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

Chapter 42: It is reasonable for the little witch to raise a tentacle monster, right?

Seeing the person coming, Yan Huan was not surprised at all. Perhaps this was fate.

After a brief conversation with the two of them, Yan Huan explained the situation, and then wasted most of his time explaining the teaching of taking the medicine.

Li and Bai still found it hard to believe, but Yan Huan was not impatient and kept explaining calmly that to say that a pagan religion that was eradicated during the Tang Dynasty could be revived from the ashes would be considered a fairy tale by anyone.

Not to mention, the followers of this food-taking cult are pursuing the absurd goal of reversing their life and tracing their origins.

"It's too outrageous. It doesn't sound fake. I believe it, brother." Bai Yufeng's face was full of surprise and fascination. Perhaps he would rather believe that this was the truth than stories and legends.

Li Changqing was quite rational and analyzed the known facts.

This practice of taking medicine is said to have originated in the Qin Dynasty and is closely related to Xu Fu.

The alchemist Xu Fu did go to sea in 210 BC on the order of Qin Shihuang, leading boys and girls and craftsmen, and carrying grain seeds to the east, in order to find the three sacred mountains of "Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou" on the sea in search of the elixir of immortality.

No one can tell whether the three sacred mountains exist or not, and no one knows Xu Fu’s true whereabouts.

It is only in the legend that Xu Fu once stayed here.

"Alchemists seek benefits and avoid harm, and they respect the cycle of nature the most. Is it possible for them to do something like reversing life and tracing back to its origin?"

Li Changqing frowned and looked at the wellhead. In fact, the answer was right underneath.

"Let's go and take a look. This is something that has been passed down for thousands of years." There was no malicious intent coming from the wellhead, so Yan Huan jumped down.

"I've cast an illusion around you. Come down quickly. Remember to close the manhole cover and don't let anyone fall in."

The brothers looked at each other and nodded, then jumped into the sewer one after another.

A sour, damp smell permeated the darkness. Yan Huan, who was possessed by a fox spirit, had a strange vision, but at least he could see the way ahead clearly. However, the two fellow disciples from Jiange were really groping forward.

"Brother, it's too dark. I'll light a fire."

After saying that, Bai Yufeng drew his knife and pierced his skin, letting the blood flow out.

A wisp of Qi was driven to attach to the blood drop, and suddenly a ball of fire lit up.

Yan Huan looked back and found it interesting. It turned out that this "blood burning method" also had a literal meaning.

Click, click...

After wading along the slippery ground for a long time, the surrounding environment became more and more gloomy and cold. The walls were covered with moss, and from time to time, there were pinpoints of green light floating by. No one knew what it was. When Bai Yufeng's fire approached, those pinpoints of green light immediately disappeared without a trace.

呲!
Gradually, Zhengyang's hair stood up again. In front of him, on the dark road, waves of hostility came. When Yan Huan took a few more steps, the hostility turned into naked murderous intent.

"Brother Huan, I can't cast a curse."

"It's okay, of course you can't get off, because there's more than one person here!"

The darkness dissipated, and the gloomy environment gradually became brighter.

Bai Yufeng extinguished the flame and looked up at the huge building in front of him with surprise. It was a German-style building with a very classical style. From the windows to every supporting white pillar, it revealed a Gothic style.

Being in the compound feels like being in a foreign land.

It is impossible for such an ancient castle to remain intact in the rain, and the waterway that the three people walked through could not possibly leave enough space to build such a spacious courtyard.

"Where have you come from? Is this still China?" Bai Yufeng tightly gripped the hilt of the knife, unable to suppress the excitement and joy in his heart.

It was right to drop out of school and to leave the inner sect of Jiange. Those things were too boring. This was what I wanted to do. There were disasters and misfortunes in this world, and only then did I have a reason to swing the Tang sword in my hand.

"Idiot, calm down!" Li Changqing yelled, "To be able to build such a large scene, don't you know how powerful the other party is!?"

Squeak!

The castle door opened wide. Li Changqing quickly drew his knife and roared, "Burning blood! Explode!"

There was a "whoosh" sound, as if the wind was whistling past, and the fair skin of the man with the knife instantly turned red, with horrifying scars appearing. Gradually, the blood flowing in the scars adhered to the blade and ignited into a dim flame that was neither bright nor dark.

"Burning blood!"

Bai Yufeng followed closely behind his senior brother, infusing the blade with blood and igniting a red lotus, but his flame was purer and brighter.

Yan Huan tilted his head, a little confused.

Judging from Hong Lianhuo's performance, the junior brother is a little stronger, but when it comes to his state of mind, this junior brother is not even a little bit worse. I really don't know who the rising star Brother Xiao is talking about.

Baji, Baji~
The sound of soft and slippery mud squirming gradually came from the door. Yan Huan could see clearly that there was a shapeless monster of flesh and blood inside the door. Its surface was purple and blue, covered with mucus, and its eyes were crowded on it like pomegranate seeds. Its crooked mouth was full of jagged fangs.

"Tang sword?"

"Yuan Tiangang, not only did you massacre my entire family, but you are also going to kill off the last of my clan!"

Yuan Tiangang?
If it really is a monster left over from the Tang Dynasty, that would be too ridiculous.

"By the way, why did this thing take the initiative to provoke me?"

When Yan Huan was puzzled, a bloated and fat flesh squeezed out from the door alive. It was strange that since the monster noticed the swords of his fellow disciples, the hostility it had towards Yan Huan disappeared.

This thing is aimed at Yuan Tiangang.

Swish!
The red lotus fire rose up furiously, and the two Tang swords were swung crosswise, causing a cross-shaped wound to explode on the flesh monster. The scattered flesh and blood that fell to the ground was burned to ashes, making a "sizzling" sound like barbecue oil.

"Is it just a paper tiger with nothing but beauty?" Yan Huan frowned and stepped through the sea of ​​fire that had not yet burned out.

As soon as he appeared in this compound, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

There seems to be the breath of elves in the castle. Although it is very faint, it does exist.

Yan Huan glanced at the two fighting parties, and the situation seemed to be a crushing one on one side.

It seems that they can just leave this to their fellow apprentices. Wu is not good at matters involving flesh and blood, so he will help the two of them to deal with the spirits in the castle.

When the flesh and blood monster saw the Tang sword on top, he paid no attention to Yan Huan and he easily slipped into the door.

The decoration and furnishings of the castle's hall are inconsistent with the exterior style. Inside is a huge altar with an incense burner and some unknown black tributes on the altar, and a huge bronze tripod on the altar.

Yan Huan took a small step and jumped up.

Baji, Baji...

The strange, smooth, wriggling sound rang out again.

Inside the bronze tripod was a disordered collection of chaotically woven tentacles. Part of its body had been cut off and was healing at an extremely slow pace.

"It is a living creature, very weak, and about to die, but it has been worshipped. Although the incense is cold, it can be worshipped for a long time. It is a kind of existence between 'spirit' and 'spirit'."

Yan Huan lay on the mouth of the cauldron and looked down. He had never seen anything like this before.

Reaching out to touch it, the thing didn't seem to have any malicious intent, and the weak tentacles gently passed over Yan Huan's fingertips.

"What is this, sister?"

"Meat Ganoderma lucidum." Qingming replied.

"Why do they offer meat Lingzhi?"

"Tracing back to the origin of life, in addition to self-cultivation, one also relies on taking elixirs and magical treasures to transform the body. Guess why they are called the 'Food Religion'?"

(End of this chapter)