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

Chapter 325: Grab it and refine it in an instant! Gradually fulfilling the childhood dream
"How are you still alive!?" Lao Wang's soul was floating around, and he retreated back and forth in fear, but his lower body turned into smoke and was firmly trapped in Yan Huan's hands, unable to move.

Lao Wang was scared. Perhaps from the very beginning, these guys who looked different from ordinary people had already exceeded his expectations.

"I would like to ask, how did you die?" Yan Huan pointed at the corpse hanging on the tree. The weather was hot at the moment, and although the corpse had not rotted, it attracted dense flies. It looked crowded and disgusting.

Old Wang was suddenly shocked and looked back in disbelief.

Hanging suicide?

"I committed suicide...but why did I want to die at that time?"

Lao Wang slapped his head in distress, he really couldn't understand it.

Although he had no children, he traveled far and wide in his early years and used all his means to build a rather complicated circle of interests. His life was quite comfortable and enjoyable. Unlike those oxen and horses who got up early and worked late for meager salaries, and unlike those patients suffering from serious diseases, he believed that he had no intention of being disgusted with the world.

"Since it is not my original intention, I can only start with the methods of others."

Yan Huan picked up a golden blade and cut the ropes wrapped around Lao Wang's body into pieces.

thump!
The corpse fell heavily in the middle of the yard, startling the pigs in the fence and causing them to look up.

"Ouch, don't break me, my soul is still alive, maybe I can still go back!"

After saying that, Lao Wang dragged his long tail filled with sinister energy and dived back into the corpse. However, no matter how hard he tried, the spirit just shuttled back and forth and could not possess the body at all.

"This is the first time I've seen a spirit that is so obsessed with life, holding resentment in its heart and treating it as an evil ghost." Yan Huan pulled Lao Wang back.

Lao Wang said angrily: "You are kidding me, the tea I drink costs more than 2,000 yuan for a small packet. Why should I die?"

"It's because you, a bunch of strangers, came here that strange things happened one after another!"

"Let me tell you this. There is a sequel to the previous fox fairy legend! There was a lazy man in the village who was uneducated and lazy. He went to the tomb many times to pray but to no avail. He became angry and mixed black dog blood with the sacrificial utensils returned to the tomb. Later, he even poured it directly on the tomb, causing white smoke to rise from the tomb and the fox fairy flew away!"

"After so many generations, they kindly invited her back. You outsiders who wanted to gain something for nothing must have angered the fox fairy and brought some curse, which is why floods and droughts keep happening!"

I see···
Yan Huan thought to himself, this is how ordinary people understand strange things. When they can't understand or explain them, they use myths and legends to rationalize them.

But according to Lao Wang, this tomb-guarding beast only helps poor people who are kind-hearted, hardworking and studious, and its actions are based on certain principles and morals.

"Wait a minute." Thinking of this, Yan Huan suddenly understood something. "You guys are so glorious outside, but you come back pretending to be poor. Aren't you trying to win the sympathy of the 'fox fairy' you mentioned?"

"Tsk..." Old Wang, whose thoughts were guessed, twisted his mouth.

The reason they stayed in Xiaojun Village was not only because of the "fox fairy", but also because they wanted to occupy the entire place.

The people of Xiaojun Village have lived as neighbors for decades, but the children of the political and business circles outside are eager to kill each other so that all the blessings of this place can be brought to one family.

Only now that there are more outsiders and the forces of tomb robbers and foreigners have intervened, this group of people who once held grudges against each other have come together again.

"Humanity is insatiable, and most of them are greedy." Yan Huan put his hand on Lao Wang's face.

“What…what are you going to do!?”

"When a person dies, his Qi turns to the wind and his flesh turns to mud. It's time for his soul to dissipate as well." Yan Huan's eyes glowed dimly and there was a stream of clear Qi in his mouth.

"Wait a minute, where will I go? Reincarnate... or what!?"

"Then I don't know. After all, no spirit has ever come back. If you are lucky enough to know, remember to tell me."

Arrest the spirits and dispatch the generals to break Bao Qingfeng's order!
boom!
A breath of Qi blew the evil spirit away.

After listening to Lao Wang’s description of Xiaojun Village, Yan Huan became more and more convinced that the "Nine Lands" existed in the tomb.

Yuan Shao was kind and loved his people. As the warlord who treated the people best in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, his policies were quite lenient, so much so that when he died, "all the men and women in Hebei were sad and resentful, and wept in the streets, as if they had lost their loved ones." Shao won the hearts of the people with his generosity, but unfortunately he was too multi-faceted and lacked decisiveness.

Since it is Yuan Shao's spirit, it is inevitable that it will be contaminated with some of the master's habits. It is estimated that the "Nine Lands" are continuing Yuan Shao's generosity and love for the people, even if this intention is a little foolish.

After roughly understanding the whole story of the village and the incident, Yan Huan returned to the woods.

Yang Kaiguo buried his luggage in the ground and went into battle lightly, carrying a compass and a gold-touching talisman in his hands. Behind his belt hung a corpse rope and a magical tool for starting a fire.

"Master Yan, let's get going."

Yan Huan nodded, and several people began to divide the work.

This tomb is a quicksand tomb, also known as an accumulated sand tomb. It is a type of tomb in ancient times that uses sand to fill the tomb to prevent theft. Stones will be filled in the sand to form accumulated stones and sand. When tomb robbers dig holes deep into the tomb, sand will flow in from all sides to block the holes, and stones will fall down to injure or kill the tomb robbers.

Most of the Feng Shui masters of Yang Gong's faction have the ability to walk underground, which is even more powerful than the "Earth-Walking Immortals". Naturally, these ordinary methods cannot stop the Yang family.

Yan Huan and the other two entered a cave covered by loess. Only Yun stayed outside the tomb to respond to and deal with any abnormalities outside.

Walking slowly into the ground, Yan Huan extended his perception along the ground and realized that the tunnels below were as complex and crisscrossed as an ant nest.

A damp smell hit me in the face, and the stone walls in the tomb passage were icy cold, carrying the chill of time.

As Yang Kaiguo pried open a rock wall with force, yellow sand immediately rushed in and filled the surrounding space.

"Xiao Xin, at this time, don't forget our family's inherited methods!" Yang Kaiguo reminded.

"Uh-huh..." Yang Jinxin responded hurriedly, his fingers trembling slightly with nervousness, but he immediately adjusted the condition of his skin.

As the yellow sand quickly spread up, his skin began to absorb the remaining oxygen in the surrounding area, ensuring that he could keep breathing in this enclosed environment.

Wow!
The sand was pushed aside with the efforts of the two men, and they continued to move deeper into the tomb.

After walking for a long time, they entered a damp and cold tunnel and were finally able to emerge from the sand.

Before my eyes were piles of bones, densely packed on the stone walls on both sides. The stone walls were covered with bloodstains that had long since dried up, and those deep scratches seemed to tell of the despair of the deceased in the last moments.

Several corpses that had not yet completely rotted and dried up were kneeling against the wall, with remaining muscles attached to the exposed bones, emitting a foul odor.

Yang Kaiguo narrowed his eyes and looked around gloomily, "What on earth is hidden in this place that caused so many people to die?"

Yang Jinxin half-knelt on the ground and carefully examined the bodies. He looked at the clothes on the bodies and observed the characteristics of some of the bones. He frowned and said, "These... seem to be foreigners."

Yang Kaiguo sneered, patted Yang Jinxin on the shoulder, and said, "Don't be too surprised. It's common for us to deal with those foreigners. Many of our national treasures are still in their hands and we haven't got them back yet."

"Remember, Xiao Xin, if we run into other forces later, we won't show mercy. It's a fight of life and death, and we in the Yanggong Sect don't keep idle people."

Yang Jinxin nodded solemnly. Although he was nervous and his legs were shaking unconsciously, he knew that it was not fear but an inexplicable excitement.

"Let's go." Yang Kaiguo said, and continued to move forward with Yang Jinxin, but he suddenly remembered something and turned back and shouted, "Master Yan, if we encounter some tomb-guarding beasts later, we will have to rely on you to take action."

However, no one responded from behind.

Yang Kaiguo's face suddenly changed, and he looked around in panic: "Where is Master Yan?"

“Damn! Where’s our best fighting Master Yan?” He held his head helplessly. “We just found the way to the tomb, and we lost our top expert? Could it be that the young man has a bad sense of direction and took the wrong path?”

…At the same time, Yan Huan was standing in another unfamiliar tunnel.

The surrounding stone walls were damp, and the sound of dripping water echoed in the narrow space one after another, making a "tick-tick" sound.

Although he could transform himself into anything and merge into the tunnel, the terrain here seemed to intentionally hinder him. Even though he tried to penetrate the stone wall many times, he would strangely return to the same place each time, as if he was trapped in an invisible maze.

After trying several times, Yan Huan half-knelt on the ground and made some marks: "Walking in the same direction, I still come back. This tomb... I'm afraid it's alive. Something is adjusting the direction here."

"At that time, we could use the power of the sheep to change the terrain, but we still have to estimate the treasures in the tomb and the two members of the Yang family..."

Damaged burial objects can be repaired, but when a person is gone, they are truly gone.

A bit constrained...

Just then, a creepy rustling sound came from all around.

Yan Huan used his two fingers to ignite a golden light, illuminating the way ahead. Looking closely, the scene that came into view made people feel sick to their stomachs - dense swarms of corpse-bugs poured out from the cracks in the surrounding stone walls like a tide, and the black swarm of insects instantly covered the ground and the walls above.

Overwhelming!

Each one was as black as ink, with an oily luster on its body, and its sharp claws rubbed against the stone walls, making a harsh sound.

The pincers of these corpse-bugs are like sharp blades, flashing with cold light. They move madly all over the ground, gnawing at the rotten flesh frantically after smelling it.

"There really are such things as corpse-eating bugs. The tomb-raiding novels really don't lie to me."

The black swarm of insects was like an overwhelming torrent, bringing with it an indescribable feeling of oppression.

The air around them gradually became foul-smelling. Corpse-bugs crawled over the remaining corpses and limbs, their tentacles lightly touching the bones and rotten flesh, making strange low humming sounds.

Yan Huan waved his palm lightly, and a ball of fire instantly rose in his hand, illuminating the dark and damp tomb passage around him.

As the flames flickered, the dense swarms of corpse-bugs all around seemed to be suppressed for a moment, and the originally unstoppable swarm of insects suddenly became quiet.

Yan Huan stared at these strange creatures: "This thing is not common outside."

An idea flashed through his mind, and he decided to keep a few and see.

However, compared with animals such as foxes, snakes, cats, and dogs, the chances of corpse-eating species developing intelligence and obtaining Qi are too slim, and they have almost no development value.

After pondering for a moment, Yan Huan suddenly remembered an old skill of the witch - poisonous insects.

Since these corpse-bugs are rare and hard to see, it would be better to refine them into poisons to enrich your collection.

The Qi flowed in his palm, and with a slight wave of his hand, the strong Qi quickly spread out, and a faint sense of oppression instantly filled the air around him.

The corpse-bugs around felt this power and began to become restless.

The best doctor must be the most astute poison master! Afterwards, Yan Huan had Bifang arrange the poison and use the White Tiger to seduce the corpse-bugs' "fighting spirit". They no longer fled, but became manic, and began to devour and attack each other, killing each other.

Thousands of corpse-bugs were biting and fighting each other frantically.

Those corpse-eating bugs that were sensitive to Qi were obviously more ferocious than ordinary insects, and gradually gained the upper hand in this ruthless killing.

Click, click! Snap, snap...

The corpses of corpse-bugs continued to pile up, and the sound of them breaking apart came one after another like popping beans, and an indescribable strange smell gradually filled the air.

The rule of "survival of the fittest" is still being enforced among these insect swarms, and in the end, only the last winner is left in the sea of ​​Qi.

Yan Huan walked over slowly and half squatted down.

He originally thought that the one left behind would be a powerful corpse-eating bug, but when he pushed aside the scattered insect corpses, he found that what remained in the center of the battlefield was not a corpse-eating bug, but a large beetle with a golden glow.

This beetle is golden all over, with a thick and solid shell and a majestic body. It has a "halberd" on its front and its thick front legs appear to be extremely powerful. It is the "Hercules" Hercules beetle.

The moment Yan Huan saw the golden beetle, he couldn't help but feel an irrepressible love for it.

It seems like all the unfulfilled childhood dreams in the previous life have been fulfilled in this life.

What boy didn’t want a “Hercules” when he was a child?
However, this thing is an alien species. If you bring it into the country privately, it will be dealt with according to relevant smuggling regulations, so it is basically impossible to get it.

This beetle probably thought it was part of the insect tide and blended in.

Yan Huan gently stroked the shell of the golden beetle and whispered to himself, "It seems like this is really fate..."

This golden beetle is obviously much more pleasing to the eye than those disgusting corpse-eating bugs.

"This is my first poisonous insect. Let's not talk about the poison for now, just this ability..."

Yan Huan pressed down with his finger, and the long-spurred beetle raised its unruly head and pushed back forcefully.

"As expected of Hercules, who can lift objects 850 times his own weight."

Yan Huan was carefully examining the golden beetle in his hand. Before he could take a few more glances, the beetle suddenly raised its halberd alertly, with its sharp tip pointed towards the dark depths of the tunnel.

Click, click...

The footsteps came in an orderly manner from the front, gradually approaching.

The horns of the Hercules beetle trembled slightly, and it seemed to be more cautious. The tide of corpse-eating bugs just now might not have gathered naturally, but were driven here by someone.

Soon, the footsteps came closer and closer, and a white-skinned foreigner with curly hair walked out of the dark tunnel.

The man was of medium build, with slightly deep eyes. He was holding an exaggerated pottery figurine in his hand. The figurine had a humorous expression and a strange smile on its face.

The visitor muttered in English: "How did we find one? If we sell it back, I wonder how much the local government is willing to pay for it? Or should we trade it on the black market and find some private collections?"

“Dom Pérignon is open!”

Ok?
When the foreigner saw Yan Huan, his body stiffened and his eyes were fixed on the beetle on his finger.

He asked in broken Chinese: "Hey! Why are you holding my 'Hercules' in your hand?"

Eh?
Yan Huan also hesitated for a moment. He thought that this insect was hiding in the swarm of corpse-eating insects to escape, but he didn't expect that this guy was the one who drove the swarm of insects here. No wonder he could win a great victory among all the insects.

"Hey, Avery, hurry back!"

The insect remained unmoved.

"Why?"

Yan Huan raised his finger and said, "This guy has been refined by me."

(End of this chapter)