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

Chapter 219: Burial Ground, Parents' Treasures, Ghosts and Demons

Thinking back to Yan Xuan's research on the Five Elements Godhead, Yan Huan remembered the five books left in her room before she died.

The five deities recorded therein and used for interpretation are all different in origin and status.

The father and son Li Bing who are immortal, Hua Tuo, the god of wood who is evergreen in the universe, Yue Fei, the god of gold who is sincere and upright, Sun Wukong, the six divine fire masters, and the god of Houtu.

"If the divine weapons that we researched in cooperation with Phoenix Mountain were the means my mother used to perform the role of a god, then can these five unequal divine powers really build a road to heaven?"

Yan Huan thought for a moment and decided on the answer in his mind.

difficult!
too difficult!
Putting aside the question of whether the divine mask can reach the sky, even if it can, the five unrelated divine powers cannot make the five elements accumulate and flow through as one Qi.

"Can you help me locate the location of this valley?" Yan Huan decided to go to the place where his parents disappeared.

Now it was clear what needed to be done. We had to visit the valley where our parents disappeared, study the notes left by our mother again, and maybe even communicate with the company to gain access to the secret bunker in Phoenix Mountain.

"Done!" Positioning was a piece of cake for Er Zhuang. In just a moment, the location of the valley had been transmitted to Yan Huan's mobile phone.

The valley is located on the north side of Nanyu Village. It happened to be snowing heavily, making the mountain road difficult to travel. The valley, which was already sparsely populated, was even more desolate here. The surroundings were almost pure white, so clear and bright that it didn't seem like the human world.

Yan Huan stood on the top of the mountain, and before he walked towards the valley, he felt melancholy.

To be honest, both parents and children have failed in their duties.

My parents were on their way to heaven, but they were attracted by something and left their young son behind.

I have been a son for so many years. After my birthday in March, I will be 25, and I will be almost 30 years old, but I have just found the burial place of my parents.

This can be said to be a case of people from the same family not visiting each other.

Yan Huan stood on the top of the snow-capped mountain and looked down at the valley. The rugged rocks at the bottom had lost their edges under the heavy snow.

Before he could stand up and jump down, a loud shout came from the opposite hillside.

"Douhua! Douhua is back!"

"What do you want, you naughty boy!?"

Following the sound, Yan Huan discovered that it was an old man wearing a light green cotton-padded jacket.

At the man's call, a spotted white dog with a deep chest, a thin waist and long limbs came running back from a distance.

Judging from the appearance of the dog, it should be a Chinese wolfhound, one of the ancient hunting dogs in China. It is agile, has strong explosive power and can run very fast. Some older people like to take their dogs to chase hares after a heavy snow, or simply patrol the mountains.

"You really have the leisure to run so far into the deep mountains and valleys." Yan Huan looked at the man and the dog from a distance, and casually grabbed a piece of wind rope and handed it over.

When going out, Yan Huan has to be careful about some unusual things. This has become a habit for her.

After a moment, the man's scolding voice came back.

"Douhua, you don't want to live anymore. I've told you so many times not to go down the front, but your dog brain just can't remember!"

After saying that, he tapped the dog's head gently.

The thin dog seemed to be teased and started to rub against the man's arms with joy.

"Alright, alright, we have to go back. If we go any further, something bad will happen!"

After hearing the man's words, Yan Huan immediately went down the mountain and met the man and the dog.

"Hey?"

Before Yan Huan could speak, the man was startled, waved his arms, and blocked the way up the mountain.

"You are from out of town, right?"

"Why did you come to this damn place?"

"Go down the mountain, hurry down the mountain! Something bad will happen if you go any further!" the man said in panic. The thin dog named Douhua was very happy instead, circling around Yan Huan.

"Don't make a fuss, Douhua. Don't get your clothes dirty!"

"Big brother," Yan Huan asked, "the area ahead is a protected area set up by the local government. Why can't we go forward? I heard there are a lot of rabbits around here."

"Who told you that? Go back and give him a couple of slaps in the face and see if he dares to keep talking nonsense." The man pointed behind him and said, "The bottom of this valley is a dead place."

I heard from the man that this area has no famous mountains, and it was popular in the last century because some strange phenomena occurred there. Many TV program crews and reporters came here, and even some famous professors from the scientific research team led inspections.

However, in such an area of ​​only five or six kilometers, everyone would be confused when they entered.

There is obviously no chaotic or strange terrain, but people just can't find the correct direction in it.

Later, the government intervened and processed a group of immigrants under the pretext of project development. The valley was left empty and few people were interested in it.

Only the older people remembered some of this secret story. "Brother, you are really careless. You knew about this, but you didn't even try to avoid it?" Yan Huan started chatting casually.

"Just stay at the bottom of the valley. You can try your luck outside the mountain. Few people come here, so the rabbits are fat and plump."

The man ran so far and got nothing, so he couldn't help but feel unhappy.

"Okay, then I understand. Thank you, big brother." Yan Huan said, turned and walked down the mountain. After he escaped the man's sight, he flew into the air.

Looking down at the vast land, he used his "Golden Eyes" to look towards the bottom of the valley. There was no formation laid out in the snow, and not even any remaining Qi.

Even if there were signs of spellcasting, they would have disappeared without a trace after nearly twenty years of wind and rain.

"Youguang, keep an eye on this place. If you notice anything wrong in the valley, immediately set up a fire in the air for me."

The fire spirit nodded, stepped on the flame cloud and hovered in the air.

Yan Huan flapped his wings and swooped down into the valley.

This place is open and clean, with few trees and boulders blocking the view. It is hard to imagine how someone could get lost here.

"It looks like you didn't leave anything behind..." Yan Huan muttered to himself, "You two didn't think of leaving your souls behind before you left. It would be great if I could come and pick you up now."

Yan Huan shook his head and walked forward casually.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the bottom of my heart.

"Wrong way, should go left."

Yan Huan unconsciously moved half a step to the left.

"Well, what's going on?"

Yan Huan stopped and looked back, scanning the surroundings which were all white.

After observing carefully for a while, he found that the yin energy here was extremely heavy, but it was mixed with two kinds of yin energy that were not generated by heaven and earth. In other words, there were spirits here.

"So that's how it is. In the Book of One Hundred Ghosts, there are indeed ghosts that are good at imitating human voices to confuse people."

"Don't hide, little ghost."

"Oh no, I've been discovered." A trace of evil spirit quickly fled.

"You can't leave, come quickly!" Yan Huan stretched out his hand to grab it, and the ghost quickly fell into his palm.

Yan Huan threw the black gas in his hand forward, the evil spirit dissipated, and the black mist condensed into shape.

That thing looked like a three-year-old child, with a pair of big red eyes, long pointed ears, pointed horns on the top of its head, and a black body with a red tint.

The ghost of the devil likes to imitate the voice in the human heart to confuse the world and interfere with people's decisions. It also has the ability to make people get strange diseases, but it is afraid of the sound of waist drums. The ancients often used drumming to drive away the ghost of the devil.

"I admit my defeat, I admit my defeat!"

"Anyway, you should leave as soon as possible. If you stay here for too long, there will be problems..."

"That's not right. Why are you able to 'Conscript the Spirits and Send the Generals'?!"

The monster ghost realized it later, and its big red eyes widened like red lanterns.

"Do you know 'Juhun Ling Qianjiang'?" Yan Huan felt a little curious when he heard the name of this technique from a ghost for the first time.

"Of course, my master relies on this magic to drive hundreds of ghosts and spirits... No, no, why am I telling you this? You should leave quickly. You can't stay here!"

Yan Huan narrowed his eyes slightly, "You were left behind by my father?"

"Eh?" The ghost tilted his head and looked over carefully. The person in front of him did look a bit like his master, especially the nose and red hair.

“You you you you you you you…”

The ghost suddenly became so excited that he spoke incoherently.

"Could it be that you are the young master!?"

"Oh my god, God of Hell bless you, you are safe and sound, otherwise I really don't know how to explain to my dead master!"

"Young Master, have you forgotten that I held you in my arms when you were a child?"

Wow--

The monster ghost opened its mouth wide and burst into tears.

"Brother Pipa Ghost, please show up as well. It seems that the young master is here!"

(End of this chapter)