Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 1 My life is like walking on thin ice

Northeast, Nanyu Village, heavy snow.

It was freezing cold, with a raging snowstorm and few people on the road. Suddenly, there was a rapid knock on Yan Huan's tightly closed wooden door.

Yan Huan's heart suddenly sank and he shrank into the quilt.

"Master! Master Yan, my child is possessed by evil spirits, please open the door!"

Yan Huan climbed down from the kang reluctantly and stopped behind the door.

clap clap clap!
Slapping his face, he rubbed away the stiff and numb expression and lifted the crossbar stuck behind the door.

Outside the door was a woman holding a child in her arms. She was covered in snow and her dry yellow hair was disheveled in the cold wind.

"Master Yan, my child...can you take a look at her? Is she possessed by an evil spirit?"

The little girl curled up in the quilt, her face flushed and her body sweating.

"Aunt Hu, the child has a fever. You need to see a doctor. I only have a few cold medicine pills here. How about taking them for now?" Yan Huan opened the cupboard and took out a small brown glass bottle.

"The doctor came over here and asked me to come and see you."

A sallow and skinny hand grabbed Yan Huan's cotton-padded jacket, and the girl under the quilt coughed heavily several times.

Looking at the rosy, sickly face, Yan Huan sighed and shook his head helplessly.

He opened the window, took out some wild wormwood that had been dried in the summer, put it in the brazier and lit it.

The air was filled with smoke and the aroma of mugwort, and the dark and cold little mud house became a little warmer.

Afterwards, Yan Huan burned a piece of paper to exorcise evil spirits, dipped the ashes into the cold water in the blue and white porcelain bowl, rubbed them evenly, and then put two fingers together and slid them across the back of the girl's neck.

After searching in the window for a while, he stuffed a brocade bag made of red cloth into the girl's arms.

"Aunt Hu, go to Old Liu's house at the east end of the village and buy some yellow paper. Go back and fold the paper into a fan shape and clean the house from front to back. From 9 to 11 pm, take it outside the door and light it. When you're done, sprinkle some grains behind the door and on both sides of the windowsill. If that doesn't work, light some wild wormwood in the house. That's about it."

The woman was stunned. "Master Yan, aren't you from the Liangshan lineage in Sichuan? But you are using the exorcism method from East China!"

"Aunt Hu, you seem to know a lot about these things?"

"Ah..." The woman glanced to the side and said guiltily, "My ancestors also came from there..."

Yan Huan kept silent and raised her hand to touch the girl's forehead. The temperature was still hot, but her heavy breathing, which was full of suffocation, had stopped.

"Aunt Hu, that's enough. You've been watching me for three years. It's time to stop. If I really had some witchcraft, how could I have hidden it so neatly for three years?"

"Forget about torturing me, but why are you letting the child suffer? Even if you don't feel sorry for him, I do!"

Yan Huan wrapped the talisman bag tightly and tidied up the bedding for the girl.

The woman lowered her head and brows and was silent for a long time.

She picked up the baby girl and nodded to Yan Huan, "Thank you, Master."

"Your Ma Xian'er is more professional than me in exorcism, so I won't say more. As for whether I have any connection with the Liangshan shamans, your boss won't listen to my one-sided story, so I'll trouble you to tell him what to think."

Yan Huan didn't even turn his head and added some firewood to the bottom of the kang.

The woman's figure gradually became blurred in the wind and snow. Yan Huan closed the door, shivered with cold, and quickly crawled back into bed.

In such heavy snow, people really cannot survive without their kang and homes.

Crackling, crackling...

There were a few explosions from the burning firewood, and my body warmed up and I felt lazy.

As soon as my consciousness became hazy, memories came flooding back. It has been more than ten years since I came into this world.

In his previous life, he died in a simple car accident. He did not leave any evidence after his death. He deleted everything that should be deleted from his phone before he died. Yan Huan is now from Liangshan. He moved to the northeast with his father in his early years and settled down in this remote village. His parents passed away early, leaving no property except some complicated witchcraft books.

Although he was poor and destitute, fortunately he was alone and had nothing to worry about. He didn't have to take any responsibility for anything, so his life was manageable.

Just when Yan Huan thought that this kind of poor and dull life could continue forever, the witchcraft books left by his parents directly shattered his peaceful mood.

Several secret letters hidden in the books mentioned the words "Feng Tian Yang" and "Ju Ling Qian Jiang" in a concealed manner, and even some ancient books were methods of refining Qi themselves.

Yan Huan suddenly realized that this was the world of "Under One Person".

After realizing this, he burned his parents' hidden treasure on the spot.

The aftermath of the Jiashen Rebellion is still there decades later. The Eight Unusual Techniques are methods of causing chaos. How can you allow yourself to be infected with such deadly stuff?

In Yan Huan's opinion, it is extremely foolish and stupid to try to get involved in those tricks that can deceive people.

"I'm being stupid!"

Yan Huan bit her fingers. She lost three years of freedom. It was all her own fault. She couldn't blame anyone else.

Just because he was born in Liangshan, he was destined to be associated with Feng Tianyang. Moreover, his parents were well-known local shamans when they were alive, so it was normal for him to be targeted by the Northeastern Ma Xian lineage.

A sorcerer who is suspected of having the ability to capture spirits ran to the territory of the Ma Xian lineage. This is essentially no different from throwing furniture into a pile of Jackie Chan.

"The future is so bleak!" Yan Huan covered his face with his hands and rolled himself up in the quilt.

He succeeded in deciphering the secret code in the classics, and obtained the power of "Capture the Spirits and Dispatch the Generals", and was indeed targeted by the Chu Ma lineage.

If I have to say regret, there is one thing, but it’s not all regret.

During these three years, I really had no freedom. People watched me while I ate, slept, took a shower, and even went to the toilet. I had no privacy for three whole years.

There aren’t many good things that happened after practicing “Binding the Spirits and Sending the Generals”, but they do exist.

At least Yan Huan fulfilled one-fifth of his parents' last wishes and comforted their spirits in heaven.

"Do you think that doing this will dissuade them from doing this?" A clear female voice was heard in the darkness.

A rabbit with fur as white as snow jumped onto the kang and lay down next to Yan Huan.

"They've been messing with the baby to test me. If I don't make myself clear, I'm afraid they'll do something weird to me next time."

Just as Yan Huan was about to touch the white rabbit, the rabbit leaped into the air and transformed into a beautiful woman in white.

The last wish of Yan Huan's parents was naturally not a simple technique like "capturing spirits and sending generals", but the dream of all the wizards in the world - the essence of the five elements.

What is before your eyes is the golden essence of the five elements.

The essence of gold is called Qingming, which looks like a white rabbit. It is translucent and can transform into a beauty in white.

Thinking back to the past, Yan Huan went to Changbai Mountain alone and waited on the snow-capped mountain for seven days before he received a glance from Qingming.

"Sister Qingming, my life has been like walking on thin ice. Do you think I can walk out of the Maxian family compound?"

Regarding the protagonist, I saw some people talking about it in the comments section, so I’ll explain it briefly.

The protagonist’s name, ability setting, and early elves are all borrowed from Mr. Mi Er’s 9981.

Yan Huan, the king of witches, is the reincarnation of Mr. Shuijing (Sima Hui).

The essence of the five elements, the five elements added to the body, plus the eight deceitful gods, rejecting spirits and condemning generals (but will not use the spirit-subduing method - because it will be beaten into a red-name monster by the elves and wizards, and it will also pollute the purity of the soul).

Also, please read it, my dears! Thank you!

PS: If you like evil protagonists, please stop here. This book is not within your reading preferences. Life is not easy and reading is for fun. Let’s not make each other feel upset.

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