The years I was in the human world

The moon was rising over the mountain, casting a cold and lonely scene. The night was thick, and the withered walls and courtyards were covered with bloodstains. The wind was filled with blood, carrying sand and wind over the motionless bodies of the evil spirits in the courtyard. The cold light of the knife, interweaving with the moonlight, outlined a scene of blood and flesh flying all over the room and corpses everywhere.

The once majestic door lintel collapsed and shattered, and the three characters "Phoenix Tower" on the plaque that fell to the ground were vaguely visible. The dead silence and despair after the massacre filled the air, and everything was as sudden as a sudden disaster.

A white ghost stepped over the glazed tiles on the eaves, and fell into the darkness of the night under the bleak moonlight. Yaoguang stood in the crowd in a panic, spitting out a mouthful of blood foam, and asked in a hoarse voice: "You raided Zhongting, are you going to openly break the agreement?"

"Wasn't it Zhongting who was the first to break the contract?" A light laugh came from the wind, and the howling of ghosts suddenly stopped. Half of the ghost's face was annihilated in the darkness, and the face could not be seen clearly. "The God Bone has just been born, and it is so impatient to cut off its relationship with us. The drama of crossing the river and destroying the bridge, you guys in Zhongting are always good at it."

The evil ghost waved a fan carelessly in his hand. The fan had an ink-colored frame and a frosty white surface. On it were written in wild cursive script the four scarlet characters "All living things must die". He glanced at everyone in the court with arrogance and contempt, and sighed, "Then, it all depends on your ability."

The ghost's dark lips were stiffly smiling, his pale face looked as if half of it had been cut off, and the ominous white tassels on his ears fluttered in the wind. Yaoguang looked at his face and suddenly widened her eyes. She thought of the guy who she had only heard of but never seen - the Ghost King...

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Lu Zhouxue and Wei Ruge were packed up and taken to the ghost palace by the sexy ghost. Gongsun Wuyin asked Liuhua to take good care of them, and he went to pay a visit to the Ghost King first. The palace where the Ghost King had always worshipped devoutly in the past was now closed, with only a little ghost kneeling at the door.

"Is the master not here?" Gongsun Wuyin asked the little ghost. He came to return the Phoenix Spirit Seal. It was only with the help of this thing that he was able to easily control Lu Zhouxue. Now that the mission was completed, it was natural for him to return the thing. His king would not be suspicious, but he wanted to avoid this possibility.

"His Highness has taken people to the Central Court earlier." The little ghost replied, "He told you that if you come back, all matters in the Ghost Mansion will be handled by you alone."

"Master went to Zhongting? Alone?" Gongsun Wuyin frowned. A place like Zhongting, although not a dangerous place, was definitely not a place that could be easily entered or exited. The Ghost King went there alone, not to mention taking his men with him. If something went wrong...

"And Master Lin." said the little ghost.

"Master Lin..." Gongsun Wuyin's confident voice suddenly lowered. He lowered his head and thought about something. After a moment, he raised his head and looked a little bitter, but soon returned to his usual calmness, "Did the master say when he would be back?"

"He has gone to the demon tribe and will not be back for a few days." A man wearing a Prajna mask walked in from outside. He was skinny and his clothes were white, like a funeral. His hair was empty under his sleeves. He handed the sack in his hand to Gongsun Wuyin and said without any emotion, "He asked me to give this thing to you to deal with."

Gongsun Wuyin took the sack and opened it. Inside was a little girl who knew nothing about anything. She was Zhu Huang Yuzhao's daughter, Kong Que.

"Is it the master's intention or yours?" Gongsun Wuyin looked at the man and said, it was useless for the Ghost King to bring the peacock back. The only one who had a reason to do so was the man in front of him. "If it was the master's intention, this girl would most likely become an evil ghost like us."

"Consider it as I owe him a favor." The man took off the Prajna mask on his face, and the blank face in front of Lu Zhouxue and Wei Ruge now had facial features. It should have been a face that could make girls fall in love with him, but now it was pale and thin, more like a demon than Gongsun Wuyin, with dark eyeballs like stagnant water, and the whole person looked gloomy. The wrist bones that were placed on the hilt of the sword were protruding, exuding a desperate and dead air.

If Xiao Fengzhuo were here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this half-human, half-ghost swordsman in white was none other than Baili Changqing's former favorite student - Lin Xiyang.

"Just right, you, come here." The ghost pointed at the little ghost kneeling in front of the palace gate, took the little girl out of the sack and handed it to it, saying, "Send it to Liu Hua, and ask him to lock this girl up with the two people he captured today."

The little ghost took the order and went down with Kongque. However, Lin Xiyang was puzzled and asked, "Who did you bring back?"

He knew that Liuhua was ordered by the Ghost King to do something in the Cangwu Plain. When he came back from Zhongting, he went there secretly and saw Lu Zhouxue and his master's new disciple there. Then he came back. Could it be that the Ghost King wanted Liuhua to do was to bring Lu Zhouxue back?

"Xue Feng, plus Wei Ruge." Gongsun Wuyin did not hide it. After all, his master trusted Lin Xiyang. No matter what selfish motives his subordinates had, they should not go against his will. "You two are from the same sect after all."

"Wei Ruge..." Lin Xiyang muttered softly, but shook his head, as if he was talking to himself, or to the ghost, "They were expelled from the sect a long time ago, how can they be considered fellow disciples? Where are they? I want to go and see."

"Take Young Master Lin there." Gongsun Wuyin said to the little ghost. Lin Xiyang followed the little ghost. Gongsun Wuyin stood blankly outside the palace door for a long time, and then looked at the tightly closed palace door. This palace is not the ghost king's bedroom, but a god is enshrined in it, and the ghost king stays here the longest.

Gongsun Wuyin was silent for a moment, and finally pushed open the door of the palace. The aroma of burning incense wafted in her face. When she raised her eyes, Yan Gui could see the angry-haired statue of the god on the shrine in the center. The lights were on all the time, and green smoke was curling up. In this ghost palace, it seemed like a real temple.

The King of Ghosts respected the gods, so Yan Gui also kowtowed devoutly. He knelt down on the cold bricks and stones, but was thinking, the Wuxian people created gods in an attempt to restore the glory of their clan, and Zhongting longed to ascend to heaven, so what exactly did his master want to do?

Gongsun Wuyin got up from the ground, took a stick of incense and lit it like the Ghost King had done before, raised his hands flat between his eyebrows, closed his eyes and prayed: God in the hall who looks down on the world, if you can listen to the world for a moment, please let his master get what he wants.

The ghost king wanted to revive the dead gods, and although he never said it, Yan Gui could guess it. Gongsun Wuyin inserted the burning incense in his hand into the incense burner and raised his eyes inadvertently. At this time, the evening breeze blew away the curtain covering the statue. Yan Gui saw the statue's eyebrows and eyes clearly. In an instant, his eyes widened slightly...

Wei Ruge and Lu Zhouxue were placed in a side room by Liu Hua, but they were not treated harshly. Perhaps because Wei Ruge had taught them a lesson, Liu Hua only placed a ban on Lu Zhouxue to lock her in the room, while Wei Ruge was hung upside down on the beam like a dumpling with a rope.

Lu Zhouxue wanted to untie him, but Gongsun Wuyin had used some unknown method and he couldn't use any spiritual power at all. He also didn't dare to use his divine power to untie Wei Ruge's rope, for fear of accidentally hurting him, so he had to let the young man suffer.

Wei Ruge was hanging on the beam, but there was a look of surprise in his eyes, as if to say, can such a thing also trap him? Then he tried to struggle, but failed at first, and he looked even more surprised, and then he pinched a seal where Lu Zhouxue couldn't see, and the immortal rope on his body fell off instantly, and he landed steadily in front of Lu Zhouxue.

Before Lu Zhouxue could say anything, the tightly closed door opened, and a thin man stood outside. Seeing Wei Ruge break free from the Immortal Binding Rope, the man raised his eyebrows, his expression was lively, but the emotion in his dark eyes was still dead: "It seems that I don't need to untie you."

"Who are you?" Lu Zhouxue looked at Lin Xiyang with some caution. The man in front of him was so thin that he looked like a living ghost, especially his eyes. The emotions in them were so heavy that even he, a god who had lived for tens of thousands of years, felt suffocated for no reason.

Lin Xiyang walked into the room, turned around and closed the door, then sat down at the table. He looked at Wei Ruge who was standing by with his arms folded and watching coldly: "You don't even recognize me, Junior Brother?"

Previously, Xiao Fengzhuo told Lu Zhouxue that Wei Ruge was the disciple accepted by Baili Changqing after Lin Xiyang was expelled from the sect, and most of the people in Zhongting also believed so. Baili Changqing was extremely disappointed with his eldest disciple's betrayal of his master and ancestors, so he accepted Wei Ruge as his younger disciple.

However, the fact was that Wei Ruge was picked up by Lin Xiyang, who taught him well for several years. He was going to accept him as his disciple after his fifteenth birthday. But later, Lin Xiyang got into trouble, and Baili Changqing took care of his eldest disciple's funeral, so he took the undisciplined Wei Ruge as his disciple, and Lin Xiyang, the original master, became his senior brother.

But outsiders had no idea about these things, and Lu Zhouxue was the same, so he looked at the skinny man sitting there with some doubt and said hesitantly: "Are you... Chunhui Jun Lin Xiyang?"

Chunhuijun? Wei Ruge looked at Lin Xiyang in front of him with great interest. Chun means the cycle of seasons and the continuation of life, and Hui means brightness and illumination. It is really strange that such a name full of new life and hope is so lifeless.

"It's me." Lin Xiyang nodded. His attitude towards Lu Zhouxue was much colder. He had already learned the ins and outs of Zhu Huang's Nirvana from the Ghost King, and naturally he was also clear about the relationship between Lu Zhouxue and Yu Zhao. He was not as confused as Baili Changqing, and he did not feel resentment for Lu Zhouxue replacing Yu Zhao. When he looked at Lu Zhouxue at this moment, there was regret for losing his junior sister in his eyes, but more of it was strangeness and alienation.

"I know you, too, the Snow Phoenix of Nirvana." Before Lu Zhouxue could say anything, Lin Xiyang spoke first, "Although you two are the continuation of the bloodline inheritance, you are not my junior sister anymore. Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble because of this."

Hearing him say this, Lu Zhouxue felt a little relieved. It seemed that no one cared about Yu Zhao, but when a person died, all the relationships involved came to the fore, causing Lu Zhouxue a lot of trouble. He was very tired from dealing with them over and over again.

"Junior brother, we haven't seen each other for a hundred years. Don't you have anything you want to say to me?" Lin Xiyang's gaze fell on Wei Ruge again. This was the child he picked up personally and raised with great effort and care. Although they are now brothers in name, they get along more like master and apprentice when they get along with each other.

"Senior Brother?" Wei Ruge's tone rose. He still stood there not too solemnly. His attitude did not seem like a long-awaited reunion, but rather like the first time he met Lin Xiyang. Lu Zhouxue couldn't help but frowned, but did not point it out.

Lin Xiyang had not seen Wei Ruge for a hundred years. The latter had now reached the Nascent Soul stage. Although he was still as reckless as he was back then, he was no longer the same as he remembered. Naturally, he could not notice that Wei Ruge treated him inappropriately. He just thought that it was because they had been apart for too long and time had diluted his memory.

Lin Xiyang didn't care. He forced a smile and motioned Wei Ruge to come over. The latter raised his eyebrows and said, "The masked ghost in the Cangwuye Inn, was that you?"

"It's me." Lin Xiyang didn't expect Wei Ruge to recognize him at the first sight. He thought that his master must have taught him very well. Gongsun Wuyin said that Wei Ruge's swordsmanship even beat Liu Hua. "Master taught you very well."

Wei Ruge just smiled and didn't respond. He looked at Lu Zhouxue and winked at the latter. Lu Zhouxue understood and interrupted Lin Xiyang's wandering thoughts: "You know about the ghost den, Zhongting, Wuxian people and the demon clan joining forces to smelt the divine bone, right?"

"Of course." Lin Xiyang nodded, but then he made it clear that he would not reveal any secrets to Lu Zhouxue, "I know everything, but don't try to ask anything from me. I have an agreement with the Ghost King and I won't tell you."

"Even if the matter of creating gods is related to you and Baili Changqing, and even directly caused the death of Zhu Huang Yuzhao, you insist on doing so?" Lu Zhouxue said slowly. In Zhu Huang Yuzhao's memory, the senior brother Lin Xiyang was gentle and strong. Every time Yuzhao got into trouble, it was him who protected him. He was not a brother, but better than a brother. He didn't believe that he would still be so indifferent after knowing the truth about the death of his junior sister.

However, Lu Zhouxue made a mistake. Lin Xiyang looked at him with his eyes as still as a pool of water without any emotion, and said slowly: "I know."

Lin Xiyang paused, as if afraid that Lu Zhouxue didn't understand what he meant, and added: "I know everything you said, whether it was Yu Zhao's death or Li Lanyin's death, I know everything, but I still say that I won't say anything."

"Even if she is you--" Lu Zhouxue said with some disbelief. He originally wanted to use the matter of Yu Zhao to ask about the details of the summoning of the gods. As for Lin Xiyang's attitude towards Yu Zhao, it had nothing to do with him and he didn't need to care.

But for some reason, it might be that he had developed ties to the world after being a human for a few days, or it might be that his mortal body had extra emotions and desires that it shouldn't have, or maybe it was because an evil spirit had arisen in his heart. Whatever the reason, he seemed to be no longer the same person he used to be. He even developed empathy for other people's joys and sorrows, and he was obviously unaware of it.