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

Chapter 224: Another Soul-Calling General

"Fuck you, you little bastard, you're here to curse me!" A hoarse howl came from the small courtyard surrounded by a low stone wall.

The little boy used a little witchcraft that was well-known among the shamans in Liangshan, called "beating the dog and beating the chicken."

It is to beat a living dog or chicken to death with the back of a knife, while cursing "beat the head of the Deblomo ghost", and then hang the dog or chicken's body in a place where the enemy often passes by, so that the enemy will suffer.

If you want to make the curse more powerful, you have to use sacrifices such as horses, dogs and chickens to cast it.

"Beat him to death, what a living devil." Yan Huan smiled bitterly, "What hatred or grudge?"

Hearing a roar from inside the low wall, the little boy ran away in fear.

Yan Huan saw a pair of hands like dead branches stretched out from the rubble wall and took the chicken down.

After walking around the wall, I found that there was no gate in this small courtyard. There was only a simple crossbeam made of rattan strips blocking the entrance.

In the yard was an old man wearing a tattered sheepskin coat. He was about a hundred years old, had no hair, and had clearly visible age spots on his head.

He boiled water, poured the hot water on the dead chicken, and began to pluck the chicken's feathers while sitting at the mouth of the well.

Apart from this crude hut, Yan Huan had not seen any human habitation for a long time. He could not find anyone to ask questions, so he had to avoid the crossbar blocking the way and walked into the yard.

"Alas, these kids bully me because I am old and weak." The old man sighed, and after dealing with the chicken feathers, he went to the chopping board and chopped it into meat pieces.

"Old man, the word 'powerless' has nothing to do with you at all." Yan Huan looked at the old man. Although he looked sloppy, his Qi Sea was abundant and his face was rosy.

Although he is a hundred years old, he is full of energy and does not show any signs of aging that is typical of his age.

He is an extraordinary person, and definitely a master among extraordinary people. He has honed his life skills for nearly eighty or ninety years, and his skills are so profound that Yan Huan can see it at a glance.

"Junior Yan Huan, nice to meet you, senior."

"I wonder if the senior knows where this Liangshan shaman lineage is?"

The old man who was washing the chicken pieces hesitated for a moment and raised his head.

"Is there anyone who still comes to see Liangshan shaman these days?"

"That's true. This ghost city is inaccessible to outsiders, and it's also very difficult to spread news from here." The old man muttered to himself and carried the chicken into the kitchen.

After a while, the oil in the pan became fragrant and a sizzling sound could be heard.

"He's a strange man."

Seeing that the old man had no intention of paying attention to him, Yan Huan didn't want to stay any longer, but when he turned around and was about to leave, the old man's hoarse voice rang out again.

"Since we are here, why not have a meal before leaving?"

"Every day people come to this old man's place to hang chickens and dogs. I can't even finish the food."

Da da!

A plate of garlic-mashed dog meat was placed on the small square table next to the dry well in the courtyard. The old man also brought a pot of strawberry wine he brewed himself and filled two small white porcelain cups covered with cracks.

"I am an old man with no name or surname. People here call me Lao Duo or Lao Yao. You can pick the one that sounds more familiar to you."

Yan Huan hesitated for a moment and sat down at the table.

At this time, the sound of incantation was heard again outside the low wall, still the same sentence "Hit the head of the Deblomo ghost, hit the head of the Deblomo ghost..."

After a burst of miserable dog barking died down, the body of a small black dog was seen hanging on the wall.

Yan Huan glanced outside, picked up the strawberry wine and took a sip. The wine was sweet and refreshing, and the taste was acceptable.

Lao Duo looked at Yan Huan in amazement, "These guys outside are all hoping that I will die. Don't you think that I am some kind of demon who kills people without blinking an eye? How dare you drink my wine so boldly?" "If Senior Duo was really some kind of demon, those kids wouldn't have been able to return alive so easily."

Yan Huan said this, but he relied on the Bifang that could cure all poisons to drink the wine so unscrupulously.

"You are quite flexible in your thinking."

"What do you want to do with Liangshan Shaman?"

Lao Duo started to eat the dog meat with big mouthfuls of garlic, smacking his lips as he ate with gusto.

"I got some stone inscriptions from my family, but unfortunately they were written in ancient Yi language, with runes unique to the Liangshan shaman lineage. I couldn't comprehend them, so I wanted to ask for your advice."

Lao Duo looked at Yan Huan while chewing.

"The capable shamans in Liangshan have all gone out to explore the world, leaving behind a group of old immortals and children in the mountains. I do know some people who are proficient in ancient Yi language."

"After dinner, I'll take you to see them later."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, senior." Yan Huan took the bowl and chopsticks and started to eat with relish.

"Slow down, there's no rush." ​​Lao Duo said with a smile, crossing his legs in front of the small stool.

From the moment this kid stepped through the door, he felt a sense of familiarity. The longer he looked at him, the more he thought of his grandson who had run away in anger many years ago.

After dinner, under the guidance of the old man, Yan Huan walked along a winding mountain road and came to a large open space surrounded by dangerous mountains.

This is a circle of graves with a very negative energy. Graves of all sizes are dotted in the mountain like bamboo shoots. The tombstones are built simply and hastily, with just a few words written on the wooden boards.

“Come, here are all the people who are proficient in ancient Yi language!” the old man said with a smile and waved his hand.

"Are they all dead in these graves?" Yan Huan blinked in surprise. Didn't that mean the clue was cut off from the first step?

"How and when did they die? Are there any who have just been buried?"

Yan Huan asked anxiously, if it happened that the person had died not long ago and the body was still warm, perhaps he could capture his soul and ask him some advice.

"Of course he was killed. He's been dead for decades."

Lao Duo looked at the grave, a little dazed, and kept rubbing the corners of his dry eyes.

Yan Huan stood in front of a grave. The dead hay on the mound was so high that no one knew how many meters it was.

"He killed all the sorcerers who were proficient in ancient Yi language. Could it be that he wanted to wipe out the Liangshan shaman lineage?"

Lao Duo sighed, "It is said that the human heart is like an abyss, unfathomable, and cannot be looked at~cannot be looked at!"

"Kid, when you go out, you should know that everyone in this world has become half human, half ghost. No one can get a good look if you get close. Who knows what is under the human skin?"

"I asked you to have dinner with me, an old man. You did it, so I can't break my promise."

"Come on, ask them one by one, and I will release them all."

Lao Duo opened his arms, embracing the heaven and earth, and a sinister evil wind rose up behind him. Black smoke gradually filled the entire grave circle, and above the grave, countless ghosts appeared one after another.

There is one ghost facing one grave, no more, no less.

"Come on, boy, start asking."

Yan Huan just quietly examined this rather spectacular scene and said calmly, "Detain the spirits and send the generals."

"Senior Duo, you killed all these people, right?"

(End of this chapter)