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

Chapter 364 Fishing Guy Never Air Force

"How much hatred and resentment is there?" Yan Huan's gaze stayed on the treasure chest that the old man had dug out. The nearly half-meter-long box was full of pearls and shellfish, and a golden dragon with its mouth open was inlaid in the keyhole.

"There are some old grudges involved! Boy, can you help me?" The old man's grinning mouth was full of black and rotten teeth, and he smiled with ill intentions.

Yan Huan thought for a moment and didn't say anything.

When in Biyou Village, Wang Zhenqiu once said that people from the Adam Foundation stole something from the country and wanted to secretly transport it abroad. When they flew over the uninhabited area of ​​Lop Nur, they were hit by the "Firebird Bifang" and the plane was destroyed and all the people on board were killed.

Yan Huan couldn't think of anyone else who could have a grudge with the Firebird Spirit here, except for the survivors on the plane.

"I can help, but I don't have any clues right now..." Yan Huan pretended to be helpless.

Since I have no clue at all, I might as well take advantage of the situation and continue talking. Maybe I can get some useful information out of it.

The old man looked embarrassed, bit his dry lips and thought for a while, finally nodded with difficulty.

"If you're also looking for that bird, we can really work together."

"If you want it to appear, you have to help me find something." The old man hung the treasure chest he had taken out around his neck, and he looked a little funny and weird.

"I wonder what it is?"

"It's a tattered book. It's not a valuable item, but it's the notes my grandfather wrote to me."

"Then it really can't be thrown away." Yan Huan knew that the old man was talking nonsense.

The so-called seventy years of practice here is simply nonsense. This book is the key. Its value to this old man is high enough that he is willing to spend seventy years here.

"Seventy years?" A trace of doubt flashed across Yan Huan's eyes. "The time doesn't match... The plane crash that the bastard mentioned only happened a few years ago."

Wrong idea?
While thinking, the old man said again: "It's settled. I'm the third child in my family, you can just call me Third Master."

"Oh right! There's not much to eat here. If you're prepared to stay for a long time, just eat these things."

He pointed at a few little jerboas that were gathered nearby, scaring the little creatures away in all directions.

"Grandpa's belongings are really hard to find. After all, I have been looking for them for seventy years."

The old man who called himself "Old Third Master" walked back to the street with his hands behind his back, dragging the long fishing rod.

The female corpse that was pushed away lost several pieces of tattered sheepskin, revealing the dry bones of her arms, and she barely managed to stand up.

"I'm sorry, but my grandpa is like this. He has been looking for something for a long time."

Chen Junyan crawled out of the ruins. Fortunately, he was only blown away by the force and was not seriously injured.

"That stinky old man!"

"Don't worry, we will meet sooner or later." Yan Huan waved his arm to block the drunken boy in the baseball cap.

Lao Meng scratched his fat face awkwardly: "Do you really want me to help you find something? I always feel that this person is a little strange."

"Look for it! Why not? We all have tasks to complete. Brother Huan wants the Phoenix Spirit, and I also need to determine whether there are any remnants of 'Abaddon' here. I guess we have to split up!" Chen Junyan said angrily.

"When we separate later, we must keep a distance from each other so that we can take care of each other. Uncle Meng and I both have means of communication. What are you going to do?" Yan Huan gestured to the jerboa in the dark and asked Chen Junyan.

"It's okay, I just have a loud voice."

Under Chen Junyan's boasting, the three of them separated briefly.

Yan Huan walked through the dilapidated neighborhood and came to a high platform. He walked up the stone steps step by step and saw a throne that had half collapsed.

On it was a dried corpse, sitting stiffly, its body broken and its clothes having long since decayed, leaving only some rags hanging on the dry bones, but one could still vaguely see its former splendor.

His head was slightly lowered, his empty eye sockets facing the dark underground world, and his lips opened and closed as he murmured softly: "Restore the country...Restore the country..."

The King of Loulan, the ruler of the underground ruins, has a deep obsession and is immortal. He is not an ordinary dead object, but an obsessive corpse bound by obsession.

But this is the limit of the "cooking" of this corpse.

Yan Huan lowered his eyes and saw more than a dozen mummies in the streets below the stage. They had different shapes but were all repeating their daily lives.

Some seemed to be carrying supplies, some were repairing equipment, and some even seemed to be talking to the void.

These dead seemed to be driven by the obsession of the King of Loulan, imitating the former prosperity of this ancient kingdom, but their movements were mechanical and their breath was dead, giving people a sense of almost eerie sadness.

"Why bother?" Yan Huan asked in a low voice.

Turning his gaze towards the bottom of the platform, the ruins among the broken walls outlined the contours of the entire underground kingdom in the dim light. The glory was gone, and only death remained.

Yan Huan suddenly thought of something, raised his hand, and slowly stretched it in front of the King of Loulan, with his palm only a fist's distance away from the corpse's head.

"Restore the country...Restore the country..."

call!
A green light passed by, and the mummy made no sound anymore, as if it had unloaded all the burdens on its body and fell into a deep sleep. The mummies that had been busy working under the stage also fell apart and turned into yellow earth among the sand and gravel.

On the other side, Chen Junyan was still searching among the ruins, the flashlight in his hand sweeping across the broken bricks and tiles. Suddenly, his eyes stopped at a corner——

A tattered backpack lay half buried in the dust, its zipper half open, having obviously been hastily rummaged through.

He squatted down, pulled out the backpack, dusted it off, and unzipped it.

There were several documents inside. The photos had long turned yellow and the corners were curled, but you could still make out the smiles on the faces of the people on them.

In addition to the documents, there was also a notebook with several torn pages.

"Is it a victim?" Chen Junyan flipped through a few of the documents. The owner of the certificate was a member of a well-known expedition team. Next to it, a bloody rag was hanging on a stone.

Chen Junyan was stunned for a moment, then reached out to pick it up.

Under the cloth were piles of bones, in disorderly shapes and scattered around. The surface of the bones was so clean that it was almost dazzling, but there were still some flesh threads and blood stains attached to the surface, as if they had just been removed not long ago.

Next to the bones were crumpled balls of paper.

"Oh my god!" There was a fishy-sweet smell in the air, which made Chen Junyan's stomach churn.

He gritted his teeth and raised his head, then looked at his notes and turned to the last few pages:
[It was dark underground, with only a little light during the day, so we couldn't tell the time, but the old man promised us that he would help us leave once we found his things.]

[This old man can speak Chinese, but I don’t know why he doesn’t know Chinese characters. This is very strange.]

···
The papers after that were torn off.

Chen Junyan glanced at the ball of paper next to the bone, frowned, picked it up and spread it out. It was covered in blood and looked like it had been wiped with something.

[Many days have passed, but the item is still not found. We can feel the old man's impatience. He is very strong, and the four of us can't subdue him...]

[The way he looks at us has changed. It seems like he is looking at food. He has obviously eaten fewer lizards and mice recently...]

"Beast!" A burst of anger suddenly rose in his chest. Chen Junyan stuffed the notebook into his arms and returned the same way.

At this time, the third master was wandering slowly in the ruins, humming a tuneless song.

Suddenly, his ears moved slightly, his eyebrows raised, and a look of excitement appeared on his face.

There was a slight vibration coming from above the ruins, along with the sound of flowing sand.

"What a lucky guy!" he said to himself loudly, the wrinkles on his face turned into a weird smile, "Just when three came down, three more came up!"

The third master swiftly took off the long bamboo pole tied behind his back, untied a string of gold and silver hooks from his waist, and skillfully tied the hooks to the fishing line, his eyes full of pride and greed.

"A good catch today! Fishermen never come back empty-handed!" He grinned with his dry lips, and before he finished speaking, he raised his wrist and the fishing line with the hook whizzed into the sky!
The hook pierced through the gravel and soil layer violently, and the sound of gravel being crushed could be heard.

He pulled slightly, and the fishing line began to fall, and the bamboo pole bent into a bow shape, as if he had caught a huge prey.

"Bait!" The old man laughed, shook his wrist, and pulled it down suddenly.

Amid the flying sand and gravel, two blurry figures were hooked by the wire hooks and dragged straight down from the sand above.

The two men fell to the ground in a mess, their bodies covered with dust, and they seemed to be unaware of what had happened.

The Third Master retracted the bamboo pole with satisfaction, glanced at them greedily, licked his cracked lips, unable to conceal the excitement in his eyes at all.

"Haha, good stuff delivered to my door. Two more come... The guy above is waiting for the next hook."

"Two boys, help me find something, so I can send you up."

"Ah, hiss, hiss..." The person who fell down touched his butt and jumped up in pain.

He was a sloppy man with a headband and lifeless eyes. The large double-edged axe on his back was very eye-catching.

The other one was not good-looking, and the only memorable feature was his eagle-like sharp eyes.

"You don't speak Chinese, let me talk." The person who spoke was named Huang Zhanyi, and he came from the Eagle Claw Fist in Hebei.

"No need, he can understand. After all, this guy and I are compatriots." The man carrying the axe said in Japanese, glanced forward, and seemed to have recognized the identity of the Third Master early on.

"I didn't expect you to survive."

His eyes fell on the treasure chest hanging by the third master.

"Mr. Naurashima, please return the 'Jade Box of Ryuguya Otohime' to me."

"Mr. Dia is going to recycle it."

Dia?

"It's been seventy years, and he's still not dead!" Urashima Saburo demanded.

"Ah, so, you can't use that thing properly, and your mind has been affected. It's only been a few years since you disappeared."

"Hmm?" Urashima Saburo retracted his fishing rod and stared at the treasure chest in front of his chest.

The keyhole held in the dragon's mouth flickered with a faint fluorescent light, and a slight sound of gears turning could be heard from it.

"Impossible! This thing has already recognized its master! There has never been a precedent for Dia to reclaim a divine artifact. Is he trying to break the Foundation's rules?"

"Besides, do you think you can beat me!?"

"I don't think so." The man carrying the axe gestured to Huang Zhanyi next to him, "So we invited Mr. Huang from Eagle Claw Fist..."

He pointed above the ruins again, "And Lord Greed of the [List]."

Huang Zhanyi looked around and saw broken walls and ruins everywhere, so he hugged his arms tightly.

"Let me make it clear first. The only item to be recovered is the 'Jade Box of Ryuguya Otohime'. You are not allowed to touch anything here. I will help you kill people, and you promise to give me the 'Eight Wonders' afterwards. That's all."

"Big Axe" smiled maliciously, "Hehehe... Mr. Huang, you are so dishonest! It is very painful to hesitate between good and evil."

(End of this chapter)