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

Chapter 252: Meeting of the Eight Fraudulent Gods

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When Zhao Fangxu saw the devil in the world, his first reaction was the trouble-making "Quan Xing".

But once there is chaos in the circle, the stable situation will be broken, and Zhao Fangxu naturally does not want this to happen.

Normally, killing a few Quan Xing thieves would be enough for fun, but from what Yan Huan said, that was the time to eliminate the demons!

What is swing?
When something crushes you with such force and without mercy, that's what we call a "swing".

According to legend, Zhang Sanfeng went down the mountain to gain experience and fight against demons for a decade. He killed so many evil demons at that time that there was a big gap in the inheritance of the evil ways. For more than two hundred years, the evil ways did not flourish.

Yan Huan had an idea. Once the killing started, all of Xing would have a common enemy. Then they would stick together to resist the enemy. Then the entire world of strange people would be involved in a bloody storm.

"Xiao Huan, young people should not be too impetuous." Zhao Fangxu said in a friendly manner, "The company still has to consider many things. We can't give you any loopholes in this regard, otherwise it will be difficult to handle."

"They are just a bunch of troublemakers. Why do you care about them?"

"Troublemaker?" Yan Huan was puzzled for a moment, then explained, "I'm not talking about Quan Xing. I'm talking about some foreign alien forces that have infiltrated our territory, or the troublemakers that have not yet been eradicated in the war."

"Does Mr. Zhao know Fan Sasa Ruyi?"

Zhao Fangxu paused, "The Iisasa family is indeed a famous family, but it's a pity that some of them have evil intentions. However, for a nation that dares not face up to its history and crimes, I don't have any illusions about how conscious most of them are."

"The kid from the Iizasa family fell into your hands?"

"It's already hanging on the tree." Yan Huan said lightly.

"..." Zhao Fangxu was silent for a moment, "I remember he didn't come to Zhongxing to set up a Taoist temple, why did he go to Wudang Mountain?"

Yan Huan told him the whole story. Zhao Fangxu frowned, with a look of displeasure on his face.

The amiable look of an old man in his twilight years was also filled with a gloomy and dead silence.

"So it's this 'devil'... Then just go ahead and do it. If there's anything you do secretly, the company will cover it for you."

"As for the human supplies you want...after all, we cannot treat them as our compatriots, and their life and death are not restricted by the company's rules. If you want them, you need to make proper arrangements for their afterlife."

"I'll handle it cleanly." Yan Huan's voice came from the other end of the line.

"Okay, I'll give in on the company's side." Zhao Fangxu responded. There was no reason not to remove some hidden thorns hidden in hidden corners.

The "quality improvement" activities held by the company some time ago have had little effect, and more efforts are needed.

When he thought of this, Zhao Fangxu felt overwhelmed.

How could he not know that there were traitors and hostile forces infiltrating the company? However, the aliens had many tricks and new and strange tricks emerged one after another, making it extremely difficult to catch the traitor.

If there were a more advanced technique that could modify cognition, then this traitor probably wouldn't even realize that he was a traitor.

"Hmm... now that I think about it, I'm not a traitor, right?" Zhao Fangxu was stunned, and the thought was horrifying.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao." Yan Huan waited for the other party to hang up before putting the phone back.

Iisasa Ruyi, who was hanging on a plant on the cliff, gasped heavily and struggled hard.

Without magical tools like the Devouring Sac, it would be difficult to capture a living person, and he needed to be kept as a consumable for the magic, so Yan Huan healed some of his injuries and then waved his hand casually. A green vine emerged from the mountain, carrying red fruits on its top, and came out.

“Don’t die.” After saying that, a figure quickly entered the sky and the clouds and mist obscured the figure.

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Deep in Yan Huan's soul, there was chaos and darkness all around, with no boundaries and no distinction between up and down, left and right.

After the accumulation of the five elements, the resilience of the soul was greatly enhanced, and the upper limit of the eight deceitful gods was also raised. When Xuanwu entered his own aura, Yan Huan did not feel the slightest unnecessary fatigue.

In the darkness, a golden vertical pupil opened, and the white-skinned black-striped tiger walked towards the black snake carrying the turtle in a cat-like manner. In the midst of the solemnity, there was an even more sinister and evil black scale.

Tsk!
Xuanwu sighed lightly, and when his figure officially settled in the soul, only a long and narrow neck of the black tortoise was raised high, and the glans had been cut off by a knife, and black smoke kept billowing from the severed head.

"Forehead···"

"I underestimated this kid." Xuanwu said lightly.

Half an hour ago, he said he came in to see if he could mobilize Yan Huan's stealing, raping, and lusting nature, but as soon as he entered the soul, the two Eight Deceitful Gods who lived here frightened Xuanwu.

The white tiger looked weak, as if it had been sleeping for a long time and had just woken up, and its strength had not yet fully recovered.

But the snake coiled behind him had shiny scales, pure yin energy, and was quite evil, obviously having been nurtured for a long time.

It was only after seeing this scene that Xuanwu realized that Yan Huan’s words “I will definitely kill him without mercy” were not a joke.

"How about it? Is my kid's character to your liking?" The Teng Snake twisted its long body and crawled in the darkness.

"Ah..." Xuanwu responded in a low voice, "He has no evil thoughts, and is not involved in any conspiracy. He is sincere and honest. He is a rare good seedling. With time, he will become a great man."

After saying this, Xuanwu recalled Zhang Sanfeng's ascension to heaven and sighed heavily.

"What is going on..."

Xuanwu could no longer tell whether he was attracted by Yan Huan's character and surrendered to her sincerely, or whether he was frightened by the two Eight Deceitful Gods sealed and nurtured in his soul.

As the God of Taotuo who is in charge of conspiracies and plots, no spirit beast knows one fact better than him - in the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy or trick is useless.

The most brilliant game of strategy often uses the simplest and most direct method - killing!

After all, if the person who caused the problem is gone, the problem will naturally be solved.

Unclear and unclear is the Xuanwu.

Although it is difficult to figure out the reason for the energy entering your body, you should just accept it as it comes and maintain a good relationship with the "roommate" deep in your soul.

"What dynasty is it now, and who is the emperor?" Xuanwu started the conversation casually.

The Teng Snake gave him a faint look, then turned around and left.

The white tiger licked the fur on its paw and straightened its body proudly, "It's for China, the people are the masters of the country."

"what?"

"If you have any other questions, just ask." The white tiger raised its head higher. "Spiritual beasts like us who have been sleeping for hundreds or thousands of years must learn to keep pace with the times, otherwise we will easily be eliminated by the times."

"But we have three Eight Fraud Gods, so we can play Landlord. If we get one more, we can play Mahjong."

"Ah?" Xuanwu's tone was full of confusion. How could so many things evolve in just six or seven hundred years?
I don’t understand, I don’t understand at all.

"Judging from your condition, you must have been sleeping for more than a thousand years. How come what you have seen and heard are far beyond mine?" Xuanwu asked puzzledly.

"Humph." Baihu snorted coldly, "It was taught by the Teng Snake Cult."

The black tortoise carried the snake on its back, which wrapped tighter around its back.

No wonder the Teng Snake seemed so indifferent, it turned out that he had said many things before.

(End of this chapter)