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

Chapter 258: No Bullets, a Ruthless Man Who Is Not Afraid of Diarrhea
"Stop talking nonsense. Today I'll let you see that I am stronger and more powerful than our ancestors!" Old Zhang shouted angrily, and the yin energy behind him attacked like a poisonous snake, opening his mouth and biting.

Yan Huan raised his head, opened his eyes slightly, and there was a faint light in his eyes.

"You bunch of beasts, get over here now!"

Swish!
The five running ghosts changed their trajectory and were directly caught in Yan Huan's hands.

“Ancestors!?”

"what happened?"

"Come back here!"

Lao Zhang reached forward with both hands, but the ruthless ghost was not moved at all. He just stood beside Yan Huan with a ferocious face.

"You...what did you do?" Lao Zhang was originally a disciple. Having lost the support of Ling, he was so scared that he was shaking all over, as if all the strength in his body had been drained.

Yan Huan pinched Bihe Ren's evil ghost with his hand, and the human figure condensed by the black mist in his palm seemed like a beast trapped in a cage, struggling and roaring constantly.

The souls' shapes vaguely revealed a deformed and hideous appearance, their eyes were full of malice and unwillingness, but in front of Yan Huan, they seemed particularly fragile and powerless.

Yan Huan slowly raised his left hand, bent his five fingers like steel hooks, and inserted them directly into Bihe Ren's soul.

The ghost let out an indistinct and shrill scream, and the black fog rolled violently. As Yan Huan's fingers gradually tightened, he seemed to have grasped a real object, and with a sudden pull, the ghost's limbs were instantly torn off.

The arms and legs of the dark soul were torn off like a rag doll, and turned into misty fog that filled the air. The remaining spirit body twisted wildly, disintegrated, and collapsed...

"Ahhh! Stop!" Lao Zhang roared in despair and rushed forward quickly.

The next second, spikes rose from the ground and pierced the soles of his feet. Two stone pillars crossed each other on the left and right, holding him in place like a gallows.

"What's wrong? Isn't this the heroic spirit of your ancestor who has experienced many battles and whom you admire? How come he ended up in my hands like a toy that can be disassembled?"

Yan Huan grabbed the ghost's head and pulled it hard, and Bihe Ren's head was pulled out instantly.

"Tsk!" Lao Zhang gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and turned his head to the side.

Suddenly, roots as thin as silver threads covered his eye sockets, penetrated into his flesh, and stretched his eyelids up and down. A bunch of cage grass grew out of his mouth.

"Let's continue. I'll pry open his eyes and block his mouth." Bifang's voice came from Yan Huan's body.

Old Zhang's eyes were full of bloodshot, first with tears in his eyes, then bleeding.

“Mmmmm…”

Yan Huan held up the broken ghost and kneaded the remaining ones together, gathering them into strange shapes in his hands.

"You killed my compatriots and invaded my land. Let me see how fiercely the karma you beasts have ignited can ignite a flame."

Yan Huan held those ghosts tightly in his hands and threw them high into the sky. Suddenly, a stream of blazing flames spurted out from his palms, and a long red flame dragon swept out in an instant.

"As retribution for your evil deeds, your souls will be scattered."

The long dragon suddenly grew in size and turned into a pillar of fire that penetrated the sky and earth, roaring up into the sky from the mountain.

The sky was instantly illuminated by the red-pink flames, making it dazzling. The mountains, rivers, and clouds in the sky were all shrouded in this dazzling light. The flames were mixed with the shrill howls of ghosts, and continued to rise upwards with the karma fire.

The evil karma accumulated by the ghosts makes the fire grow stronger.

People at the foot of the mountain looked up into the mountain. Feng Baobao raised the brim of his hat and said softly, "It's the New Year!"

"Ah——!" The ghosts let out shrill screams, and the black mist shadows twisted and struggled wildly in the flames. The karma fire burned more and more vigorously, and the ghosts were completely messed up under the impact of the flames.

The next second, the Yin body dissipated and the black fog disappeared, until it finally turned into a wisp of green smoke and was completely annihilated into nothingness.

The sky returned to tranquility, the pillars of fire that had reached the sky disappeared without a trace, and the world became bright once again.

The souls of those Japanese invaders who survived in this world did not leave even a trace.

Old Zhang witnessed all this with a dull look in his eyes, as if his heart was crushed by something. The awe and respect he had for being so cruel was now replaced by endless emptiness and powerlessness.

Yan Huan walked forward slowly and pressed his hand on Lao Zhang's face. The cage plant rooted in his mouth withered and died, giving him the opportunity to speak.

"Kill me..."

"No hurry." Yan Huan examined the man with thick lips and narrow eyes, "I heard that you killed many of your own people."

"Those who live in the enemy's land, lose themselves, and become confused should be killed! They have never been our own people!"

"We are Bihe Ninja!" The danger lies in Shandie and the new generation of Bihe Ninja she trained. They were born and raised in China, and grew up chewing on soybean paste bones and grilled chicken racks, but they always remember who they are and what they are supposed to do.

The remaining group of people have been educated since birth to resent the land they live on and are full of hostility towards the Chinese.

Click, click!
As Yan Huan increased the force of his fingers, Lao Zhang's skull gradually shattered. Amidst a scream, he became motionless.

Aoyama Yohei, a fraudster disguised as Gao Lian, gazed at the flames rising into the sky and hurriedly quickened his pace.

Before he crossed the battlefield, his shadow began to change slowly, and a wild boar-like ghost emerged from it, along with a graceful fox-headed ghost.

"The Master hasn't said yet that you two can go down the mountain!"

"Would you two like to wait for a while, or would you like to force your way in and let me entertain you properly?"

call--

The fraudster Aoyama Yohei has discarded all his tricks, and his "Gao Lian" appearance has changed into a casual and calm old man.

"Xiaodie, I'm afraid we can't get out of this mountain."

"I told you long ago that it's time to let go of everything. This is a vengeance that can't be avenged. Isn't it good to be in a peaceful era? We can definitely take root here. Isn't that good?"

puff!

Yohei Aoyama held the dagger in reverse and stabbed Yamadera in the abdomen, taking her last breath.

"I can't take you away, and you don't want to fall into their hands, so let's just leave it like this..."

Yohei Aoyama threw away the dagger and raised his hands in surrender.

"Go and call your master over. We recognize you."

"I'm tired. I wanted to take a break a long time ago, but I didn't expect it to end like this. Killing people is really not as good as dancing... Forget it, forget it, I should have let it go a long time ago."

The fox ghost moved to the left and knelt behind the fraud master, "Master~"

Ok?
Yohei Aoyama turned his head in confusion, but the moment he turned around, he felt a sudden chill in his throat and the world in his eyes tilted.

A head rolled to the side.

The fraudster Yohei's eyes widened, and all he could see was the body of Die lying in a pool of blood. Then a headless corpse fell to the ground - it was his own body.

"I haven't put it down."

Yan Huan walked on the blood, heading towards the noisy battlefield at the foot of the mountain.

As soon as he came out of the path made by the poisonous weeds and walked among the crowd of Ninjas, Feng Baobao immediately noticed Yan Huan.

She held her gun high and rushed over with a ruthless step, leaping every two steps.

"I'm not saying that, Huanzi!"

"This thing is so useful. If I have this thing, why do I need to practice martial arts?"

"I'm out of bullets. Give me some more."

Yan Huan glanced at the magazine that Feng Baobao had opened and explained, "If we hand it over to the police, it will probably take a lot more work to explain and investigate, so I want you to ask the company to solve it..."

"The question is how do you use it yourself?"

Looking at the messy and sticking-up hair and the eyes that were restrained but revealed a bit of "great wisdom", Yan Huan slapped his forehead suddenly.

It seems to be in line with the character...
"Forget it, forget it. Just this once. It won't happen again."

Yan Huan grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground, rubbed it in his palm, and the bullets fell into the cloth bag that Feng Baobao had opened.

After loading the bullet into the gun, Feng Baobao rushed back in a hurry.

In front of the poisonous grass barrier, Tang Wenlong pinched the jagged poisonous grass leaves with his fingers and smeared them on the hidden weapon in his sleeve bit by bit.

Turning around, he saw Yan Huan and explained, "Your poison here is really good. Let me borrow it. In this situation, those idiots actually brought croton seeds with them. The toxicity is really limited."

Tang Wenlong pointed to the front and said, "Look at those guys who are holding their crotches. They have lost their dignity and are fighting us. They are ruthless people who are not afraid of being beaten. We really have no way to deal with them."

(End of this chapter)