The years I was in the human world

The lights flickered in the night, and the corpse nailed to the pillar swayed in the wind. Lu Zhouxue stood under the pillar and looked up. He still remembered it. Even though he was about to forget Xiao Yueheng's face, he still remembered this tragic death.

A rusty broken sword fell to the ground with no one paying attention to it. The sharp part still reflected a cold light, indicating the glorious past it had gone through.

Lu Zhouxue quickly looked away, thinking with some self-disdain, thousands of years had passed, and he was still as cowardly as before. He didn't dare to look up any longer. He was afraid, so afraid that he couldn't face it and couldn't even lift his sword.

Suddenly, Lu Zhouxue's eyes widened in horror. Xiao Yueheng, who was supposed to be nailed to the pillar, had unexpectedly hugged his legs and knelt in front of him. If that could be considered kneeling -

The legs were broken, with bones piercing through the knees. The flesh and blood had been removed, leaving only two white leg bones with minced meat hanging on them. Further up, the abdominal cavity had disappeared, with only a bunch of straw filling up to barely support the empty skin. The face was covered in crisscrossing knife marks, completely ruining the picturesque face. The eyeballs had also been gouged out, leaving only a black eye socket, from which tears mixed with blood flowed.

As if to overturn the gentle appearance in Lu Zhouxue's memory, the evil ghost who died tragically hugged his legs and began to groan: "Sui Miao, I'm in so much pain... Sui Miao, why didn't you save me... Didn't I treat you well...?"

Lu Zhouxue looked at Xiao Yueheng's horrible face, and the memories that she had deliberately forgotten came up uncontrollably. In her mind, an unknown voice said coldly and maliciously: "Not only his eyes, but his tongue was also gouged out, his heart was made into elixirs, his internal organs were made into magical tools, his flesh and blood were all eaten up, and even his bones were melted into a curse seal to guard an area. Have you forgotten? There is actually no trace of his body left."

Suddenly, Lu Zhouxue felt an unbearable pain in his heart as if being stabbed by a knife. He stumbled and fell to the ground. Xiao Yueheng, who looked like an evil ghost, climbed up his legs with a hideous face and stretched out a pair of bloody hands to take out his heart: "Sui Miao, give me your heart, okay..."

If Xiao Yueheng can be resurrected in this way, what does it matter if his heart and bones are torn out? Lu Zhouxue thought desperately. He grabbed the hand of the evil ghost that was trying to take out his heart and was about to push him away. Unexpectedly, Xiao Yueheng, who was like an evil ghost in this illusion, was so strong that Lu Zhouxue could not push him away. The evil ghost's nails pierced through his skin and pierced into his chest, stirring in his flesh and blood.

It was very painful. Lu Zhouxue couldn't stop Xiao Yueheng, and couldn't use his spiritual power. He would either die from having his heart taken out, or kill Xiao Yueheng.

Lu Zhouxue looked at Xiao Yueheng who was dying tragically in front of him. Half of the opponent's hand had already sunk into his chest. The person in front of him was not Xiao Yueheng, so it was not that difficult to take action. He thought about it and his eyes fell on the rusty broken sword not far away. It was the only weapon.

"I'm sorry, Xuan Du." Lu Zhouxue closed his eyes sadly and made a sword gesture with his hand. If Jiang Ling or Baili Changqing could see it, they would find that it was the initial prototype of the seven-layer sword formation.

Lu Zhouxue resonated with the sword for the first time in a long time. He tried his best to suppress the trembling in the depths of his soul, trying to find the courage to conquer the world with one sword. He was once an unparalleled swordsman, he said so to himself.

The broken sword lying there made a roar, staggered but finally flew up. It had been abandoned by its owner for too long, and its broken pieces could not be repaired, so that the blade was rusted. But when the summons came, it still responded as before.

The paths along the Moon Palace are covered with thorns, and the wind is blowing sadly in the Jade Palace.

The broken sword flew over from the other side and was held in Lu Zhouxue's hand. However, the road leading to the shrine in the past was covered with thorns, and the prosperous mansions were only ruins under the biting cold wind. Even dead things were like this, let alone people?

Be it the Lu Zhouxue sword that once froze fourteen states with one sword, or the Beifeng sword that pacified the mountains and rivers for three thousand miles, none of them are the same as they used to be.

Now that he had the sword in his hand, he didn't know how to use it. He could only clumsily stab the evil spirit on his body like a country bumpkin, causing it to bleed profusely. It was not a pretty scene, so after Lu Zhouxue killed Xiao Yueheng and pushed his body away, he lay aside and began to dry heave.

He felt sick, but for himself. The malicious person in his mind started talking again: "Look, you are weak and incompetent, you can't lift a sword, but you can kill him. Why don't you dare to look? Why don't you look?"

"Shut up." Lu Zhouxue shouted hoarsely, his eyes red, not scary, but pitiful. He huddled up in a ball to avoid it. He knew that the thing he killed was not Xiao Yueheng, but it looked like that person.

"What are you running away from? Isn't it like this? Isn't it? Mortals eat his flesh, but you have never drunk his blood?" The piercing scream beside my ear became more and more arrogant. "You have never drunk it, so what's the difference between you stepping on his corpse and living a miserable life?"

Back then it was partly self-protection and partly because of Tai Huang and Ke Qin's obstruction, so he failed to save Xiao Yueheng. He was the one who killed him. He was no different from those despicable people who ate him, they were all the same, Lu Zhouxue thought with a dazed look in his eyes, his stomach seemed to be filled with Xiao Yueheng's flesh and blood, and he began to retch violently.

The illusion had already begun to collapse. Xiao Fengzhuo, who had come back to look for Lu Zhouxue, just barged in. He saw the collapsed shrine and the bloody corpse of the evil ghost, but he seemed not to see them. He half hugged and half embraced Lu Zhouxue, who was curled up like a small animal, and called him softly, "Mianmian, it's okay."

While gently patting Lu Zhouxue's trembling back and wiping the tears from his face, he said, "It's okay. It's all in the past. Don't be afraid."

Lu Zhouxue looked up at Xiao Fengzhuo with red eyes, but his vision was obviously unfocused and completely scattered. Even though he was looking at people at this moment, he still seemed absent-minded. He tightly grasped Xiao Fengzhuo's hand, his nails digging deeply into Xiao Fengzhuo's flesh, and kept talking to himself.

Xiao Fengzhuo didn't care about the slight pain caused by him pinching himself. He just held Lu Zhouxue's hand with heartache and leaned close to listen to his whispering: "So disgusting... Really so disgusting..."

The illusion of the sexy ghost evoked the most unfaceable pain in people's hearts. Xiao Fengzhuo was not surprised at how Lu Zhouxue would react. He was not even curious why Lu Zhouxue, a newborn phoenix, would have such a big reaction, such strong love and hate.

Listening to Lu Zhouxue's mumbling, Xiao Fengzhuo frowned slightly, then moved closer and asked, "What's disgusting?"

"I." Lu Zhouxue lowered her eyelashes and raised them, her overflowing tears rolling down and hitting Xiao Fengzhuo's hands. The sight of a beautiful woman shedding tears was heartbreaking. Xiao Fengzhuo was not a heartless person, he immediately bent his knuckles to wipe away Lu Zhouxue's tears, and said distressedly: "How can you be disgusting..."