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

Chapter 12: Driving corpses in Xiangxi, the Liu family traitor

Yan Huan followed the smell of blood and came to an extremely hidden cave. The entrance of the cave was filled with water from the melted snow, and there was a crystal clear ice waterfall hanging above it.

"Those who can live here are definitely not ordinary people."

A trace of Qi passed through Yan Huan's fingertips and touched the thick ice layer of the ice waterfall. In an instant, complex and disordered fragments shattered in the ice, and bright ice crystals flashed in the air.

The icefall was broken, but at the rate at which the snow was melting, it would soon be covered with ice again on the second night after the day.

Yan Huan walked a few steps and found that the evil aura here was extremely heavy. Although there was no wind blowing through the cave, the chill penetrated the bone marrow through the military green coat.

"Strange peaks and deep caves, no sunlight, strong yin energy..."

Yan Huan knew a little bit about the art of Qimen. He drew a few strokes on the palm of his hand and barely determined the layout of this place. Among the eight gates, this one was the Death Gate.

The Death Gate is located in the southwest of Kun Palace and belongs to the earth element. It is opposite to the Life Gate in Gen Palace and is one of the three evil gates. It is not conducive to auspicious events and is only suitable for hanging, funerals, executions, wars, and hunting and killing animals.

Yan Huan frowned. No matter who the owner of the cave was, this person must have learned some miscellaneous magic.

Going further, we found several stone pits dug out from the hard, solid, and cold mountain.

Yan Huan counted them and found that there were exactly eight, not one missing.

The stone pit was filled with broken soil that had been scooped up from somewhere unknown. Dirty blood adhered to the surface of the soil and had not yet dried and solidified in the low temperature. The bloody smell that Yan Huan smelled came from here.

Yan Huan half-knelt on the ground, brushed off the sticky and wet soil, and dug up the soil of the stone pit closest to him.

He slowly cleared the dirt around him. Suddenly, the outline of a human face gradually emerged in the sticky mud. The eyes, which had not yet closed, were staring straight up at the top of the cave.

The worst guess came true.

"It's not a good habit to take other people's things without permission." A deep and vicissitudes voice came from the depths of the cave.

Three blue ghost lights lit up the darkness, and a middle-aged man with pale skin walked out from the ghost lights, followed by two zombies wrapped in bandages.

"The corpse refining technique of Yesao Mountain, plus the corpse-driving method, I really don't know whether you are a Taoist priest or a person from Xiangxi." Yan Huan closed the eyes of the corpse.

"You know quite a lot. Are you also an alien?"

"Liu family?" Unable to tell where the man came from, Yan Huan asked tentatively.

Unexpectedly, the man controlling the zombies suddenly became furious.

"Don't mention the Liu family to me! They are a bunch of self-satisfied cowards. Do they deserve the surname Liu? "Liu Quansheng, a corpse-carrying clan from western Hunan, shouted.

"You are an idiot who dares not change because of the environment. Sooner or later, your corpse-driving skills will be destroyed by those old immortals."

"I understand." Yan Huan stood up.

The times have changed.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the public security environment improved, burial was gradually banned after the change of customs, and there were fewer opportunities to deal with corpses. Most of the younger generations of the Liu family were unsuccessful in practicing the family's inherited methods, and the corpse-driving tradition in Xiangxi gradually declined.

Perhaps because he was neglected in the circle of extraordinary people, the young man from the Liu family began to explore the evil path and took the path of corpse refining - since there were no corpses available in the world, he would refine them himself.

"My fellow Liu, since you say you are more worthy of the surname 'Liu', do you know what corpse-driving is?"

Liu Quansheng was stunned. "What? An outsider like you wants to give me some advice?"

"Corpse-driving is also called 'moving the spirits', which is a kind of corpse logistics. But the original intention of your ancestors' corpse-driving in Xiangxi was to send the bodies of the deceased back to their hometowns for burial, so that the living relatives and friends could meet the deceased to say goodbye and pray for their souls to be reborn."

"The first corpse drivers were not very proficient in the use of Qi, so they could only drive those who missed their homeland, hook their souls with Qi, and take them over mountains and across rivers."

"Heh." Liu Quansheng scratched his ear with his little finger. He was already tired of listening to the history of the corpse-driving tradition.

Rather than this history that had been told so many times in the family, he was more curious about why a young outsider knew so much.

"You killed eight innocent people for this 'spell' that can help you accumulate good karma. I think you are the coward and the fool."

Yan Huan brushed off the dirt on his hands and took a step forward. "You said I'm a coward?"

"Going with the flow, for the sake of the existing peace and order, he was able to face the cessation of his family's methods. This shows the courage of the old man of the Liu family. Besides, you are not a coward. Why did you choose to refine corpses in Changbai Mountain where so many spirits gather?"

Yan Huan spread his hands and said, "If you have the ability, you can go to Wudang Mountain or Longhu Mountain. The strength of the zombies with alien bodies should be far greater than these passers-by."

"Why are you here? Because the spirits don't care about you. If you're not a coward, what are you?"

"Fuck you!" Liu Quansheng gritted his teeth in hatred.

He chose Changbai Mountain because it was snowy and cold, and it was easier for negative energy to accumulate in the deep caves. But when Yan Huan retorted, he couldn't refute it.

Anyone in the world of extraordinary people, unless they are completely crazy or an idiot who has been kicked by a donkey, will know the importance of Wudang Mountain and Longhu Mountain.

"you wanna die!"

Liu Quansheng picked up the lantern on the damp ground, and the ghost fire floating beside him drifted in and lit it up.

"When Yin people are on the road, Yang people should avoid them. If there is a collision, all kinds of disasters will happen! Talisman, release!"

After he finished speaking, the talismans on the foreheads of the two mummies beside him burned to ashes and began to move stiffly.

Liu Quansheng took a step forward, and a faint blue glow illuminated Yan Huan's face.

At this time, he had not yet freed himself from the fox spirit, and his charming face was exposed in the dim light.

The corpse driver was stunned, "Damn, what a charming face!"

Even men almost fall in love at first sight.

“Don’t tear this body apart. This guy is an alien. Even if his fate is yang, I have to refine him into a corpse.”

As the blue lantern was raised, two zombies attacked at high speed.

The opponent was an alien, so Liu Quansheng did not hold back any strength when he attacked, and even burned the Chenzhou talisman used to drive the zombies.

Two pairs of arms opened left and right and pierced Yan Huan's chest directly. The surface of the zombie's arms was rotten, but they were actually as hard as steel. With a pull back and forth, Yan Huan's body was annihilated like a broken shadow.

"Is he an incompetent person who talks big?" Liu Quansheng was stunned.

"I wanted to keep my body intact, but I overestimated this guy..."

thump!
thump!
Before he finished his words, the two zombies suddenly broke into pieces, scattering into scattered pieces of body parts all over the ground.

"I thought the Qi-refined corpses were very hard, and I wanted to keep them intact, but I overestimated their toughness." Yan Huan appeared behind Liu Quansheng, holding a broken long blade condensed from golden sand.

“My corpse...Ahhh! My treasures!” Liu Quansheng collapsed to the ground, “Why? Why are you all trying to get in my way?!”

Seeing that he was defeated, the traitor from the Liu family in western Hunan did not lose his temper.

"Aren't we all extraordinary people? We know and feel Qi, and we are superior to others! Why are you trying to ruin my good deeds for a few people you don't even know?!"

"You're right." Yan Huan nodded.

"Hmm?" Liu Quansheng's brain froze. "Then... then what do you mean?"

"I'm going to let you go."

"Why...why?"

Yan Huan walked back to the cave entrance and stared at the eight stone pits carved out of the cold mountain. It was extremely cold and gloomy here, and the evil spirit was extremely heavy. Eight people disappeared today and were buried here for only three or four hours. It was because of the accumulated resentment that it was difficult to eliminate and their souls and spirits had not yet dispersed.

"Because I am a witch, I must fully respect the wishes of the spirits. The eight of them just told me that they want to tear you apart with their own hands."

(End of this chapter)