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

Chapter 381 Because I am a natural born wizard!

Yan Huan put his hands in his pockets, bent down, and said to Wang Ai who was kneeling on the ground: "Let me tell you why."

"Because I am a natural born wizard! I grew up under the watchful eyes of God. I have been under the heaven since birth. It is my privilege to get what I want, and it is my privilege to have everything go smoothly. I can always get what I want..."

"Your Wang family is powerful, but is it greater than the sky? Can your nearly one hundred years of cultivation, Wang Ai, compare with the alchemy method taught by Nanhua Zhenren? Your 'Confine the Spirits and Send the Generals' method is so sophisticated, can you contain the Five Elements and the Eight Deceitful Gods?"

"Don't say that I am going to strip you of your status as the head of the family just because you stepped on the red line of the company's rules. Even if you stepped on the red line, what can you do?"

"This is what God has revealed to me - don't be afraid, beat him to death, and God will take care of it if he dies."

Wang Ai's heart sank, he felt that these words were harsh, yet extremely familiar.

He raised his head with a slight tremor in his body and found Yan Huan looking down at him as if he were scum.

This look was very strange. No one had ever dared to look at him with this look, from childhood to adulthood.

"Tsk..." Wang Ai wanted to grit his teeth, but there was not a single tooth left in his mouth.

From the time he could remember until his old age, everyone looked at him with envy, fear, admiration, or servility like fawning...
This kind of contempt and disdain, as if looking at a bug, is something I have never seen before.

He doesn't like this kind of look!
Bang!

Wang Ai felt relieved and finally understood why these words sounded so familiar.

This is what he has always taught his great-grandson.

Now, the positions are reversed.

"Just because of this, just because we have the capital to be proud, you killed Bing'er?"

Snapped!
Yan Huan snapped his fingers, and the stone spikes on the ground bulged out, carrying Wang Ai's bloated and fat body and flying out.

"Don't be shameless. It was you who killed your great-grandson."

Seeing Wang Ai, who was covered in wounds and naked, Yan Huan felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

This disgust stems not only from Wang Ai's insidious behavior and extreme greed, but also from his arrogance of not realizing that he has brought it upon himself.

"A house that accumulates good deeds will always be blessed; a house that accumulates bad deeds will always have disaster."

"Wang Ai, did you really not expect this day to come?"

Hoo-ha, Hoo-ha—

Wang Ai was breathing heavily and couldn't say a word.

Yan Huan pressed forward step by step and followed.

"Let's talk about the 'Spirit Subjugation Method' that you are so proud of. If others don't understand it, don't we sorcerers understand it too?"

"The spirits you eat will feel pain, wail, and struggle. They are originally part of humans. In a sense, serving spirits is eating humans, and what you eat is the people that others are obsessed with."

"Serving the spirit? You are insulting our ancestors."

Even Hu Tianbiao, who is an animal, would restrain himself from such beastly behavior as "eating humans and subduing spirits". As human beings, the grandfather and grandson of the Wang family are not even as humane as the beasts they are talking about.

"When people die, their souls disperse. There is no one to capture their spirits or send them away. They don't even have the chance to become ghosts. They should thank me..." Wang Ai panted weakly, as if he was running out of energy.

Hearing this, Yan Huan half-knelt on the ground and said with a smile: "People like you are really unnecessary as human beings."

After saying that, Yan Huan used the "Soul Binding Method" to hook his hand.

"Before that, let me see what other good stuff you have hidden?"

A wisp of Yin energy fell to the ground and took shape. The thing was about the size of a seven or eight-year-old child, but had the shape of a rat, with red skin and a green tail.

This ghost is called the Malaria Ghost. He likes to grin and laugh. Anyone who sees his smile will get a serious disease that will last a long time.

When ancient people saw malaria ghosts, they would usually drive them away by shouting and setting off firecrackers.

Received.

Yan Huan put the ghosts into the spirit flag and pulled them out with his backhand. Wang Ai still wanted to resist, but he was in so much pain that he couldn't move. He watched helplessly as the hidden ghosts were pulled out one by one.

A vicious ghost, a soul-wounding bird, a snake ghost...there is nothing else besides these.

"My collection progress has increased by 6% all at once..."

No wonder so many people like to kill and rob.

After taking away all the ghosts on Wang Ai's body, Yan Huan raised his hand and waved it. A stream of light burst out from his fingertips and splashed onto Wang Ai.

Wang Ai's body trembled violently, his limbs began to bend deformedly, his nails quickly grew thicker and blacker, his face turned red, his ears stretched wildly, a pig nose bulged on his face, and heavy breath came out of his nostrils.

Rough hair appeared on the dry and old skin, the fat belly sank, the tailbone pierced through the clothes, and a curly tail grew out.

“What did you do…you…”

"Grunt, grunt!" After a few desperate whimpers, Wang Ai was left with only the intermittent grunts of a pig.

His consciousness was forced to remain awake, and he watched himself completely transformed into a fat black pig.

"Just stay here and witness the end of your Wang family's affairs with your own eyes."

Yan Huan's heart moved as he pleased, and he felt that Wang Ai's fat and bloated appearance would not look out of place if he turned into a pig.

Huff, huff!
The black pig was frightened and ran wildly in the yard of the hut, raising a cloud of dust.

Upon seeing this, Yan Huan raised his hand and waved, and a wooden fence rose from the ground, surrounding Wang Ai and forming a small pigpen.

Bang, bang!
The black pig began to hit the fence violently and occasionally tried to jump through the circle, but its fat body and short legs made it impossible to cross the fence.

"You'd better calm down. A pig that is too restless can't keep up with the guys below."

Yan Huan clapped his hands, and the moonlight spread, covering the pig's body and condensing into a small crescent.

The power of "Taiyin" was used to block Wang Ai's existence, and the results of speculation by some sorcerers could only be "not dead" and "missing".

In this way, it would be convenient for Sima Yi to assist Wang Zhong and his son in resolving the Wang family issue.

"I don't know if that old thief is working properly, so he shouldn't go to the bar and sing karaoke halfway..."

Um--

Yan Huan pondered for a moment, and then his cell phone rang. The caller was Ma Xianhong, who had been sent to help at the Yan family residence.

"Old Ma, is everything okay over there?"

"They are just a bunch of low-level guys. They didn't intend to attack by force, but we dealt with them all." Ma Xianhong replied, but reporting the results was not the real purpose of his call.

"That... Junior Sister Yan has an extraordinary talent in refining weapons. She is a rare talent that only comes once in a century..."

Ma Xianhong's great-grandfather Ma Benzai was born in Tiangongtang. Old Ma, who inherited the "Shenji Bailian" skill, was from the same school as Yan Yue, so he addressed her as his junior sister.

Yan Huan almost guessed Lao Ma's intention and asked, "Don't tell me that you want to pass it to Xiao Yue's 'Shen Ji Bai Lian'."

"Ah——" A drawn-out sound came from the other end of the phone.

"Have you sent it yet?"

"It was originally a simple conversation, but Junior Sister Yan is extremely talented. I just started it, but she figured it out. When you meet a genius from the same school, you can't help yourself..."

Before Lao Ma finished speaking, Yan Yue's voice came from the phone: "Brother! Brother! This thing is so fun! I got you a few Poké Balls, the kind that you can actually play with!"

Well···

The company's attitude towards the "Eight Wonderful Skills" will become clear in a few days, and by then, all personnel related to the "Eight Wonderful Skills" will have to live with the restrictions.

Yan Huan originally wanted to reprimand Yan Yue for being irrational, but when he heard that she had refined a Poké Ball... No, but seeing his sister so happy, as a brother, he let it go.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Tell the old man I'll be home for dinner."

(End of this chapter)