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

Chapter 335 Huanzi, You Smell So Good

"The cancer of the southwest, Wang Zhenqiu..." Yan Huan returned the photo.

"Do you know him?" Zhao Fangxu asked.

"I once passed by Huode Sect and heard a disciple from the sect talk about a past event."

Wang Zhenqiu turned the eldest disciple of Huode Sect gay. At that time, the sect leader Liu Ye, for the sake of the sect's reputation, used basic fire magic to seal his mouth.

"No wonder, this guy is notorious outside."

As a genius who had rapidly improved the company's reputation in the southwest region within less than a year of joining the company, Zhao Fangxu also paid more attention to Wang Zhenqiu.

It is said that those who eat at many houses and learn a hundred skills must have good interpersonal relationships and be good materials, but this bastard is different from "Ding Shiman", one of the two heroes. All his tricks are honed by shameless skills.

Also, because Qiu came from a wealthy family, there were many tycoons and high-ranking politicians in his family. Some of the guys who had suffered at his hands had no way to deal with him at all.

At that time, Wang Zhenqiu forced Yan Zhao Kuanglong to run to the company headquarters to petition and complain, which Zhao Fangxu still remembers vividly.

"Don't underestimate this guy, but his resume is not bad. He once worked in an organization that dealt with third-type beings, and he knows more about some extraterrestrial objects than the company does."

Zhao Fangxu spread his hands and continued, "After all, we have different responsibilities, so it's not easy for us to ask about some things. Who knows if there are other strange and bizarre beings besides the strange people, so you have to go there in person."

"Mr. Zhao, you are quite cunning! You assigned me out with just a few words. I'm afraid the location for team building for a group of temporary workers is not simple, right?" Yan Huan asked knowingly.

"Hehe, it's a secluded and quiet place... Traveling, cultivating the team spirit, sense of honor, and organizational cohesion of the temporary workers, and the rest are just along the way." Zhao Fangxu said with a smile.

"Okay, then I'll go and take care of the situation. As for the elves, we'll just have to wait for good news from Mr. Zhao."

Seeing Zhao Fangxu nod, Yan Huan walked out of the office, with the heat hitting her face like a tide.

At the end of the corridor, a few people who had just gone out to buy popsicles came back. The translucent shopping bag in Xu Si's hand was full of colorful ice cream packages.

"Okay, pick one." He said with a smile.

Yan Huan didn't hesitate and chose a chocolate crispy ice cream cone.

At this moment, Feng Baobao suddenly blinked her big eyes and circled around Yan Huan a few times like a shaman.

Then she put her nose close to it without hesitation and took a deep sniff.

"Eh!?" Xu San was displeased when he saw this and immediately pulled her back.

"Baby, don't be rude to the guests."

"Huanzi, has your smell changed?" Feng Baobao struggled, tilted his head in confusion, and moved his nose again to confirm.

"What smell?"

It's hot and sweaty in the summer, but Yan Huan knows that he has the little elephant and the fox spirit by his side, so he can't be affected by any sour or rotten smell.

"Huanzi, you smell so good!"

"Huh!?" The eyes of the Xu brothers and Zhang Chulan widened at the same time, and they dragged Feng Baobao back again and again.

Zhang Chulan held Feng Baobao's swaying arm and said, "Brother Huan, don't mind it. Sister Baoer probably didn't mean that..."

"But sometimes there are strange smells, like the fishy smell of mud, crushed ginkgo, the fishy smell of abandoned ponds... There are so many smells, all mixed together, it's a little hard to tell them apart..."

Feng Baobao's words were very consistent, which made the Xu brothers and Zhang Chulan curious.

The three of them let go of each other's hands and came over with Feng Baobao.

"Hmm... it seems to have a very light floral scent. Is this gardenia?"

"Hey~ Third brother, you know something about flowers? I think it's obviously a white lotus..."

Zhang Chulan pinched his chin with his fingers, thinking to himself: "Why should I, a grown man, determine the smell of another man..."

Yan Huan raised his hand and gestured to stop, "The four of you, please respect yourselves!"

A breath of Qi that was more scorching than the heat in the corridor spread out, causing the four people to retreat one after another. Yan Huan thought for a moment and took another small pudding from Xu Si's shopping bag.

He walked straight through the space made clear by the four people, tore open the packaging of the ice cream, and placed it in front of his chest. A small tentacle and a blue-scaled hand that had not yet lost its baby fat stretched out and took the two ice creams respectively.

Feng Baobao was still in a daze. There was no one in the corridor in front of her after Yan Huan turned the corner.

"Sister Baoer, what did you see?" Zhang Chulan asked in a low voice.

Although this sister of his is not very smart, she generally does not say nonsense, and she will not bother to make up lies to deceive others.

Zhang Chulan completely believed what Feng Baobao said!

But the two of them look at the world differently. Even if Zhang Chulan tried his best, he couldn't see even the tip of the iceberg in Sister Baoer's eyes.

"I saw flowers, grass, monkeys, birds, mountains, rivers, wind and snow..."

Snapped!
Feng Baobao clenched his fists and clapped his hands, suddenly realizing, "I know, that's what I saw before. Everything in the world can be found in Huanzi, and then I can't tell who is in the middle!"

Gulu!

Zhang Chulan swallowed and looked out the window with lingering fear. There was no one in the headquarters square, and three freight trucks slowly drove into the underground garage.

Yan Huan disappeared.

"He carries everything on his body, or everything carries him... Is that the way to understand it?" Zhang Chulan thought carefully.

Seeing that Yan Huan had no reaction to Sister Baoer's words, he probably guessed one thing. As the saying goes, "Those involved are often the most confused." It is likely that Yan Huan himself did not notice the changes in his body.

Thinking about it this way, during the Luotian Dajiao, Yan Huan had a secret conversation with Lu Jin, one of the Ten Lords. Afterwards, the usually strong and healthy Mr. Lu fell seriously ill, which was rare. The reason behind this was most likely related to what he had seen.

"Sister Baoer is simple-minded and won't think too much, but it's not necessarily the case for Mr. Lu. He must have seen something..."

call--

Zhang Chulan adjusted his breathing, let out a long sigh, and the restless heart in his chest slowed down its tense rhythm.

"Sister Baoer, you and Brother Huan have known each other for a long time. I have heard about his style of doing things, but I don't really know much about him. What do you think of... this person?"

"Pretty good."

"That's good, that's good..." Zhang Chulan breathed a sigh of relief, his tense face relaxed and he chuckled.

Anyone who practices cultivation and seeks the truth will probably be unable to avoid Sister Baoer's immortality. If Yan Huan stands on the opposite side in the future, how many conspiracies and calculations will be needed to protect Sister Baoer?
Not being an enemy is the best situation.

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Three days later, Liupanshui, Guizhou.

Yan Huan walked along the mountain road with ease. After being away from this place for a year, the mountains had not changed much. They were still lush and green, and the chill was still there.

The hidden cave where he once practiced cultivation was now covered with vines. There was little light in the wet cave, and even the fire left by the Huode Sect had been evacuated.

It is inevitable to feel a little melancholy when revisiting an old place. Yan Huan walked along the rugged mountain road and arrived at Biyou Village in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, isn't this Master Yan? Hey hey hey! You're back!" Beside the path leading to the village, a middle-aged man with a big belly was repairing the fence of the pigpen with a hammer in his hand.

When he saw Yan Huan, he immediately dropped what he was doing, clapped his hands and went up to greet her.

There are many big bosses in Biyou Village. Yan Huan has long forgotten the identity of the visitor, but he is most likely one of the people who benefited from Liu Wukui's anti-diarrhea drugs.

"It's been almost a year since I last saw you. Where have you been to make a fortune? If it weren't for the kindness of you and Master Liu, I would probably still be in such bad luck!" The man laughed.

"After traveling outside for a year, I can't say I've made a fortune... Hey, the pigs you raised jumped out of the pen." Yan Huan pointed to the gap next to the fence.

"Fuck! You little piglets! Wait until I raise the fence high and see how you can jump over it." The big boss stepped forward, hugged the pig, and handed it back to him.

"Your pig is not castrated, so it is lively and active. It won't gain weight if it eats too much. If you don't want to keep it as a breeding pig, I will find a master to help you deal with it later." Yan Huan said.

"Huh!? So that's how it is. Master Yan knows a lot. Thank you in advance." The boss nodded respectfully.

"Where is Village Chief Ma?"

"I'm tidying up the stove in the back. Master, just follow the path to the end."

Yan Huan said goodbye to the boss whose name he did not know and walked along the main road of the village.

In the middle, they entered the house where the Liu brothers and sisters were temporarily staying. After Liu Wukui left with his brother, the house was turned into the hall of the Hu and Huang families. A year had passed, and wisps of green smoke were still wafting from the incense burner on the altar.

Thanks to the ancestral hall managed by Xiao Yan'er from the Northeast, and this one in Biyou Village, Yan Huan was able to avoid starving Bai Ling, Zheng Yang and the others despite being "unemployed" for the past year.

Yan Huan took three incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner. Looking up, he saw two very familiar large characters engraved on the tablet in the middle.

"This Kui'er really carved my name on it..."

Yan Huan smiled and shook his head, walked out the door, turned left after leaving the yard, and bumped into a Taoist with upturned eyebrows.

"Master Yan, it's been a long time since we last met! How come you have time to come back to Biyou Village?" Zhao Guizhen said with a smile.

"Ah, come back and take a look..."

Seeing that Yan Huan had no interest in talking, Zhao Guizhen thought he was boring and pointed to the back mountain.

"The Master is there!"

"Okay, thank you, goodbye... No, see you later." Yan Huan responded and turned to leave.

At the end of the main road in the village is a small hill with stone steps. Halfway up the hill stands a house that looks like a palace. In the small ancestral hall next to it is Lao Ma’s beloved self-cultivation furnace.

Bang, bang, bang!
There were bursts of knocking sounds coming from the house.

Yan Huan pushed open the door and walked in, and found that the small house was relatively empty, except that the floor was littered with all kinds of weird parts, so densely packed that there was almost no place to stand.

Ma Xianhong was half-crouching in the corner, waving a hammer in his hand and hitting continuously. The machines around him were running busily, and the sound of gears colliding and conveyor belts wearing were endless.

"Village Chief Ma." Yan Huan shouted.

It seemed that no sound could be heard in the noisy environment. Ma Xianhong was working without distraction and didn't pay any attention to what was happening around him.

"Old horse!"

As a last resort, Yan Huan raised his voice.

"Um!?"

Ma Xianhong was stunned for a moment, then he looked back suddenly and pushed the magic glasses he was wearing to his forehead.

"Brother Yan? You're back!"

"Good to see you! Come quickly, come come come come! I'm telling you, I've already solved all the things you mentioned to me before. While allowing ordinary people to obtain and refine Qi, I've also given them a state of mind that matches it."

"Although it's still a semi-finished product, I have been able to make it interfere with people's souls in a preliminary way. In this way, I may be able to solve the resilience of the soul and the character of people!"

Ma Xianhong's eyes lit up and he danced like a child. After all, his original intention in making the furnace was to solve the problem of soul disturbance. As long as there was a breakthrough in this regard, perhaps he could regain his memory and find his family.

"If you, as a wizard, can help me, I will go a long way on this path! I have already gathered eleven people with high aptitude, and I have already found someone for the twelfth. I just need to find three more..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Old Ma spoke excitedly and incessantly, and Yan Huan really couldn't stand it.

"Old Ma, stop it, there are so many outside..."

Yan Huan hesitated to speak, perhaps because he felt sympathy for the man's persistence in finding his relatives, and some words could not be said too harshly.

"What will happen if something goes wrong during the process of refining a person's soul?"

"Hmm?" Ma Xianhong thought for a moment and said firmly, "No, I have enough confidence."

"What if?"

"Nothing can happen..."

"You've damaged their souls and severely hurt their memories, and now you want to use a furnace to repair them? If their souls have really been changed by you, can they still be called themselves?" Yan Huan's face was calm.

It’s quite ironic when you think about it. Old Ma built a new section and taught everyone without distinction. He wanted to use the stove to enable everyone to “cultivate themselves”, but he himself couldn’t even do it to improve himself.

Ma Xianhong was stunned by Yan Huan's question. Even though he was extremely confident in the "Divine Machine Hundred Refinements", if something really went wrong, wouldn't he be sending the person in the furnace into a situation almost the same as his own?

"Let me think about it again, think about it again..."

"Brother Yan, go and rest first. I'll send a few Ruhua to take care of you. By the way, there is a guest I invited to the northwest side of the village. I guess you know him. Maybe you can catch up with him."

Yan Huan didn't say much. Led by the puppet with strange makeup, he walked towards the northwest.

As soon as I approached the courtyard fence of a small bungalow, I felt a cool breeze, which made me feel very comfortable.

As soon as Yan Huan stepped through the rattan door of the yard, he sensed something strange. Using his Golden Eyes to investigate, he discovered that he was on the brink of a strange situation.

"Forehead--"

This style...
"Pharaoh!"

"Ah?" Wang Ye, who was enjoying the breeze, climbed up from the low bed and looked out the window.

"Lao Yan? You've been invited here too. Come in and get some fresh air first."

Yan Huan glanced into the room with helpless and lifeless eyes, "Put away your magical power. Don't you sense a murderous intent at work?"

The old monkey hiding somewhere is about to explode with anger.

(End of this chapter)