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

Chapter 313: Ghost Thief: Waste, Dare to Learn from the "Saint Thief"

"That's all right, thank you, old master."

The Tianshi Departure is related to the secret of the Zhengyi inheritance. As long as Taiyin is not among them, the most tricky and difficult location is ruled out.

Zhang Zhiwei stroked his long beard, with a puzzled look on his face: "It's just a question? Old Tian's life and the incident behind it are not so trivial."

Yan Huan thought for a moment, then smiled and replied: "Then I will remember this slap from the old Taoist priest. If I meet someone in the future and there is something I can't handle, you can take care of him for me!"

"Then... this is also fine." Zhang Zhiwei closed his eyes and chuckled.

In this way, you are still rejecting your own return.

"It's hard to guess what Xiao Huanzi can do..."

Yan Huan bid farewell to the two men and continued walking into the mountains and forests. Without any clue as to where to go, he had no choice but to rush around like a headless fly. Every time after a chaotic and disorderly battle, "Quan Xing" who was still causing trouble would instantly stop.

Gradually, the news of the failure of the mountain attack plan spread, and people evacuated from the mountain one after another. The former chaotic Qianshan returned to silence.

Yan Huan stepped on the top of a big tree and waved the soul flag. The ghost in the flag rushed out with a whistling wind and rushed towards the dangerous mountains and waters.

The wind gradually picked up, and the endless howling drifted in the wind.

Amidst the wailing and begging for mercy, Yan Huan heard a low muttering mixed in.

"If the state of most people is called normal... then I may not be normal... Unlike most people, I don't have much reverence for life."

"This particular attitude towards life has made it impossible for me to gain a foothold in the world. Fortunately, I found a good job."

"There are always people like me in this world who don't value others and life enough. If we treat life as a game, then it will be fun only if it is fair."

"For example, when you play with other people's lives, you must also be prepared to become a plaything yourself..."

Forehead--

Yan Huan groaned helplessly for a while, took a step forward, and came to a secluded clearing in the woods.

He didn't even need to think about who said this philosophical statement about "killing". He knew who said it.

"It's you, Brother Xiao."

Xiao Zizai, who was wearing a brown coat, had red eyes and looked back at the tree trunk with lush branches and leaves.

"You look good! I knew you would be indispensable for such a lively occasion." He put away his phone and said with a smile.

"After all, the circle of extraordinary people is so small, and they tend to gather together when something happens." Yan Huan's body melted into the tree trunk, and in the blink of an eye he emerged from a wild chrysanthemum next to Xiao Zizai's feet.

Next to the tree roots opposite, there was a short-haired woman with a bloody head, Liu Man, who was known as "Quan Xing".

"Brother! I was wrong! I'm sorry! I surrender. I didn't do anything on the mountain. I just followed and made trouble!"

"Just treat me like a fart and let me go, please!"

Liu Man begged for mercy, but the two people opposite her ignored her and continued chatting as if nothing had happened.

"Uncle Dou should be here too, right?" Yan Huan asked.

Although the Luotian Dajiao in Longhu Mountain was allocated to Xu San and Xu Si in North China, Jiangxi was Dou Le's territory after all. As the person in charge of the division, there was no reason for him not to go to the scene in person when there was such a big commotion.

After saying that, Xiao Zizai turned his head and in the deep darkness of the path, Dou Le walked towards him with a cigarette in his mouth.

"It's Xiao Huan, I haven't seen you for a while..."

There have been a lot of company affairs recently, and Dou Le looks a little haggard.

Fortunately, the responsibility for the Luotian Grand Ceremony was assigned to North China, and Xu San and Xu Si took the blame for him. Otherwise, this mess of "Quan Xing" attacking the mountain would have made him even more troubled sooner or later.

"Uncle Dou, why do you look so sad?" Yan Huan's gaze was unconsciously attracted to the head with a few "weeds".

If I worry any more, I might not be able to keep the few remaining strands of hair.

"Everything is not peaceful lately..."

Dou Le took a puff of cigarette, and the smoke spread in the air with a sense of melancholy.

Some small sects in the east China have been in close contact recently. If the company wants to plan a way out for the inheritance of its sect, it has to control the development standards.

Dou Le saw that Zhao Fangxu wanted to incorporate it into the company as a new force to balance the remaining few major forces, but some trivial matters in the development fell on the local branch.

In addition, the seven regions became six regions, and Liao Zhong, the person in charge of the South China region, died. The murderer might be a temporary worker under him.

Of course, the headquarters kept Liao Zhong's death a secret, and Dou Le also asked someone inside to find out. The official news would only be passed on to the level of the regional director, and Dou Le could not tell Yan Huan about these disturbing things.

Due to the severity of the incident, the company may reform its temporary worker system.

Thinking of this, Dou Le turned to Xiao Zizai and said, "You better behave yourself recently. The higher-ups have begun to notice your uniqueness..."

"Okay!" Xiao Zizai responded, raising his palm in front of him.

boom!
That "Quan Xing" Liu Man's eyes suddenly widened, and she felt a heavy pressure coming from the sky. Her breathing instantly became rapid and intermittent, and the air was being squeezed out of her chest bit by bit.

The veins on his neck were prominent, beating violently under his skin like twisted ropes. The blood color on his face quickly faded, replaced by a cold gray tone, and every rib was emitting a clear groan...
Gradually, Liu Man died under the heavy pressure, and only a palm-shaped pit remained around him.

"Clean and neat. Just think of it as fast food." Xiao Zizai raised his glasses.

"..." Yan Huan and Dou Le looked at him at the same time and moved their distance.

Da da da!
There was a sound of hurried running coming from the path on the west side of Qianshan Mountain. The three looked and saw the injured Feng Baobao running towards them with a cell phone in his hand.

"This is...a contestant in the competition..." Xiao Zizai was about to raise his hand to say hello when Feng Baobao walked straight through the three of them.

"Huanzi, there's a super-strong fighter over there, hit his head off for me..." Feng Baobao turned around and ran backwards, pointing the way he came.

Yan Huan pointed to the dark area in the forest and said, "I'll go over and take a look."

Anyway, we all have to find the "Taiyin" of the Eight Fraudulent Gods, so everything will be done in a convenient way.

Yan Huan walked towards the deeper part of the valley. The bushes on the roadside gave way, creating an unobstructed path.

"It's a waste. Don't say that we, as the boss, don't care about the welfare of our employees."

Yan Huan flicked the spiritual flag at his waist with his fingers, and a wisp of evil spirit fell from the distance, following the darkness in the forest and chasing after it at a very fast speed.

Wow!
Not far away, startled birds flew away and the rustling sound of falling leaves was heard in the forest.

"Fierce actor" Xia Liuqing and Barron Grylls fled out of the mountain at the same time.

The muscular foreigner glanced at Old Xia while running and said jokingly, "Xia, who scared you and made you run so fast?"

There was no expression in Xia Liuqing's hollow, dark eyes. After a long moment, he responded indifferently.

"Because I don't deserve it..."

He remembered what Yan Huan said in the Yan family mansion, that he wanted to come and ask for advice.

Now he is the second best in the world, the king of witches, possessing both Taoism and magic, and the appearance of an immortal. How dare a "Quan Xing" full of evil spirit stay where he is shamelessly!
"Hahaha, Xia, you're really interesting. Not long ago you said you wanted a successor..."

Xia Liuqing shook his head. "What about you? You, a foreigner, can actually run faster than me!"

"Because it's weird, so weird! For a moment, I felt like I was surrounded by danger. No matter how hidden the surrounding environment was, it couldn't give me a sense of security." Barron said in a low voice.

"And... hm?"

The foreigner suddenly stopped and covered his chest. The next second he made a quick decision, took out the dagger from his waist and shot towards the shadow.

"What is that? Come out now!"

There was a rustling sound among the branches and leaves, and a ghost carrying the "Book of Thieves" blatantly emerged from the darkness, holding Barron's dagger between its slender fingers and tossing it up and down.

"Is this the ghost in your Eastern legends?"

"Xia, be careful! This thing almost stole my heartbeat just now."

"Hey?" Xia Liuqing took out colorful gloves, bent down and prepared to go.

"Grrrrrr!"

Not far away, the ghost who was supporting himself on one leg let out a strange laugh, and was so excited that he directly spread out the "The Thief's Book" behind him.

"Ghost Thief Xuhua, I would like to ask Mr. Barron to teach me the 'Sage Thief'."

"Hey, hey, hey! You Eastern ghosts are all so knowledgeable. You even know exactly what I am doing. Or is it that the ghost master behind this is not ordinary..."

Swish!
Barron held the two daggers in reverse, fixed his eyes on the ghost thief.

Not far away, Yan Huan was sitting on a tree, eating a ripe wild fruit.

"Taiyin didn't see it, but this thief ghost found something good."

(End of this chapter)