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

Chapter 338 Welcome to Biyou Village

Zhang Chulan put down his phone and was in a good mood. He didn't think that the company's top management would let Yan Huan directly participate in this operation, but since he showed up in Biyou Village, there would always be someone to take charge of the mission.

The mission briefing stated that the target of the mission, Chen Duo, was born into a cult called "Medicine Fairy Society" and was a holy child possessed by a Gu.

The briefing has not yet clarified the full origins of the "Medicine Fairy Society", but since it is related to witchcraft, it cannot escape the scope of witchcraft. Even if Chen Duo is a master of witchcraft, his methods are definitely not as good as the "Witch King" recognized in the circle.

There are only wrong names in the world, but no wrong nicknames. In Zhang Chulan's opinion, this operation will be easier than he imagined.

Feng Baobao put his face close to the phone and tapped the laughing soybeans with his fingers. "I've seen the ones from Northeast China and East China, but I don't know about the others..."

"It's okay, Sister Baoer, let's go and see it tonight."

Bao and Lan packed up their things simply and left the hotel.

Information was shared within the group, and temporary workers were aware of each other's actions. Yan Huan, who was lurking in the dark, had no intention of intervening. He just wanted to go to bed early before Biyou Village became noisy.

He removed the ice crystals hanging from the beams of Wang Ye's house and moved into the house arranged by Lao Ma.

The next day, the sky in the east gradually turned pale, and chickens raised by an unknown owner started crowing first. People began to walk along the paths in the village, carrying water to water the vegetables, or doing morning exercises.

The people in Biyou Village work from sunrise to sunset and rest at sunset. Compared with those people in the city who like to stay up late, the villagers' life patterns are much more in line with the laws of the universe. If the furnace that Ma Xianhong was working on was not too dangerous, Yan Huan would like this secluded and quiet village very much.

"Old Ma, Old Ma..."

Talk about Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here.

Ma Xianhong, with his hair loose and a bandage on his forehead, stood in the courtyard. Next to him was a man with a fierce look and a strong physique.

"Brother Yan, let me introduce you. This is Liu Dang, a heavy martial arts fanatic."

Liu Dang on the side nodded and raised his fists covered with rough calluses.

"Brother Yan, in order for you to better understand my philosophy, it would be better for you to experience some things firsthand before joining us."

"So, can you please defeat him?"

"Ah..." Yan Huan yawned casually and glanced towards the yard.

He still had some impression of this Liu Dang. He was a well-known ruthless man in the fighting circle. After being forced to use all his strength by a young man who had gained the sense of Qi in the boxing gym, he insisted on finding and refining Qi.

"Old Ma, if you want to convince me, it would be best if you could let me feel their restraint after gaining power."

"It's true that I'm an alien, and perhaps even a relatively strong one, but that doesn't mean I can't empathize with the plight of ordinary people."

"Now they are behaving themselves in Biyou Village because you are watching over them. Sooner or later they will return to society. When they have conveniences, can you really guarantee that they will still abide by the law and be good citizens?"

Ma Xianhong scratched his head, "Brother Yan, you are really stubborn. What kind of 'restraint' do you want to see?"

Yan Huan took a step forward and whispered, "I would have smashed your self-cultivation furnace with a hammer, but I chose to do nothing here... This is the kind of restraint I should have shown."

"Why are you so malicious towards my stove?"

"Because I'm kind!" Yan Huan patted Ma Xianhong on the shoulder, "I hate to see honest people being bullied."

Click, click...

During the conversation, people gradually filled up the courtyard.

All the roots that were still staying in the village gathered here.

"Brother Yan, there are no wizards or sorcerers in my village. If possible, I sincerely hope you can stay!" Ma Xianhong came forward while spreading his hands.

"Your sincerity is quite intimidating..." Yan Huan ignored Ma Xianhong who was walking towards him, and walked straight past him and came in front of a group of people with superior aptitude.

"You said that you, Old Ma, failed to notice. I didn't expect that every villager is talented."

Yan Huan stood in front of Zhao Guizhen and said, "Look at this Taoist priest Zhao. He looks solemn and serious, never smiles, and has the demeanor of a Taoist master. But if you look closely, you can see that his facial features are full of cruelty and violence."

"In order to become stronger quickly, he did not hesitate to kill children and practiced the evil art of Maoshan Mountain, "Seven Evils Gathering Body" that even dogs would not learn. If it weren't for a friend of mine who has a lofty pursuit of art, I would have hung his head on the locust tree in front of the ancestral hall yesterday."

"You..." Zhao Guizhen's body trembled, his face froze for a moment, and then he put on a pleasant smile.

"Master Yan, you really like to joke. How can a cultivator who practices cultivation and cultivates good deeds do something that harms lives..."

Although he said this, Zhao Guizhen's legs trembled unconsciously under his loose Taoist robe. He clenched his fists suddenly. He felt resentment and envy in his heart.

The reason is simple, simply because Yan Huan is a sorcerer.

The "Seven Evils Gathering the Body" practiced by Zhao Guizhen involves selecting a boy with a specific horoscope and killing him in a specific way, obtaining the boy's soul and controlling it. Normally, the soul is sealed in the body and slowly digested as nutrients. After the boy's soul is completely digested, the practitioner's cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds.

If it is not fully digested, when fighting with others, you can take pills to resist evil spirits beforehand. This can also activate the evil spirit and attach it to your body in the way of a witch, greatly increasing your strength in a short period of time.

Some people have to work hard and struggle to reach a state, while some people have it from birth.

"A natural born sorcerer... This kid has seen through my tricks... He is so terrifying, I must not let him live..."

"Just a joke, Taoist Zhao." Yan Huan patted Zhao Guizhen on the shoulder, and a wisp of evil spirit quietly slipped away along his fingertips.

"And there's this scumbag vacuum cleaner. He even got himself put on the credit list just for having a relationship." Yan Huan looked at Fu Rong, spread his hands and shook his head.

puff!

Fu Rong covered her chest, as if a sharp arrow had pierced through her heart.

"How do you know... No! I'm not on the credit report!"

"Ah? You're using a loan to pay off a loan?"

"No, I... I'm on the credit report..." Fu Rong felt like she was stabbed in the heart again.

"A licker will end up with nothing. Promise me you won't be a licker anymore, okay?"

Yan Huan changed his mind and realized that he had changed Zhuge Qing's life trajectory and also cut off Fu Rong's marriage.

Originally, Zhuge Qing and Fu Rong would have an extremely serious and ordinary love relationship between a man and a woman.

"Well... I'm quite sorry..."

“Ah—”

"Stop talking, stop talking, Master Yan, stop nagging! You and I have no grudges against each other, why did you attack my most vulnerable part? At least we loved each other sincerely at that time!"

Fu Rong squatted on the ground with her head in her hands, staring blankly at the ants crawling on the ground, not wanting to face this cold reality.

“Uh——” The remaining few people with upper aptitude cast their eyes over in unison, and in unison let out a long sigh.

Yan Huan walked out of the courtyard and no one dared to stop him. The cool mountain breeze swept through the street, carrying a few fallen leaves and rushing westward.

The residence that Ma Xianhong arranged for Yan Huan was right next door to Wang Ye. The commotion early in the morning disturbed the Taoist's sweet dream, and Wang Ye walked out with his hair loose.

"I say... let's be quiet for a bit, the sun isn't even up yet..."

"Look at this, are you going to fight?" Wang Ye yawned, stretched his body comfortably, and gently tapped Yan Huan beside him with his hand, "Ma Xianhong, do you know this gentleman's name in the underworld?"

Ma Xianhong walked forward from behind the aptitudes, "I don't think Brother Yan is a person who seeks fame and reputation, but I also have enough confidence in the aptitudes of my subordinates."

"Oh, then your confidence will probably be crushed to nothing soon..." Wang Ye's dead fish eyes revealed a gloomy and cold look.

Ma Xianhong sensed Wang Ye's undisguised hostility, waved his hand to disperse the upper-level talents guarding nearby, and said, "I feel that the Taoist has something in his heart that is not convenient to say, but now he is cleared."

"If you have something to say...speak."

"Ma Xianhong, no matter what you want to do, stop it...you are doomed to fail." "Where there is a will, there is a way!" Ma Xianhong said stubbornly.

Wang Ye changed his nonchalant attitude and said solemnly: "What you are aiming for is too big! Your fate is humble and you cannot shoulder your ambitions. If you can be optimistic and know your fate, you may be able to obtain happiness. If you keep going forward, you will never be able to recover."

Ma Xianhong had an unhappy look on his face.

"I don't believe in fate! My fate is in my own hands!"

“It doesn’t matter even if what you did harms the people around you? You should know that what you are trying to do involves too much and the harm is too widespread... If you don’t stop, I will have to destroy you today!” Wang Ye circulated his Qi throughout his body and stepped out slowly.

"The Taoist really has the demeanor of a saint who cares about the country and the people... But people who meddle in other people's affairs, if they don't have some skills, will easily suffer a great loss!"

The red jade beads worn by Ma Xianhong spread the Qi, forming a black armor covering his skin.

The atmosphere was tense, and the collision of the external Qi raised layers of dust.

Yan Huan made a stop gesture, cleared the dust, and said, "That's not right."

"Something's wrong, old Ma."

"Brother Yan also wants to persuade me?" Ma Xianhong's eyes changed slightly.

Yan Huan said: "According to common sense, what kind of personality should a person who is hunted down because of the 'Eight Wonders' and whose family changes?

"Hmm?" Ma Xianhong was stunned for a moment, then asked, "What do you mean?"

Wang Ye thought about it for a moment and nodded.

When being hunted and something happens at home, a person should be cautious and suspicious, sensitive and alert, and would never trust others as recklessly as Ma Xianhong did.

The village chief of Biyou Village, apart from being stubborn, had problems with his logic and way of thinking from the very beginning.

His current character cannot bear the deep hatred and bitter past he has experienced.

"Old Yan, are you trying to say that Ma Xianhong's soul has at least been tampered with?" Wang Ye said.

"There is another possibility that the tragic past that Lao Ma knows does not exist."

People are originally unpolished jade, which are polished into unique shapes by the river of time and the vicissitudes of experience. The edges and corners of character are actually the traces left by stories.

Of course, this guess was just Yan Huan's nonsense. He naturally knew the truth of the matter.

Ma Xianhong's incomplete memory and single-minded and stubborn thinking logic are all related to the sister behind him - Qu Tong from Yaoxing Society.

As Lao Ma’s half-sister, Qu Tong is also the owner of “Shuangquanshou”, one of the Eight Wonders.

Judging from Yan Huan's understanding of the "Shuangquan Hand" technique, which changes the body with one hand and the soul with the other, this old Ma was most likely distorted by the repeated kneading and repair of his soul.

Lao Ma is not a born honest man at all. It is obvious that he has been fooled by the "Shuangquan Hands".

"Has my soul been tampered with? Everything in the past..." Ma Xianhong was distracted, his sister's figure flashed through his mind, and a sharp pain ran through his head.

He curled up on the ground, his face pale, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. Then he hugged his head tightly, his fingertips pressing deeply into his temples, as if trying to squeeze out the sharp pain in his mind.

Gradually, tears quietly rolled down Ma Xianhong's eyes, and even saliva unconsciously flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Old Yan!?" Wang Ye shouted anxiously.

Yan Huan shook his head silently.

The impurities in the soul can be dealt with by a sorcerer, but the broken parts have to be repaired by one's own efforts.

Ma Xianhong knelt and curled up, holding his head tightly with both hands. At this time, a face with a crooked mouth and big buck teeth came over, with a concerned and somewhat funny expression, and asked in a low voice: "Master Ma, are you okay?"

"Didn't I tell you not to come over?" Ma Xianhong took a deep breath, barely suppressing his headache, and slowly raised his head, his blurred vision gradually focusing.

"Um... a group of weird people came from outside the village..." Guo Liang said carefully.

"···" Ma Xianhong stood up shakily with staggering steps, but ignored Yan Huan and Wang Ye beside him and walked straight towards the village entrance.

On the small grassland at the entrance to the village, seven people gathered in the distance, talking and laughing with each other.

The leader was a blond man wearing a loose short-sleeved shirt and holding a small red flag, waving it excitedly.

The rest of the people had different appearances, but they all carried bulging bags. They looked less like ordinary passers-by and more like a group of exiles.

"What do these people do?"

"To join Master Ma, or where did the tour group come from?"

Soon, the villagers also gathered around, gradually blocking the road leading to the village entrance.

Ma Xianhong shook his head, calmed down a bit, and looked at those people with a cold gaze. He asked, "Everyone, what brings you to Biyou Village?"

Wang Zhenqiu held a small flag in his hand, smiling playfully, as if he was oblivious to the atmosphere around him. "Who are you?"

"Village chief, Ma Xianhong."

The bastard looked him up and down and said with a smile, "Village Chief, you look a little off. Did you not sleep well last night?"

Ma Xianhong frowned and snorted coldly, too lazy to argue with this group of guys who came from unknown origins.

"Village Chief Ma, the world is in a difficult situation. We brothers have nowhere to go. I heard that Biyou Village has been recruiting talents. Do you think... can you let us join the group?"

Ma Xianhong remained silent, but Yan Huan's words just now emerged in his mind.

Over the years, he did recruit quite a few people, perhaps he was too trusting.

After weighing the pros and cons in his mind, Ma Xianhong was about to refuse when Zhang Chulan, who was standing at the front of the team, slowly pulled down his sunglasses.

"Please don't say anything like 'not welcome'. The guys behind me...are all psychotic. Once provoked, they will go crazy on the spot, which will not be good for anyone."

"Village leader, can you chat?"

The people who came had bad intentions, and the people with superior talents who were waiting behind Ma Xianhong stood up one after another.

After Zhang Chulan and Ma Xianhong stepped forward, Xiao Zizai raised his hand and greeted Zhao Guizhen who was standing opposite him in a meticulous manner.

"Yo!"

"Humph!"

"Hey...Master, you are a cultivator of Taoism, why do you have such a bad temper?" Xiao Zizai pushed his glasses.

"I can't do whatever I want. What's the point of practicing Taoism?"

"Hahaha, that's true... There is a difference between doing whatever you want and acting recklessly... Anyway, nice to meet you." Xiao Zizai extended his hand.

Zhao Guizhen stared at the palm that looked strong and heavy. After a moment, he flicked his Taoist robe and left.

Xiao Zizai stayed where he was. Wang Zhenqiu next to him put his arm over him and instantly felt an irregular tremor.

"Brother Xiao... what are you doing?"

"It's nothing, just an old problem." Xiao Zizai's red eyes kept looking at Zhao Guizhen's figure, and he put his hands together in a Buddhist salute.

Namo Amitabha...

Buddha said that it is okay to kill.

(End of this chapter)