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

Chapter 369: Eight Fraud Gods and Nine Heavens, Female Ghost’s Midnight Song and Dance

There is no need to discard anything!
Talking about the great freedom and ease of Nanhua Zhenren, it certainly does not mean the great freedom and ease of abandoning everything.

In this way, Yan Huan also had a single-minded thought and slowly approached the great immortal path.

“Although it’s a pity that it’s not the Eight Deceitful Gods, it seems that I know more remarkable information.” Yan Huan stroked his chest, feeling extremely relieved.

The water spirit Wangxiang huddled in the arms of the gold spirit Qingming, with sparkling golden light falling on her head. She raised her head, looked upward curiously, stretched out her chubby little hands, and extended her index fingers on each side, pushing the corners of Qingming's mouth upwards to make an arc.

The cool and fair face now has two sweet dimples.

Jin Jing Qingming stroked Xiao Wangxiang's head and smiled unconcealedly. When she looked up, Yan Huan was also looking at her, so she smiled back.

"I will open up a path for you as well." Yan Huan picked up the fox spirit weasel on the ground and walked back to the center of the Five Elements. He retracted the soul-calling banner and all the ghosts returned to their positions.

At this time, a small tentacle curled up and gently pulled the corner of Yan Huan's clothes.

"Brother Yan Huan, you were talking just now, I didn't interrupt."

"The grandfather on the other side has been making a lot of noise."

The grandfather that Suisui mentions is naturally Lao Meng.

"Did he say anything?"

"He's wrong."

"wrong?"

"Correct."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm Phuket..." Sui Sui said in a soft voice.

Yan Huan hooked the tentacle with his little finger, raised his hand and pulled it. As the flesh and blood merged, the situation on Lao Meng's side became clear.

"Hey, another eyeball has grown out..." Old Meng happily admired the strange creature in his hand.

"Master Yan, can you hear me? So, you left too hastily just now. The shadow in the sky is different from the yellow sand elf I saw before!"

This news was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise to Yan Huan, and his voice became a little lighter.

"It's different. Before that it was..."

Lao Meng pushed his glasses up: "The one I saw was obviously darker in color. Although it was in the shape of a bird, its body had human features. And the one I saw today was too gentle. The one I saw was very fierce!"

"That doesn't make sense. Let's meet at the hotel and I'll find a piece of paper to draw for you."

"I should have communicated with the bastard earlier, otherwise I wouldn't have gone through so much trouble."

Old Meng sighed.

The two met at the hotel that Ruoxian had booked in advance.

In addition to being a temporary worker, Lao Meng is also engaged in biological research. He has a certain attainment in composition and is very clear about drawing elves, making them look lifelike and vivid.

He was even thoughtful enough to add color.

Although it was not very clear in the yellow sand, the bird spirit was probably dark red feathers, with a human-like abdomen and a bird-like face, like an eagle, and looked ferocious and majestic.

Yan Huan's eyes lit up slightly, "No matter how I look at it, it looks like Jiu Tian of the Eight Fraud Gods..."

"I had a glimmer of hope before, but I didn't expect that the Eight Deceitful Gods that Neijing was asking about was really you."

After saying a few words about Lao Meng's painting, Yan Huan calmed down and thought again.

The identity of the elf has been almost confirmed, and the next step is for it to show up.

But the only clue available at this time was the horrific sandstorm that Lao Meng was unwilling to mention.

Lao Meng recalled the scene at that time: howling winds, surging sand waves, and yellow sand covering the sky and the sun; the sky and the earth were the same color.

The wind blew up sand columns, sand and rocks flew on the ground, and rolling dust covered the sky. The sand hit the face, piercing the bones like a knife, and even the breath was rough and dry.

The sandstorm blew through the Taklamakan Desert and did not stop until it reached the uninhabited area. Although it did not cause any obvious casualties, it still made the skies over the nearest cities dark for several days.

"Could it be related to the sandstorm disaster?"

"What level of spiritual beast can survive in that kind of environment?" Old Meng wiped the cold sweat from his cheeks.

As a biologist, he can experience firsthand the principle of "survival of the fittest". Animals that have adapted to disasters can challenge God, which is really a great achievement.

"It's hard to say. This is the only connection we know of."

Yan Huan made up his mind to wait for the disaster weather with raging yellow sand.

"In that case, we have to go west." Lao Meng took out his cell phone and searched the map, and couldn't help but worry.

"Jun Yan still needs to find something, can he do it alone?"

"It doesn't matter. They have sent reinforcements. The guys sent by the other side this time are stronger than expected." Yan Huan packed his luggage and put on a light blue bag.

Lao Meng shook his head helplessly: "It's not easy to work anywhere. It would be better if I could wait until I retire."

"Uncle Meng, do you really want to retire?" Yan Huan smiled.

Old Meng has a very expensive wife at home. If he doesn't take on some dirty and tiring work, his pension won't be able to cover the family expenses, not to mention that he has a teenage child.

"Hehe..." Old Meng smiled awkwardly.

After thinking for a while, he still felt a little worried, so he suggested: "Why don't I go walk with Junyan for a while so that I can take care of him. When he's done, it won't be too late for me to go over there."

Yan Huan thought that it was already very good to have confirmed the identity of the elf from Uncle Meng. Waiting for the sandstorm is a time-consuming job, and the person in charge of the Northwest Region may not be happy to keep the temporary worker away for so many days.

So he agreed immediately.

"It all depends on Uncle Meng's plan."

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On the third day in Lop Nur, Yan Huan continued his journey westward alone and went to the border between the Taklamakan Desert and the no-man's land.

The Peacock River flows through here. The area around this river system without tributaries has changed from the desolate desert, especially the urban area, where the water is like a jade belt and there is a new scene every hundred steps.

After resting for half a day, Yan Huan turned south and stopped at a forest reserve on the edge of the desert.

Since we have to wait for the yellow sand and strong wind to rise, we can't move back and forth and have to find a place to stay.

The protection of forest areas keeps a close eye on protective forests, and in recent years, there has also been a momentum to investigate and punish illegal construction. Yan Huan could not build a house without permission, so he rented a small house in a village not far away.

"I'll just give you twenty dollars a day. Although this is our ancestral home, it will be demolished in a few days." The owner of the house was an honest looking man who didn't mince words when he spoke. There was something wrong with his house.

"If there's any noise in the middle of the night, don't think too much about it. Just wait quietly in the house."

"What could be going on?" Yan Huan was a little curious.

"Just some singing and dancing and stuff like that... Actually... my house is fully equipped, and I can charge over sixty dollars a day just because of these things..." The owner of the house began to be vague.

Yan Huan understood.

Simply put, this house has been occupied by dirty things.

"Ah! But this is something that you can only believe if you believe it, and not if you don't believe it. The local authorities came to see it at that time and said it was the sound of the wind blowing through the mountains and forests, but they still insisted on demolishing my ancestral house."

"By the way, you're not afraid of ghosts, are you?" asked the owner of the house with a sigh.

Yan Huan shook his head: "I am a staunch materialist."

"That's good, let's finalize it. No need for a rental agreement, it depends on how long you stay."

Yan Huan happened to have a brand new red banknote, so he simply handed it over.

After the verbal contract was signed, the owner of the house left with mixed feelings.

It was noon and the sun was scorching, so it was not suitable to go out. Yan Huan raised his head and saw a layer of ice crystals covering the ceiling. The cold mist was spreading and the temperature in the room dropped instantly.

Through the window, you can see the protective forest outside, including poplars, metasequoia...

The branches and leaves are most sensitive to the wind. When the wind gets strong, Yan Huan will know it by staying in the house.

On such a windy day, I could experience the state of "heart fasting" and "sitting and forgetting" as described by Nanhua Zhenren. Once I entered into a state of meditation, the whole afternoon passed by unknowingly.

The sky in the northwest gets dark late, and by the time the night completely covers the sky, it is already past nine o'clock in the evening.

Yan Huan sat cross-legged on the bed, and a faint singing voice came from outside the room.

The voice was plaintive and weeping, sometimes humming like a lover's whisper, sometimes wailing like a mournful soul crying to the end of the world.

The song is ethereal but goes straight into people's hearts, with an irresistible beauty.

Yan Huan opened his eyes and felt the wind rising. The singing voice drifted with the wind, sometimes far away, sometimes near, as if lingering outside the window, or walking around the house.

Through the window, a white shadow can be vaguely seen, standing quietly under a dead tree, her long hair covering her face, her clothes dancing in the wind, she moves slowly with lotus steps, dancing gracefully.

Yan Huan smiled.

There are such amazing songs and dances to enjoy at night.

Twenty bucks is really worth it.

After the song ended, Yan Huan slowly pushed the door open and walked out.

"This girl is really born with a good voice. I wonder if she can sing another song?"

The white shadow paused for a moment without saying anything, then turned into a wisp of white smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Yan Huan shook her head and did not chase after him. After all, the days with heavy yellow sand were still long. If she wanted to come again, it would not be a bad idea to use singing and dancing to relieve the boredom of her practice.

Of course, the premise is not to scare her.

The spirit flag placed at the head of the bed moved, and a ghost shaped like a wild boar with red hair on its back fell into the shadow of the furniture.

The shadow ghost hid in the dark and looked around, feeling a sense of melancholy that was difficult to let go.

"what happened to you?"

"I just feel that this song is a little familiar. It brings me back to the days in the mountains." Shadow Ghost sighed.

In the past, a group of ghosts gathered on a hill in Jiangsu and lived happily. It was not until Wang Bing went to catch ghosts and subdue spirits that the ghosts were scared and fled in panic.

Some of the good friends who once gathered together have gone their separate ways, trying to find other ways to save their lives, and have long lost contact.

The sad and mournful singing voice just now reminded Shadow Ghost of the beautiful mountain ghost who loved singing.

Of course, there is also a friendship between this mountain ghost and Big Head. As for how the two ghosts met, Big Head never mentioned it.

"Then I'll ask her for you next time you come."

"Thank you, Marshal." Shadow Ghost bowed respectfully.

"Why did you suddenly change your name?"

"This is the result of our discussion yesterday. If you want to command the hundred ghosts, you should use this title."

"Then it's up to you."

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Another day passed, and there was still no strong wind.

The owner of the house came early in the morning for safety reasons.

That hundred-dollar bill felt hot and spicy in my hand all night.

Seeing Yan Huan weeding the yard in the front courtyard, he finally felt relieved.

"Hi, how did you sleep last night?"

"It should be good. I'll feel refreshed when I wake up."

"Hey?" The owner of the house was shocked. "Didn't you hear the howling of some dirty creature?"

"Ghost Howl? It's obviously a sad and moving song with a high artistic value."

"What a joke! How artistic can that be? It almost scared me to death!" The owner of the house shook his head and sighed.

Speaking of which, when I was a child, in order to catch scorpions, I would climb over mountains and crawl around graveyards in the middle of the night without any fear.

As I get older, I become more and more awed by these feudal things.

"It's okay. You don't have to come to me every day these days." Yan Huan advised.

"As the saying goes, if you don't do anything wrong, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door. I think I have done the right thing for myself."

What's more, when a person dies, his soul disperses. Even if he turns into a ghost, ghosts are naturally weaker than humans. Ghosts like thief ghosts and shadow ghosts that are stronger than humans have gained certain skills for special reasons.

Ordinary ghosts have to use up all their strength just to maintain their existence.

Throughout history, how many strange anecdotes are there about people encountering ghosts and ending up bullying the ghosts?

Even if it is an evil ghost formed by resentment, the way it hurts people is through deception and intimidation. Normal people are fearless, not greedy, and not suspicious, so they don't need to worry too much about ghosts.

What Yan Huan said was that if one is upright, he will be immune to all evil.

"Um···"

The owner of the house pondered for a moment and looked Yan Huan up and down.

"You sound very reasonable. What is your education background?"

Yan Huan had attended university in his previous life, but in this life he has been fighting wits and courage with the local government, and is a loser.

"I haven't had much education."

The owner of the house was shocked when he heard this: "Are you a young master who just came out of the mountains? That's why you are so proficient in these principles."

"Can you tell fortunes? I feel like I've been having bad luck lately, and nothing is going my way!"

Yan Huan shook his head: "Brother, you think too much."

"Ugh···"

The owner of the house was a little disappointed, but there was a hint of respect in his eyes when he looked at Yan Huan.

Being able to enjoy singing and dancing leisurely while being accompanied by ghosts, this person must be a master who has learned this from somewhere. The owner of the house couldn't convince himself.

The young master didn't want to say much, so he just thought it was because we were not destined to be together.

After the owner of the house left, Yan Huan stretched and walked from the yard to the street. The daytime was long and there was plenty of time to waste.

There was still a trace of yin energy left under the dead tree next to it. The sun had not yet risen completely, so the energy had not completely evaporated.

Yan Huan pointed his finger and the soil began to turn faintly red. A moment later, blood-red red spider lilies sprouted out of the soil. Their petals were like flames, enchanting and cold. They blossomed in the dry and yellowed soil, making the dead tree look like a den of ghosts.

According to legend, the red spider lily is a bouquet of flowers lingering on the road to the underworld, and is the most loved by ghosts.

"I have no intention of harming you. Please consider this flower as a token of my appreciation."

That night, the singing continued as usual, but it drifted from afar on the wind.

On the third day, the wind had not yet risen, the flowers of the other shore were still blooming, and the singing was a little closer.

On the fourth day, the breeze and the ghost girl's song echoed in front of the house again, and one of the flowers under the dead tree was missing, but Yan Huan didn't notice it.

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On the fifth day, it was another calm day. The female ghost gradually became bolder and began to move closer to the house.

Through the glass window, she could only see the beautiful floral curtains.

This time the singing was clearer, but compared to the previous sad and mournful singing, it had become soothing and gentle, like a lullaby.

"Is this guy trying to lull me to sleep?" Yan Huan, lying on the bed, glanced towards the window.

"How about... come in and talk?"

The female ghost heard the noise in the house and suddenly turned around like a frightened cat, transforming into a wisp of evil energy and disappearing without a trace in an instant.

"Shadow ghost, Big Head. Tomorrow night you will stand guard at the door and see if this person is an old friend... an old ghost."

(End of this chapter)