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

Chapter 329: The God of Prison and the God of Murder
In order to verify his guess, Yan Huan used the "Binding the Soul and Sending the General" to restrain McLean's soul after his death. However, just when the scattered soul was about to condense, it shattered in an instant.

McCree's soul is irreparably flawed.

According to Quanzhen, the damaged soul of a person can be repaired through spiritual practice, but from what Yan Huan has seen so far, the soul of this foreigner is incomplete and there is no possibility of repairing it.

McCree sacrificed that part.

"It's very much in line with the Western way of sacrificing one's soul to the devil in exchange for power."

"It's just a pity. I thought the representative of "evil" enshrined in the [List] was an indescribable evil god, but in the end it turned out to be just a meteorite carrying an alien virus."

Snapped!
Yan Huan snapped his fingers, and the flames spread along the tomb passage in dots, as if candles were lit, and the dark passage immediately became brighter.

"We've dealt with three of them. Diya, who they are most afraid of, hasn't shown up. I hope the two from Yang Gong's faction won't run into him."

Yan Huan continued walking along the winding tomb passage. There was a faint echo in his ears, and the sound of his footsteps was completely swallowed up by the darkness.

Suddenly, there was a shock under my feet, and the walls of the tomb passage began to twist as if alive. The surrounding structure changed again, the ground gradually sank, the passage became narrow and difficult to tell the direction, and the surrounding roads were gradually blocked.

Yan Huan frowned slightly, and his body gradually turned into a bluestone texture, gradually melting into the stone wall. It was pitch black in front of him, with no light around him, and he could no longer tell which direction he was going.

In the darkness, he felt like a stone being moved here and there, drifting with the current.

"Sure enough, this tomb-guarding beast mistook me for a tomb robber..." Yan Huan thought to himself.

While he was thinking, the space around him shook again, and the familiar scene reappeared before his eyes - he returned to the place where the corpse-bugs were, the faint stench had not yet completely dissipated, and the scattered corpses of corpse-bugs were densely covering the ground.

"Got it." Yan Huan looked down at the broken corpse-bugs, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind. These creatures were originally part of the ecology of the tomb passage. Their existence would not necessarily provoke the hostility of the tomb-guarding beasts. Moreover, the bugs themselves were tiny, and their movements would hardly attract attention.

At this time, the newly acquired "Hercules" came in handy.

Thinking of this, he summoned the Hercules beetle he had just obtained, covered its body with golden light, and nodded slightly, "Hercules, go explore the way."

A layer of dazzling golden light rose from the body of the giant beetle, and Yan Huan lit a fire again, wrapping it tightly.

The beetle received the order and crawled quickly and flexibly into the dark passage, and its figure quickly disappeared in front.

"Shadow Ghost, you're going too. I almost forgot about you."

This shadow-filled environment is perfect for the Shadow Ghost to display its abilities.

Swish!
A trace of evil spirit swam out along with the darkness.

After completing the arrangements, Yan Huan turned around and continued wandering in the tomb passage.

After wandering for a long time in the complex tomb passage that looked like an ant nest, finally, the fire that Yan Huan left on the beetle began to jump rapidly.

"Found it!" He performed the fire escape technique and his body turned into a ray of fire.

Flames rose from the little beetle's body, and Yan Huan's figure quietly appeared in the firelight. As a wisp of ash fell, he landed gently on the ground, and the scene in front of him was in full view.

This so-called main tomb was small and cramped, with dim walls and cracks visible between the stones, exuding an ominous dampness and chill. The air was filled with a stale smell, and the dust and corruption that had not been touched for hundreds of years tightly wrapped this space like a deathly silent cage.

A coffin was quietly placed in the center of the tomb. It was black and simple, without any carvings or decorations. The wood was so crude that it looked like rotten wood picked up at random, and it looked extremely shabby.

Several thin animal skins were laid around the coffin. They were dry, cracked, and yellowed, having been corroded by time and crumbled at the slightest touch.

The simple furnishings did not feel luxurious at all. There were two small oil lamps burning above the coffin. The lights were dim and were almost blown out by the cold wind. Only a little dim light was emitted, making this dead space look like a barren earth cellar.

Yan Huan's gaze slowly moved to the lid of the coffin. There were actually handprints that had not dried yet, as if someone had closed it hastily but was unable to do so.

"These foreigners have put a lot of effort into stealing other countries' property, and they have found all of this."

The coffin lid was slightly half open. Yan Huan leaned over to look inside, and saw a skinny skeleton curled up inside. Next to the skeleton lay a few burial objects, including a few bronze fragments and a broken pottery jar. This was not even as grand as the utensils used by ordinary people for ancestor worship.

Yan Huan looked around, feeling a complicated emotion in his heart. It was said that simple burials were popular in the Eastern Han Dynasty, but this coffin was so shabby that it was even worse than the burial of refugees.

"Is this Yuan Shao? After so many twists and turns, he was hidden in a place like this by my subordinates."

Yan Huan paced around the simple coffin. Just as his eyes swept over the broken burial objects, the ground suddenly shook violently. The entire tomb seemed to be shaken. Dust floated on the surrounding stone walls and a chilling wind blew in the air.

Yan Huan quickly took a few steps back and stared at the center of the tomb.

Just when the vibration reached its peak, a tall figure slowly appeared.

That thing was similar to "Taiyin", in human form, and covered with a faint blue fluorescence. Behind it were several crystal stones, flickering slightly in the reflection of the candlelight.

"It is indeed the 'Nine Lands', one of the Eight Deceitful Gods!"

His figure was slender enough, and he had a strange beauty when he was quiet.

But the next second, Yan Huan didn't think so. Jiudi roared, and his mouth was like a "slit-mouthed woman". The corners of his mouth stretched directly to his ears, his fangs were exposed, and he kept demonstrating.

"Benchu ​​has been dead for thousands of years, why are there still villains coveting his belongings? Can't we kill all the tomb robbers over the past thousands of years?!"

boom!
Jiudi gathered his strength and punched towards Yan Huan.

Yan Huan originally thought that due to the restrictions of the venue, Jiudi would have some concerns and thus would not be able to use his full strength, but this punch was so fierce and violent that there was no room for holding back at all.

"No, there are only a few things here. Apart from the pottery figurines in my hand, I don't think there is anything valuable. I will help you seal off this tomb." Yan Huan looked for possibilities for negotiation.

"What do you know? The burial objects here were all donated by the people of Jizhou, and I moved them here!"

boom!
Another random punch came over, and wherever it passed, there was the sound of metal and stone colliding.

"It looks like there's nothing to talk about until it calms down."

"Then let me see for myself, which one is harder, the body of the indestructible God of Solidity, or the means of the all-conquering God of Murder." Yan Huan pinched a ray of Yin Qi with one hand and dotted it between his eyebrows, slowly guiding it to the depths of his soul.

The Eight Deceitful Gods - White Tiger!
(End of this chapter)