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

Chapter 197 Witchcraft: Paper-cutting for adults, Yan Yu's crazy fans
After thinking about it, Yan Huan decided not to contact Er Zhuang in a hurry. He wanted to go to the Magic City to find out the situation first.

That night, Yan Huan and her aunt Yan Fei quickly finalized the plan and decided to set off immediately without waiting for any rest.

Yan Huan had just subdued the Five Ghosts, and seeing that his aunt was worried, he decided to use the Five Ghosts' ability to carry things and rush to the Demon City at night.

In the backyard of the Yan family, the bamboo forest is dark and deep, and the surroundings are quiet and silent.

Yan Huan called out softly, and Zhang Wu, who was beating the gongs and drums, immediately emerged from the shadows.

With his appearance, the darkness in the bamboo forest seemed to come alive, like a thick fog that slowly spread and swallowed up all the light around it.

Then, four ghosts jumped out from the darkness, carrying a sedan chair. Their feet did not touch the ground, but stepped on the cold wind with steady and swift steps.

Seeing this scene, Yan Fei couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's only been half a month, Xiao Huan, you have collected so many ghosts again?"

Yan Huan smiled awkwardly, "I'm lucky, someone brought it to my door."

"Aunt, please get in the sedan chair."

As soon as Yan Huan waved her hand, Dou Ren immediately bent down, used his back as a step, and respectfully welcomed Yan Fei into the sedan chair.

Yan Fei hesitated for a moment, but finally stepped on Dou Ren's back and sat lightly on the sedan chair.

Yan Huan soon got on the sedan chair as well. As soon as it stabilized, the four ghosts immediately exerted their strength, a cold wind suddenly arose, and the sedan chair flew rapidly in the air.

Along the way, the surrounding scenes passed by quickly like flowing light and flying shadows, but the footsteps of the four ghosts never fell into the lights, and they always moved through the cracks in the darkness.

Five ghosts moving things, traveling a thousand miles at night!
It is about 700 kilometers from Nanchang to Shanghai. The five ghosts tried their best and finally arrived at the vicinity of Shanghai Theatre Academy at around two o'clock in the morning.

The night in Shanghai is deep, and the streets are sparsely lit. Occasionally, a vehicle passes by, leaving a trail of light and shadow. The buildings of the Shanghai Theatre Academy appear somewhat quiet and mysterious under the dim street lights. The shadows of the trees are swaying in the campus, and occasionally soft and beautiful voices can be heard.

Yan Yu is now famous and no longer lives on campus. Instead, she has purchased a house in a community not far away.

However, as the Cao Meng incident escalated, the residence is no longer secret, and fans often go there to check in, and even wait there in groups.

"It's so late, Xiaoyu should have already fallen asleep. Let's find a place to rest first and then go look for her tomorrow." Yan Fei suggested. Even so, she was still worried and her eyes kept glancing to the northwest, feeling uneasy.

"Okay." Yan Huan responded, as if he had realized something, and closed his eyes, carefully sensing the surrounding atmosphere.

There was a faint smell of witchcraft around the school, the scent was vague and not very clear.

"The scent of the elves is very faint. It has been integrated with the Qi of a living person... What kind of witchcraft is this?"

Yan Huan had doubts in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

He kept his position for the time being and stayed in the hotel with Yan Fei, waiting to see what happened next.

Yan Huan was lying on the spacious and comfortable bed, but his mind was still thinking about the strange Qi.

However, when he was about to close his eyes, the tip of his nose suddenly moved, and the familiar breath appeared again, and it was more obvious than before.

Yan Huan placed his arms under his head, his eyes wandering across the ceiling and then onto the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"You followed me?"

Yan Huan did not show any abnormality. He held his breath and waited quietly, wanting to see what the other party's intentions were.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the French window in the room, "Click, click."

The sound was clear and rhythmic, as if someone was tapping the glass with their knuckles.

Yan Huan tilted her head slightly and looked at everything behind the curtains.

However, he did not see any human figures flapping their wings - this was of course because he was currently on the sixteenth floor, a height far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Yan Huan walked lightly and slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window without making any sound.

He carefully extended his palm to the gap in the curtains, slowly opened a corner, and revealed a narrow line of sight. When the scene outside the window came into view, Yan Huan's heart tightened. He saw two figures leaning against the glass of the French window.

However, they were not ordinary "people". Their bodies were as thin as paper, their skin was grayish white, and their shapes were extremely strange. They were actually little people made of origami!

Their movements were stiff and mechanical. Every time their arms were raised and lowered, there was a chilling "click" sound, like a clown with broken bones performing a weird one-man show on a silent stage.

The two paper figures had almost expressionless faces, with only two small black holes where their eyes should be, revealing a hollow and cold feeling.

They all looked up, as if they had noticed Yan Huan's gaze, and their black hole-like eyes suddenly looked in his direction.

Yan Huan swallowed his saliva.

Cutting people out of paper is not considered a sophisticated form of witchcraft.

But that face covered with dead person's makeup and the mechanical and clumsy movements almost made Yan Huan feel like she was going to have the Happy Beans effect.

Upon seeing this, Yan Huan used the Flowing Golden Escape Technique. A beam of golden light penetrated the glass and condensed into shape in the sky outside the sixteenth floor.

"Don't break the furniture for the boss, come on."

Yan Huan had green feathers on his back, and his wings fluttered gently behind him as he hovered in the air.

The two paper figures suddenly seemed to be enraged. They twisted their bodies and rushed towards Yan Huan at an extremely fast speed. Their paper fingers became slender and sharp, and they made sharp "whooshing" sounds in the air like blades.

The flat body of the paper man rolled rapidly in the air, and the sharp paper claws on both hands rushed straight towards Yan Huan's head and heart with a kind of desperate madness and malice.

"Youguang." Yan Huan's heart trembled, his eyes became cold, and he said softly, "Jihuo."

As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of blazing flame ignited in his palm. The Qi quickly condensed, and the flame instantly expanded, turning into a blazing beam of light like a fire dragon, hitting the two paper figures rushing up.

"boom--"

The flames engulfed the two paper figures.

Their originally hideous paper bodies quickly burned in the flames, and their frantic flapping movements paused in mid-air. Their tragic struggle lasted only a few seconds before they were devoured by the flames and turned into countless tiny ashes, which drifted away in the night sky with the wind and disappeared without a trace.

The object it possessed was crushed to dust, but the spirit that had been transformed by the breath of a living person survived.

Yan Huan reached out and the butterfly-like thing landed in his palm.

"With such a small spirit, even the Ten Thousand Souls Banner cannot protect it. Take me to your master before you perish."

The tiny glimmers of light dissipated in the air, turning into a dark river of light, floating lightly towards the northwest sky.

Yan Huan flapped his wings and his figure flew away along with the river of light.

In a dilapidated basement in Qingdu Yayuan, Gongshui City, the green light of the emergency exit sign shines brightly on the corridor in front of the door. The environment is dark and depressing, and there is a sour and rotten smell everywhere.

One person put down his scissors and took the origami of various shapes on the table into his arms.

"Qiao Mei, why is it that someone always stops us from loving each other?"

"Just wait a little longer, it will be soon, I will pick you up right away."

He turned on the lights in the basement, and the light of the incandescent lamp quickly filled the small space. The walls of the room were covered with candid photos of Yan Yu taken from different angles.

Directly opposite the man was a blackboard covered with characters, and in the center was a set of costume drama photos of Yan Yu that had been leaked during filming.

Next to the photo is a paper figure he cut out of colorful paper, which looks a bit like the person in the photo.

"Sister Qiao." The man muttered.

The life-sized paper figure's hollowed-out lips and teeth touched each other up and down, tearing the corners of its mouth, "Gongjin..."

(End of this chapter)