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

Chapter 326: The villain of "List", abnormal love taste
"You're going to refine my holy insect, right?!"

"You know how much effort I put into this guy?"

The foreigner took out the revolver from his waist and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The magic circle on the gun body flashed a faint fluorescent light and gathered towards the muzzle.

boom!
The bullet wrapped in blue flames was fired instantly, drawing a long, straight and extremely fast line in the dark tomb passage.

Yan Huan put his fingers together and raised his hand to block it. The bullet with a long tail instantly hovered between his fingers.

As soon as his fingers loosened, the still hot bullet hit the damp bluestone of the tomb passage with a "bang", and the crisp sound slowly spread into the depths.

The foreigner was stunned at first, took a few steps back, and then pointed the gun forward again.

"Oh my god, are you kidding me? How is this possible?"

“Is this the mysterious power from the East?”

boom! boom! boom!
Three more shots followed.

Three long lines were pulled out quickly. This time, the foreigner paid attention to the changes in the trajectory and found that the bullet's firing speed was much slower than usual, so that when it reached Yan Huan, its power was extremely small.

"Hey!"

The foreign tomb robber smiled and said that there was no one in the world who could catch a bullet with bare hands so easily. The guy in front of him was just using some trick to keep the brass bullet suspended.

"Hmph... the same abilities as those magicians at Victor Academy..."

Control the elements in the world to avoid harm or attack. The only difference is that this oriental magician does not need a staff or magic circle as a medium for casting spells.

The ghost bit his thumb and smeared the blood on the remaining bullets.

boom!
Another shot rang out, and the blood-stained bullet, carrying a scarlet mist, shot forward at high speed.

Yan Huan took it with great curiosity, holding the bullet between his fingers. The blood on it dried up due to the high temperature when the bullet left the barrel, and a black patch attached to the surface.

"Is this how your alchemy system changes the ownership of elements?"

Yan Huan considers himself to be quite internationalist, and of course he would take advantage of this good opportunity to strengthen cultural exchanges between the East and the West.

Well···

The ghost didn't answer, but just fumbled in his pocket in panic. He had used up a lot of ammunition when fighting against the skinless golden corpses just now. With the few bullets wasted now, he had no bullets left.

After taking a few steps back, he began to think about running away.

There are huge differences between the Eastern and Western cultivation systems. Although he didn't know what this guy had done, he knew very well that he was no match for him.

After running a few steps in panic, the foreigner felt a flash of golden light behind him, followed by a sharp pain in his left foot. He staggered to the ground, turned sideways to protect the pottery figurine in his arms, and looked down to see three shiny golden needles inserted into his ankle.

Yan Huan walked over slowly and took the strange pottery figurine from the foreigner's arms.

“No...you can’t do this..."

Ignoring the pain, the foreigner hugged Yan Huan's thigh and begged.

"Give it back to me. I'll give you the Hercules, but give this back to me! Otherwise, Dia will kill me!"

Yan Huan raised his foot and stepped back the arm that was groping around.

"That sounds very pleasing. A bunch of tomb robbers from abroad have the nerve to say that these things are theirs?"

Yan Huan gazed at the pottery figurine and found that it had a naive shape. It was holding a drumstick and beating a drum, with a face that was seven parts naive and three parts weird.

Swish!
Yan Huan flicked his finger at the storage instrument given by Yan Yue, and the drum-beating pottery figurine was instantly collected.

The white-skinned ghost collapsed to the ground, shaking his head with a deathly pale face.

"It's bad. I'm dead. You're dead too if you hold that thing. We're done..."

Entering a foreign land to rob tombs is like walking on the edge of a knife. Yan Huan didn't know what kind of person could scare this foreigner like this.

"How many of you came?"

"Four... Besides me, there are..."

Snapped!
The foreigner covered his face with his hands, his body shaking unconsciously. He leaned limply against the damp and cold wall, letting the water seeping through the cracks wet his clothes.

"Two members of the 'List' are named McLean and Nandi, who are followers without 'horns'. There is another one named Diya, who doesn't seem to belong to any organization, but he founded a foundation in the UK to help testicular cancer patients..." Yan Huan stared into the heart of the white-skinned ghost and repeated what was in his heart.

"How do you know?" The foreigner put his hand down and looked at Yan Huan in disbelief.

"Is that so..." Yan Huan thought for a while. This "List" is a foreign organization of aliens. The members are divided into different levels according to their physical mutations. Those with horns can be given names, while those without names become dependents, and they are always at the lower level of the "horns" and are under their command.

The "List" is the believers and converts of "evil". As a villain organization, they are not like the "All Nature" which retains a group of free-spirited and fun-loving followers. The members of the "List" are all evil through and through, a group of demons who kill people without mercy and do all kinds of evil.

However, what scares this foreigner more than the villains on the "List" is Dia, who does not belong to any force.

Yan Huan wanted to further explore the ghost's heart, but when the name "Diya" was mentioned, only a chaotic fear remained in his heart, and he could not get any useful information.

"Okay, we've got it all figured out. One last question, has anyone among you made it to the bottom level of the tomb?"

The ghost shook his head. "No, the walls here are extremely hard. Even that weird thing was found by me in the tomb passage outside..."

Since the Eastern Han Dynasty, simple burials have been popular, and there are few valuable burial objects.

If these foreign guys had done a little more work, they would not be so obsessed with Yuan Shao's tomb.

"What about the other three?" Yan Huan continued to ask.

"They've all dispersed. The tomb passage here is changing... Ordinary props are completely useless... I'm also trying to find a way to communicate with them..."

"Wait! Wait a minute!" The foreigner immediately realized that he had said too much. In this situation, if one cannot guarantee the value of his own existence, who would be willing to keep a burden around?

If you don’t know where the tomb leads, the only thing that awaits you is death.

pat!

A hand was pressed on the ghost's head. The palm was warm, but inexplicably there was a chill that spread from the top of the head to the limbs and penetrated into the bone marrow.

"I'm sorry, there will be many issues that require your cooperation in handling. However, it's not easy to carry such a big person around. It will be much more convenient to replace it with a soul."

puff!

A sharp spike pierced the ghost's temple. When his life force was gone, Yan Huan raised his hand from the top of his head and pulled out his soul.

“Ahhh! It’s the Necromancer! Damn Necromancer, as long as Dia is still here, we will meet in hell sooner or later…”

Before the miserable roar had died down, the soul turned into Yin Qi and was collected into Yan Huan’s spiritual flag.

"Speaking of foreign power systems, apart from Dumbledore holding a magic wand... no, apart from Dean Tubb and a group of capable foreigners from Nathan Island, I have never seen any other."

Even if it is Nathan Island, it is just Yan Huan's guess based on the main storyline. The actual expressiveness is definitely not comparable to what he is experiencing now.

Caution is the boat.

Yan Huan didn't think that anything could hurt him now, but after all, it was a power he had never seen before, so it was always better to be careful.

"call--"

With a long sigh, Yan Huan adjusted the five elements and allowed the Qi in his body to flow fully.

Continuing walking towards the tomb passage, the surrounding layout seemed to have changed again.

The heavy breathing sounds of "Shashasha" continued, becoming clearer and clearer in the empty corridor.

After walking for a while, Yan Huan felt An Panting and standing above his head. He looked up and saw an unknown evil creature slowly emerging from the shadow above his head.

Its body was hunched like a bent, skinny skeleton, with long, thin limbs, swollen and protruding joints, and twisted in a sickly manner.

What is disturbing is that it seems to have a human form and gender, but it has no clothes on its body and no hair. Its skin is smooth and delicate, but exudes a sickly paleness, like a dead fetus that has not been touched by the sun, and traces of blood vessels can be faintly seen.

Its head was huge, hanging disproportionately on its thin body. Its head was like a deflated ball, with lifeless eye sockets sunken inside, staring at Yan Huan with dark eyes.

The moment their eyes met, Yan Huan suddenly felt that Big Head was a little cute.

"What the hell?"

"She is my familiar, named Fire Ghost, and also my wife." An awkward voice in Chinese came from the end of the tomb passage.

Yan Huan glanced between those slender legs and it seemed that this thing was really a female.

"Brother, the taste is a bit strong..."

The visitor said nonchalantly, "This is normal, boy. Some people like hands, feet and hair, some like underwear and leather, some like body fluids and corpses, and some like animals. Love comes in many forms, so why should you demand others to understand?"

"Don't you have a little abnormal love, boy?"

"That's indeed not the case." Yan Huan spread his hands.

(End of this chapter)