was also a fierce ghost. However, for some reason, she did not say anything, but asked, "Did you drag someone in?"

The sound of Gongsun Wuyin's flute can bewitch people's hearts, and the secret realm formed can also dig out the injustice in people's hearts. People who fall into the illusion will either be trapped in the cycle of reincarnation where it is difficult to fulfill their wishes and die of exhaustion of spiritual power; or they will make the best of a bad situation, kill all their inner demons and hurt themselves to get out.

But the secret realm of the erotic ghost cannot help people eliminate their inner demons and temper their character. Even if one is lucky enough to kill the inner demon and get out of the secret realm, the inner demon will not disappear. Instead, it will grow more deeply rooted, causing more pain and deeper hatred.

"They destroyed the master's statue, and they were not punished. Are you just going to let them go?" Gongsun Wuyin asked with a smile, "Yin Ji, just because the master won't pursue anything doesn't mean you have done your job well. Just because he doesn't punish you doesn't mean I won't discipline you."

"What about you, Gongsun Wuyin?" Yin Ji looked up and down at the ghost with a hint of mockery. She was obviously well fed and exuded a sense of satisfaction. She retorted, "You are doing this kind of thing in my territory now, and now you are saying such things. Aren't you also taking advantage of your master's indifference and meddling in other people's affairs?"

"So what if it is? So what if it isn't?" Gongsun Wuyin lowered his head and played with the bamboo flute. His fingers rolled the flute back and forth like a child playing with a toy.

The charming posture, childish movements, and the clear and cold voice as if she were a banished immortal, Yin Ji, a woman, also made him unconsciously attracted to her and his breathing stagnated. He just wanted to tear off his clothes and be swept up in the red waves with him.

"You miss your daughter and your husband, and you are still planning for those two people even after your death. I don't care about these things. The only thing is that you can't betray your master, and I won't give you this opportunity. Do you understand?" Gongsun Wuyin's words were both a way of winning over and a threat.

He tolerated Yin Ji's entanglement with her husband and daughter, but he was also afraid that she would stab his master in the back because of anyone or anything.

"You don't need to remind me of these things. I know what to do." Yin Ji turned her head away with a strange tone. Gongsun Wuyin didn't look up, so he didn't see that her face turned red with shame. She felt ashamed and angry for her loss of composure under Gongsun Wuyin's unconscious seduction just now.

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In the illusion, the late autumn wind broke the yellow dead leaves, leaving behind a bleak scene. The deserted red walls and pavilions were filled with broken walls and piled up dust, as if it was the lonely years that had accumulated but no one cared about.

The wind blew up the fallen leaves in front of the yard, and they rose and fell like a dying struggle, but they could never return to the branches. They could only keep silent and fall lonely until the cold wind blew and they fell asleep in the snow in the dead of winter.

The deserted red door was half-open, moss was scattered under the stone steps, and an old rusty iron lock locked the loneliness inside.

The prince's wedding procession marched along the long street in a lively manner. Countless people stepped on the dead leaves in front of the door and talked about the romantic affairs of the nobles. They passed by like flowing clouds, leaving no trace of excitement in the dilapidated buildings and deserted courtyards.

No one cares, no one remembers, that in this gate tower locked with an iron lock, there is a person who counts the night watches one after another, guards the days and months one after another, and records the years one after another.

"The prince is getting married, and there is such a lively orchestra." The thin young man knelt under the withered old tree, looking up at the one-foot square sky. His face was extremely pale, and even though he didn't make any expression, the corners of his mouth drooped miserably.

The sound of stringed instruments was long and noisy in his ears, and his face showed a kind of loneliness that was heartbreaking. He reached out and picked up a withered leaf, holding it in his palm and looking at it, muttering softly to himself: "He is the prince, then what am I? Is this a joke..."

"Father, I was once the crown prince, but you seemed dissatisfied." He kept his head down and muttered to himself. He looked like he was crazy. Tears kept falling, and his voice was choked even though he tried his best to suppress it. "No one seemed satisfied..."

"Even if I am your child too?"

"I was never happy, but you never cared, just like them."

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