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

Chapter 47: Black Tai Sui's Innate Magical Powers

Is this the pure soul and body?

The consciousness stored in Hei Tai Sui's body could not be devoured and offset for a long time, and the spiritual flag space gave them the ability to kill each other with one blow.

Yan Huan observed the battle situation and chose a rough man as his support. That man had mastered domineering kung fu and wielded the long spear to perfection. He stood surrounded by a group of enemies, looking like he would kill any Buddha who stood in his way and any god who stood in his way.

Such a man with strong martial arts skills actually believed the nonsense of the medicine-taking cult.

Yan Huan suddenly understood why there were so many university professors when he was deceived into a pyramid scheme den in Gansu in his previous life.

As long as you can control your desires and mental confinement, MLM leaders and cult lunatics can easily take advantage of you.

"Come!"

Yan Huan soared into the sky and turned into mist that filled the area around the man. He had always been possessed by the elf, and this time it was finally his turn to possess someone else.

After establishing a connection with the consciousness in the spiritual space, Yan Huan's perception of the surroundings soon became clear and real. He was holding an iron halberd, and there was an undisguised murderous aura around him.

Ahhhhh!
A woman wearing a blue scarf came over with a kitchen knife. Before the old hand could bring down the knife, Yan Huan swept the knife with his halberd and cut the woman in half. Strangely, no blood flowed from the wound. The woman's body turned into black mist and floated away into the clear sky.

The next person to come forward was an old man with strange steps and a Wu Nuo mask on his head...

Swish!
Yan Huan held the halberd with both hands and chopped it vertically.

Eliminating all distracting thoughts, cutting off the other ego, purifying his soul and body, Yan Huan galloped across the battlefield, killing to his heart's content with the halberd in his hand.

There was no splattered blood, no flying flesh, only an increasingly clean and pure sky. Gradually, the smoke and yellow sand-filled battlefield were cleared.

Because the consciousnesses within the Black Tai Sui spirit were all killing each other, the battle ended very quickly, and it was over in just two hours.

"It looks like this is the person, but he has a strong murderous aura and needs time to be properly disciplined."

Yan Huan threw away the broken halberd and looked into the distance. The sky was flooded with sea water, washing the gray battlefield clean and bright. Then the sea water condensed into ice crystals and gathered into a majestic iceberg.

"You did it, buddy!" Big Head staggered over.

Eh?
Yan Huan took a look and found that he did not hold his head with his hands, but was holding a child of about 16 or 17 years old.

"Where did you find this girl?"

"It happened on the battlefield just now. I saw that she was so small and would definitely not be able to hold on, so I relied on her and took her away to hide. You know, my friend, I have a weak presence and nothing will actively provoke me." The big-headed ghost said stupidly.

The doctrine of taking medicine wants to convert even such a young child?
He really deserves to be destroyed.

"How could a little girl like you survive in this chaotic stream of consciousness for so long?"

The little girl rubbed her dirty and worn skirt with her two hands helplessly, "I'm still waiting for my parents to pick me up!"

"Ah~"

Yan Huan sighed and touched the little girl's head.

No matter what, I have found a treasure again.

In this case, there is no need to keep this rough guy. He doesn't like the setting of split personality even if it is placed on an elf.

Yan Huan put his fingers together and made a gesture, ready to detonate the only consciousness. Seeing this, Datou became scared and immediately pulled the little girl back and covered her eyes with his hands.

"It's the same move again. This move is too bloody. You are too young to watch this."

boom!
The aftermath of the explosion sent Yan Huan and Datou out together.

The big-headed ghost shook his head and found himself lying in the place where he had slept not long ago.

"Brother, what did you do to her? How could you have the heart to lay hands on such a little girl!?"

Not finding the little girl, the big-headed ghost became extremely anxious and rushed towards Yan Huan with tears and snot.

"Don't make a fuss, she's right here."

Yan Huan pushed Datou away with a look of disgust. The chains that bound the tower of human heads in front of him broke into pieces, and the human heads floated into the air with them. Only a small group of fresh and tender tentacles remained in place. "Why did she become like this?" Datou blinked.

A small eyeball was held up at the tip of the tentacle, and the grinning mouth on the surface began to speak.

"Brothers, do you know where my parents are? Everyone here bullies me and ignores me."

Hearing this, Yan Huan was stunned.

There are many cases where families are involved in esoteric cult scandals. If a six or seven-year-old child can join a cult, nine out of ten times he or she is brought up by his or her parents.

If that is the case, then her parents must have already become part of Black Tai Sui and died as a result.

Yan Huan knew very well that raising an elf was like raising a baby. It was also a major practice for a wizard to relieve the elves' emotions and ensure their health.

But the concept of death is really hard to explain. At this time, you may be able to use phrases like "you will understand when you grow up" or "you will understand when you reach my age" to get away with it, but that would be both irresponsible and disrespectful to the child.

After thinking for a while, Yan Huan was about to speak when the big head next to him tugged at his sleeve.

"Dude, you have to be careful when answering this. If the child doesn't understand what death is, she won't learn to respect life. We can't be so secretive about death. At this time, we have to be careful to grasp the right measure and construct the right words. We have to let the child know the facts without hurting her too much. At this time, you have to master the art of language."

"Do you understand the art of language? If not, I'll do it."

Um--?
Yan Huan frowned. To be honest, what Datou said made some sense. Although this guy was a little silly, he could occasionally come up with some insightful ideas. He was suffering from "indirect wit syndrome". He was a bit like Feng Baobao and a certain pink starfish.

If I leave it to him, maybe it will work.

"Then come." Yan Huan agreed.

Big Head walked over with his head in his hands, sat cross-legged, and looked melancholy for a while.

Then he said, "Your parents are dead!"

Why! ?

Yan Huan's face froze. Not only him, but all the tentacles beside him were tensed.

Are you the devil?
Yan Huan hurried forward and pulled Datou back.

The big-headed ghost was still not giving up, and added: "Not only your parents, but you are dead too!"

"Okay, shut up. Is this your art of language?" Yan Huan pulled him back.

"No buddy, I'm not wrong. Before you talk to your child about the concept of death, you have to let him know about death itself!"

The man and the ghost were still arguing when the Black Tai Sui next to them started talking.

"Then...if we all die, will we meet each other?" The eyeball held up by the tentacles blinked a few times.

"Oh." Yan Huan sighed.

Forget it, so be it.

Yan Huan had no idea what kind of mentality one must have to survive in that turbulent flow of consciousness, but people would die, their souls would disperse, there was no underworld, no reincarnation, and the soul still existed. If one went out and wandered around, one would eventually encounter some good things.

"You will meet them. You will meet your parents or something else. You are still young, and the world outside is very exciting."

Yan Huan embraced the group of tentacles in his arms, the spiritual flag in the guest room waved, and two wisps of green smoke fell into the body that was meditating.

The elf is added to the body and the black Tai Sui is added!
The child's thoughts changed quickly, and he was immediately attracted by the gravity that he had not experienced for a long time.

“My body feels so heavy!”

Yan Huan moved with the last bit of consciousness left by Hei Tai Sui. As his limbs stretched out, he revealed incredible flexibility. His arms and legs were stretched out like rubber, even retaining a smoothness.

"Is this your innate magical power?"

[Softening], and... [Boarding]! ?

(End of this chapter)