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

Chapter 218: The Road to Heaven and the Five Elements Mask

During this dinner, Yan Huan felt like a storm was about to come.

All forces are ready to take action.

But what he wanted was peace and quiet. These trivial matters of the world had nothing to do with a small witch like him.

Instead of worrying about the behind-the-scenes plots, it is better to focus on eating. If nothing else, the hot pot and Northeastern iron pot stew taste pretty good.

Knowing Yan Huan's attitude, Na Ru Hu did not ask any more questions, and the dinner was just an ordinary welcoming banquet.

Yan Huan's face didn't even turn red after he finished drinking half of the wine. During this time, he used the Five Elements Contemplation Method to secretly explore the tiger-like Qi.

It turned out that in addition to having a thick sea of ​​Qi, this hero's Qi movements were also clean and efficient. His Qi did not undergo too many complicated changes in order to adapt to the techniques.

This made Yan Huan wonder, one of the "two heroes", Ding Shiman, practiced hundreds of skills, and this Ru Hu could be following the path of "one force defeats ten skills"?

Moreover, although this horizontal training kung fu has been improved by himself, the changes in physical characteristics have not been restrained. It is still much inferior to the horizontal training method of Overlord Xiang Yu and Thirteen Guardians Li Cunxiao that Sister Qingming had taught before.

After three rounds of drinks, everyone was almost drunk.

Yan Huan had no intention of getting involved in the affairs of the circle, which was equivalent to being cut off from the relationship network of Guan and Na.

As soon as the drinking party was over, Deng Youcai started shouting "Change the scene!"
This gave Yan Huan an opportunity. Ten months ago, he was drunk by this kid and knocked down at the table. He still remembered the grudge clearly.

We moved from the restaurant to the roadside stall and had another round of drinks.

But more than half an hour later, Yan Huan just ate the skewers and looked at the two Deng brothers under the table.

“If the great witches in ancient times knew that you used the essence of the five elements to cheat in drinking, they would probably be so angry that they would come alive.” Jin Jing Qingming appeared beside him with his arms folded, shaking his head helplessly.

"It's okay, sister. This is what it means to live a peaceful life."

Yan Huan ordered a bottle of beer and started drinking it.

Exhaling a breath of white air, he looked towards the block. On the cold winter night in Changchun, a few roadside stalls looked particularly lonely on the quiet street, and the street lights emitted a faint light in the cold air.

Wisps of smoke were wafting in front of the kebab stall, rising into the night. The aroma of the kebabs filled the air, mixed with the rich flavor of oden. However, there were only a handful of customers sitting on the stools next to the stall, and only the occasional passerby would stop and take a look at the stall.

The big-headed ghost came out at some point, held a half-cup of white wine in both hands, took a sip, and fell down heavily due to the spiciness.

"The wine in the past was not as strong as it is now. Not to mention you, Datou, even if Taibai were still alive, he would be in trouble if he drank a few sips."

While still joking, Yan Huan's phone suddenly received a voice call.

The name "Er Zhuang" appeared on the screen, which made him stunned for a moment.

"Why are you contacting me now? Is there something wrong with your health?" Yan Huan asked after answering the call. A mature and seductive voice came from the other end.

"No, I'm in good health. I can even speak fluently. Don't you think about how I've been through these past few years? I just need to rest for a day."

There was a hint of fatigue in Er Zhuang's voice, but overall, he sounded strong and vigorous.

"Would you like to come to my place tomorrow? I have prepared all the information for you."

"I owe you such a big favor. If I don't pay it back soon, I'll always feel uncomfortable."

"You said it as if I were going to do something to you." Yan Huan said helplessly, and agreed to the matter. "Then I'll go over there tomorrow. You're the only one missing."

After hanging up the phone, he hurriedly sent the drunk Deng brothers back home, and he chose a hotel to stay in and went to bed early.

The next day, Yan Huan came to the laboratory. Without Er Zhuang, the key factor, this place was not closed to people and was almost adjusted to a semi-open level.

Compared to the previous darkness, the laboratory is now as bright as day. The strong light shines throughout the room, making the originally gloomy atmosphere clear and bright.

Erzhuang has sorted out all the information, and the desk is piled with documents and electronic equipment.

"Take a look. This is a video that we specially commissioned the Meteorological Bureau to retrieve and then restored. There are parts in it that are difficult to understand with common sense, so this video material has been sealed."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Huan immediately had a bad feeling in his heart. Not to mention that the imaging equipment could not capture the elves, the camera technology of the 1980s and 1990s alone could not leave a clear and recognizable picture.

"Don't worry. You may not believe in the technology at that time, but you cannot not believe in me." Er Zhuang patted his chest and said confidently.

"I have done a simulation restoration for you and compared it with the original video. You can take a look."

Er Zhuang turned the computer and the video screen appeared.

In the picture, a strong storm tore through the sky, leaving a huge crack, as if tearing the pulse of the world. The dark clouds spun violently in the rolling wind, forming a vortex, gradually swallowing up the surrounding light.

Strong winds brought with them wind and snow, tornadoes penetrated the sky and earth, and the center of the storm was like a bottomless black hole, sucking in everything between heaven and earth. Gradually, the dust on the ground was rolled up, and a suffocating sandstorm enveloped the entire scene.

There were lightning and thunder in the sky, with loud noises continuously. Lightning streaked through the dark clouds, creating a scene like hell.

The space between heaven and earth was oppressed to the point of being almost distorted.

Halfway through, Yan Huan suddenly looked up and asked, "You haven't processed these images artistically, have you?"

"No, the original video is on another computer." Er Zhuang replied.

Yan Huan turned his head and saw that the picture was gray and he couldn't make out what it was.

"I collected all the information about everything in the Northeast, blurred and distorted it, and then selected the things that were closest to the original video based on the deformation, to complete the entire scene in it."

"Snowstorm, thunder, black clouds, tornadoes, yellow sand...it turns out that they are all strange phenomena of heaven and earth."

Yan Huan frowned and scanned every detail nervously. At this moment, his gaze suddenly stopped at the edge of the storm, where there were two blurry figures standing and leaning on each other.

The raging wind and flying dust made the two figures extremely conspicuous.

"At that time, surveillance coverage was not as extensive as it is now, but this video was taken from an uninhabited valley more than ten miles outside Nanyu Village. I think it has something to do with your parents." Er Zhuang was still explaining patiently beside him.

Yan Huan stared at the screen, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

My father Feng Yunyi offended many sects when he was collecting elves in the early years. Although he was often defeated, he managed to escape successfully every time. It seems that he must be a first-class escape technique.

If it's an ordinary storm, it won't be difficult for my parents to avoid it, unless...

Unless they never wanted to escape.

Yan Huan rubbed his forehead with mixed feelings. What on earth could have attracted these two elders to the point where they were willing to give up their lives and even abandon their underage son?

"Calm down, calm down!"

Yan Huan kept repeating in his mind that his whole family were witches, so he had to think from the witches' level.

One sky, one earth...
A tornado that spans the sky and the earth!

“Could this be a road to heaven?” Yan Huan stared at the screen. In the dark storm, a group of colorful mosaics suddenly flashed.

"Er Zhuang, what is this?" Yan Huan pointed over.

"It's a collection of various colors. I pieced together a lot of things and found that such colorful creatures can basically not maintain their original appearance in the strong wind."

"But if it is something created by magic, then it is hard to say. Considering your parents' previous backgrounds, I have guessed what it is, but after all, I am not familiar with the ways of witches, so I did not include it in the list."

Er Zhuang pouted and frowned, then shrugged helplessly.

"Did you guess it was a mask?" Yan Huan asked.

"Eh?" Er Zhuang was stunned. "Yeah, you thought of it too."

"That's right." Yan Huan thought, "It's the Five Elements Godhead that my mother has been researching."

(End of this chapter)