The years I was in the human world

What Xiao Fengzhuo said was not groundless, so Gongsun Wuyin did not refute it. Once the divine bone came into the world, the alliance between the Ghost Mansion, Zhongting, and the Demon Clan was tacitly broken. No matter whether it was to repair the immortal formation or to create a god, using the Nine-Directions Killing Formation to weaken the power of the Ghost Mansion would be a good thing for the other two parties.

Lu Zhouxue guessed more from what the two said. He felt something was a little strange. Xiao Fengzhuo and Gongsun Wuyin could find him. Maybe his whereabouts were not as secret as he thought. But on the other hand, why could this Nine-sided Killing Formation trap them together just when they met Gongsun Wuyin? If it was too early, he and Xiao Fengzhuo would still be in the Backtracking Realm; if it was too late, Gongsun Wuyin would have taken them away.

Just as Xiao Fengzhuo said, dying in the Nine Directions Killing Formation, the dead energy transformed can be used to nourish the Immortal Formation. Gongsun Wuyin and Xiao Fengzhuo are both excellent nutrients. Thinking of this, Lu Zhouxue looked at Gongsun Wuyin and said, "You came to arrest me, it should be the Ghost King's secret order, right?"

Lu Zhouxue is very smart, and the other two are naturally not fools. When they heard his words, they naturally thought of the same thing. Xiao Fengzhuo's cultivation was not good, and he broke out from the demon clan. It was understandable that someone was following him. But since Gongsun Wuyin was doing things under the orders of the Ghost King, he naturally acted in secret and could not attract attention. But now that the Nine-Direction Killing Formation had been opened by someone, it was obviously aimed at the three of them. Who would believe that there was no trick?

"It's not that complicated." Xiao Fengzhuo recalled Qi Nankuo's plan to dig out his demon core a hundred years ago. He spat out a mouthful of blood that gushed out of his throat and actually smiled. Then he looked at Gongsun Wuyin meaningfully, "It's nothing more than being abandoned because it has no use value. Now that the divine bone is here, the restoration of the Immortal Formation has reached a critical period. Perhaps the three-party cooperation will continue, and you and I are both abandoned pawns sacrificed to the formation."

If not, Gongsun Wuyin was originally an ordinary sexy ghost, why did the Ghost King support him so much? Perhaps it was all premeditated. Lu Zhouxue thought so, but she remembered the situation in the Ghost Mansion when the Ghost King only protected the former, and she felt inexplicably complicated. Who could have thought of this?

"But these are just guesses." Gongsun Wuyin's expression faded, not wanting to dwell on it any more. As for what exactly he was thinking, perhaps only he knew. "Whether it's a conspiracy or abandoning a pawn, these are not what we need to consider right now. Let's break the formation first."

"The Nine-Directions Killing Formation is ferocious, but this formation is incomplete. In addition, it has been modified to cooperate with the repair of the Immortal Formation. In order to ensure that some people can enter, a way of life is left. But this life is not that life. It is the 'life' of reincarnation. One must die first to obtain it. Only when life and death are combined can there be hope of survival." Gongsun Wuyin said.

He glanced at Xiao Fengzhuo, who was half dead leaning against Lu Zhouxue, paused, and added: "He should be dead now, but because his cultivation is still deep, he did not die immediately under the Nine Directions Killing Formation. It is the moment of life and death. As long as he finds the Death Gate, he can leave from here."

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"Trouble, we're back again, do you know the direction?" When the two men and the ghost came back for the third time after leaving the ruined temple, Lu Zhouxue couldn't help but ask Gongsun Wuyin. At this moment, he didn't have time to care about the fact that the other party came to arrest him. Xiao Fengzhuo was being robbed of his vitality all the time by the Nine Directions Killing Formation, and he was already unconscious on his back. If he delayed any further, he would surely die of exhaustion.

Gongsun Wuyin glanced at Xiao Fengzhuo on Lu Zhouxue's back, took out a stack of yellow paper from his wide sleeves and threw it into the air, saying, "Go."

The yellow paper spontaneously combusted without fire and turned into a flaming phoenix in an instant. The bright yellow flames reflected Gongsun Wuyin's feminine face, which made Lu Zhouxue see some divinity in her. She did not look like an evil ghost with many evil deeds and karma on her hands, but rather like a banished immortal under the bright moon.

"You—" Lu Zhouxue suddenly had a thought in his mind. He had just started to speak when he was interrupted by Gongsun Wuyin: "The old site of the Immortal Country has no sun or moon, so there are many evil spirits. Something has come over, no less than three hundred, and they are dead things. You two are on your own."

Gongsun Wuyin is an evil ghost, so he is naturally not afraid of those things. Although he led the way, he did not intend to solve the trouble for the other two. After giving a hint, he disappeared somewhere and hid silently. Fortunately, Lu Zhouxue never counted on him. He raised Mu Cangshan on the spot, but now he was restrained by the Broken Heart Gu and could only barely stay around Xiao Fengzhuo. He could no longer sweep away everything in his path like before.

Lu Zhouxue had thought about avoiding it, but that thing blocked their path and there was no way to avoid it. In addition, there were so many of them that it was not certain that they could be avoided. After settling Xiao Fengzhuo, he controlled the Tianbai silk in his fingertips and blocked in front of Xiao Fengzhuo, holding his breath and waiting for the thing Gongsun Wuyin had said to arrive.

Soon, in the darkness ahead, blood-stained, intestines exposed, and rotten corpses appeared one after another. Most of them were still wearing tattered armor. They must be soldiers who died in the battle. Seeing Lu Zhouxue, the zombies did not roar, but pounced on the two of them swiftly. The air was filled with the smell of blood.

Lu Zhouxue's eyes shone, and the white silk of the sky twitched rapidly, blocking the sharp claws stretched out by the zombies, and flames splashed for a moment. Gongsun Wuyin, who was hiding, naturally could not sit idly by as he wished. The zombies could also see him, and were even more enthusiastic about attacking him.

Gongsun Wuyin didn't have a sharp weapon like Tianbaisi, but he didn't show any signs of weakness even with a folding fan in his hand. The crisscrossing Tianbaisi suddenly became dense, and the sharp threads like blades cut a zombie into pieces, including skin and bones. Gongsun Wuyin hit the zombie's knee joint with his fan, and in the blink of an eye, a rain of broken corpses fell from above. He pulled his green clothes over his head and rolled them up, wrapped up all the corpses and threw them aside.

"Mr. Fenghuang, although you and I are not friends, why would you want to blow me to pieces for personal revenge?" Gongsun Wuyin chopped off the head of a zombie with his fan, and then closed the fan and touched the forehead of another zombie. He tilted his head to look at Lu Zhouxue, who happened to have chosen the same zombie as him, "We shouldn't have a deep hatred, right?"

"Sorry, mistake." Lu Zhouxue said insincerely. The next moment, the corpse's body was cut into pieces by the Tianbai silk, and its head was knocked away by Gongsun Wuyin's fan. It was a real separation of body and head. When Gongsun Wuyin stopped, Lu Zhouxue glanced at the fan in his hand, and a doubt unconsciously arose in his heart. It seemed that the first two times he saw Gongsun Wuyin, the weapon in his hand was still the bamboo flute.

Although the beautiful ghost used a bamboo flute at that time, he was a genuine practitioner of magic. Now, he swung the folding fan decisively and fiercely, with some shadow of swordsmanship.

Once doubts arise in one's heart, many things become suspicious. While Lu Zhouxue was speeding up to strangle the zombies, he pretended to be casual and asked Gongsun Wuyin: "What does the 'All living beings must die' on your fan mean?"

"That's a strange question." Gongsun Wuyin didn't seem to notice, or he never tried to hide it. He knocked off another head with his fan. When he turned around to change his target, he briefly met Lu Zhouxue's eyes, but quickly looked away. He also explained to Lu Zhouxue, "All living things must die, and after death they must return to the earth. This is called a ghost. Why, is Mr. Fenghuang still interested in my fan?"

Lu Zhouxue took a deep breath. He felt that he might be a little crazy, otherwise why would he be so uneasy because of a fan.

"Did Fenghuang remember anything?" Gongsun Wuyin was very comfortable dealing with the zombies, so he naturally had time to chat with Lu Zhouxue. He squinted at Lu Zhouxue, who had a stern face and didn't want to pay attention to him, and a light laugh escaped from his throat, "You don't want to say it, but your expression doesn't look like that."

After Lu Zhouxue dealt with the last zombie, he turned back and evacuated the Mu Cang Mountain around Xiao Fengzhuo. He turned his head and looked at Gongsun Wuyin blankly and said, "Why do you have such an expression on my face?" It is true that he could never remain calm when it came to that person's affairs, but he also knew that he was not yet capable of showing his emotions to that extent.

“Maybe it’s a pity.” Gongsun Wuyin’s smile faded. He turned his head away from Lu Zhouxue’s eyes and stared at the thick black clouds in the sky. His tone was vague, as if he meant something, “Just like those infatuated people who can’t get what they want, you spend your whole life chasing after something that is a joke in the end. The loneliness, hope, and timidity on your face are the same as those of many people I’ve met.”

"Of course, I am no exception. No one is immune. The moonlight is still the same as before, but the person in front of me is not the one I love." Gongsun Wuyin admitted his embarrassment frankly, but I don't know whether he was talking about being sacrificed as an abandoned child or something else. He paused for a moment, and suddenly turned to look at Lu Zhouxue, with genuine confusion and puzzlement on his face, "Then, Lu Zhouxue, why do you regret it?"

Gongsun Wuyin's tone sounded like pure curiosity, but the doubt on his face was so serious. Lu Zhouxue didn't need to say much to Gongsun Wuyin, but he was speechless. Why did he regret it? He couldn't get the moonlight in his heart, and he couldn't see it in life or death. Everything was like him, but nothing was like him.

"Do you also have someone you want but cannot get?" Gongsun Wuyin seemed not to notice Lu Zhouxue's embarrassment and kept asking. Lu Zhouxue was annoyed by his questions and naturally did not pay attention to the word "also" in the latter's words.

"It seems that it has nothing to do with you whether Mianmian loves someone or not." Xiao Fengzhuo, who was lying on Lu Zhouxue's back, suddenly woke up, but his face was not very good, pale and he spoke weakly, but at least he was conscious. He hugged Lu Zhouxue's neck, leaned on the latter's shoulder, lowered his voice and said to Lu Zhouxue softly, "Mianmian, I will give you my heart, okay?"

Lu Zhouxue's eyebrows twitched, and his heart suddenly felt tight and uncomfortable. He could probably guess the meaning of Xiao Fengzhuo's words. He was definitely not flirting, so he was panic-stricken. He was about to refuse without thinking, but suddenly the sound of horse hooves interrupted their conversation.

The headless general, wearing armor and holding heavy weapons, rode on a bronze horse. Soldiers holding spears were lined up in front of him, blocking the way of the three men. There were several bloody human heads hanging on the neck of the headless general's horse. They were not trophies obtained from fighting on the battlefield, but from massacres - the four bandits who had escaped from the ruined temple earlier, and presumably the other evil spirits had also met with accidents.

Lu Zhouxue looked at the group of ghost soldiers and generals who came with ill intentions, and without wasting any words, he controlled the Tianbai silk with his fingertips and attacked the leading general. However, unlike the chopping of melons and vegetables he had just used to deal with the zombies, the Tianbai silk was extremely fast and was bounced away by the headless general with his sword. After several moves, he couldn't get close to him. This meant he had met a tough opponent, Lu Zhouxue thought, and wanted to attack again.

Gongsun Wuyin raised his hand to stop him, staring at the headless general in front of him and said, "The heroic spirits of the Southern Dynasty who died in battle in the past have all arrived. It seems that you are also a participant in today's situation. Is that right, Lin Xiyang?"

"The divine bone has been unearthed, the seal of immortality has been revealed, and the whole world is chasing for it. Why not let me compete for it?" A haggard man walked out in the pitch-dark night. He was thinner than when Lu Zhouxue saw him in the ghost house before, almost skin and bones, with sunken eye sockets, and skinny arms empty in the wide sleeves of his robe. When the cold wind blew, the white clothes hanging on his body fluttered like a spirit flag, and the ghostly aura filled the sky.

"I was wondering who leaked my whereabouts. It turns out you are the one behind it." Gongsun Wuyin sneered, without any kindness to Lin Xiyang. He did not blame Lin Xiyang for anything. The Ghost Mansion did not value loyalty and integrity. It was normal for someone to turn the tables on him after he had fallen into a trap. However, he still had to say something sarcastic, "You are so untrustworthy, no wonder your junior brother doesn't want you anymore."

"Whatever you say." Lin Xiyang's face was extremely scary now, like an evil ghost, and his voice was rough and unpleasant. He drew the long sword at his waist, and the tip of the sword dropped to the ground, as if he had no intention of attacking immediately. "Gongsun Wuyin, if the Ghost King cared about you, he would not have called you here today."

Lin Xiyang didn't have time to argue with Gongsun Wuyin about whether he was pitiful or not. This sentence was just a revenge for the latter's words "Junior brother doesn't want you". As he said this, he started to make sword moves on the spot. Wherever the sword pointed, wind and clouds surged, and every sword strike was majestic. Even though he looked like a demon now, Chunhui Jun was still the Chunhui Jun of the past. His sword dance was the best in the world, and the dark clouds covering the sky seemed to have dissipated a lot.

"What does he want to do?" Lu Zhouxue asked. Lin Xiyang's sword dance was beautiful, but that didn't mean it could cover up the crack that was gradually torn open in the air as he danced with the sword. The crack became bigger and bigger, and finally formed a huge gap, as if something was about to come out of it.

"Dancing in front of the Northern Army? It seems that this Chunhui Jun is not simple either." Xiao Fengzhuo whispered on Lu Zhouxue's shoulder. The latter tilted his head slightly and uttered a very light "Huh?", obviously confused. Xiao Fengzhuo sighed and couldn't help but sighed: "Mianmian, how come you don't know anything."