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

Chapter 58: Evil-killing upgrade, exchanging injuries for injuries

The Eight Immortals Table served as an offering table, with fruits, roasted chicken and a large pig's head spread out, and green smoke rising from the incense burner.

Following the smell of incense, Zhengyang led a group of little creatures behind him and became restless. The juicy roast chicken placed on the celadon plate lost its aura after a while, giving people the illusion that it was no longer delicious.

Several younger members of the Huang family jumped around, but they only sipped a few mouthfuls of grease.

"The elves who didn't participate in the contribution won't get much incense. It seems that we can't be stingy in the future. Even for small things, we have to ask for the blessing of all the spirits."

Yan Huan nodded, and a beautiful white fox emerged from his chest, its watery eyes looking at him aggrievedly.

"There will definitely be a chance for you to perform next time."

While Zhengyang and the rest of the Huang family's younger generation were enjoying themselves in the incense, Yan Huan secretly lowered his head and whispered, "I'll cook for you guys later and buy some fat chickens and roast ducks. It's just that my incense is not very strong, so I may not be able to let you enjoy the meal too much."

Hearing this, the little fox curled up, acted coquettishly for a while, then nestled in Yan Huan's chest and disappeared.

Zhengyang was getting happier and happier amid the incense. His figure became a little stronger than before. The quality of this first stick of incense after entering the pass was too high.

All the blessings from the incense offered by Old Chang were passed on to this little weasel.

"Brother Huan, I seem to have become stronger. I have an indescribable feeling."

After eating the incense offerings, Zhengyang happily jumped back onto Yan Huan’s shoulders.

Um--

Yan Huan thought for a while. Most of the Huang family's talents were related to exorcising evil spirits and cursing. The hostility inflicted on himself was the key to triggering the magic.

But as Chang Lao got older, he was always friendly and amiable, making people around him happy. How could he arouse any hostility from them?

Yan Huan frowned slightly and glanced at Dou Le, whose hair was sparse.

"Boss Dou, how about you give me a try by scolding me?"

"Hmm..." Dou Le was stunned, "What are you doing? Why would I scold you for no reason?"

"I feel that as the person in charge of a region, I must have some powerful means at hand. I just learned some magic, and I can't wait to try it out."

Gao Lian, the person in charge of the Northeast, was able to ask Hu Tianbiao, who was of a very high status, to possess him. The person in charge of East China should be equally powerful and be able to withstand any small tricks to exorcise evil.

Dou Le took a few steps back, his hand holding the cigarette trembling slightly.

This sorcerer's methods are extremely evil. Who is smart enough to be a guinea pig for the sorcerer? Is that polite?

It's strange. This kid was so polite before, and his actions and words were measured and proper. How come he becomes like a different person when it comes to matters involving elves?
This is what young people call "Fu Rui"... Ah, no, it doesn't seem quite right to say it that way.

Dou Le thought for a long time and quickly closed his mouth. Not to mention cursing, he would not utter a single word.

Yan Huan thought for a moment and decided to give up.

He looked outside the yard and saw a big yellow dog resting with its tongue hanging out in the shadow of the north wall.

"Look at this dog. If I kick it or throw a stone at it, it will bark at me."

After all, animals have simple minds, their hostility is obvious, and there are few pedestrians passing through the alleys, so they are not afraid of being seen.

Yan Huan suddenly remembered an old Chinese saying, "If a dog doesn't bite, hit it with a stick." This probably describes him at this moment.

Having made up his mind, he immediately acted. Under the surprised gazes of Mr. Chang and Dou Le, Yan Huan ran over holding the bamboo pole placed behind the door.

The bamboo pole hit the ground with a "pa pa" sound. The yellow dog trembled and quickly got up. It looked at Yan Huan with a weird look, then bared its teeth and made a "woooo" sound of protest.

Hostility arises.

Yan Huan just wanted to try out the logic of the operation of the magic, and he had no intention of hurting the dog. At the moment when Huang Zhengyang was added to him, Yan Huan's hair suddenly stretched out and was decorated with golden yellow. Compared with the previous alienation into a yellow weasel, he now maintained most of his human form.

"This mouthful of incense is really enough to fill you up!"

Yan Huan sighed and looked towards the yellow dog, and saw wisps of cool air floating around it.

It is thin and diffuse, yet clearly visible and seems to be within reach.

Yan Huan opened his hands and said lightly, "Come."

The wisp of cold smoke moved at the sound and fell into Yan Huan's hands in a moment.

This thing is not spiritual. It feels numb and a bit cold when held in the hand.

“It’s the embodiment of hostility.”

Yan Huan understood immediately, and his mind moved as the cold smoke in his hand began to change shape, and the mist gradually condensed into a short blade that flashed with cold light.

Yan Huan grasped the short blade, placed the tip against his arm, and slammed it lightly.

Although there was no blood, there was a clear and palpable pain. When the knife touched it, the yellow dog raised its front legs and ran away screaming.

This···

Selling blood strategy?
Even the Seven Injury Fist doesn’t work like this!
The skill tree continues to grow and everything is ready, except for Bifang.

Yan Huan shook hands confidently and was about to retract his magical powers, but just as he was retracting his power, he looked up and saw a hostile force like a tornado rising into the sky not far away, spanning the entire sky.

"Hmm? I have always been kind to others in my life, but I have never made enemies with anyone. Is there any enemy of mine here?"

Yan Huan tried to grasp that ray of hostility, but found that the majestic cold smoke seemed to be close at hand, yet far away in the horizon.

"It's 'Mad Dog' Lu Ci!"

After thinking for a moment, Yan Huan roughly guessed the reason. The hostility had not yet been completely directed at him. It was Lu Ci who was still confused and could not figure out what had happened to his great-grandson.

"But according to Lu Ci's character, even if he can't find out the truth in the end, he will still attack me."

"For the Patriarch of the Lu family, magic is secondary. The main thing is his 'life' skills that he has acquired for nearly ninety years...tsk tsk tsk tsk."

"Hey?"

Yan Huan looked up at the wisp of hostile cold smoke, then lowered his head to look at the group of poisonous insect corpses clinging to his skin, as if thinking about something.

The Eight Deceitful Gods - Teng Snake, is in charge of terrifying and strange things. He often troubles people's hearts with nightmares and hallucinations, causing them to have constant palpitations and cannot be cured. Under the watchful eye of Teng Snake, people who have not cultivated well enough will have their "sexual power" damaged, and one of the three treasures, the "God", will fall into disorder. It can be said that Lu Liang's memory was completely obscured and confused, and Lu Ci could not find anything from it.

However, this Miao witchcraft bit Yan Huan hard when he was looking through his memories.

"Okay, okay, this method can probably be tried."

Yan Huan returned to the yard briskly and saw the two men still standing there in a daze.

"What's wrong, have you figured it out? There was a dog barking outside just now, did you try to use their rhubarb?" Dou Le said with a sneer.

"I've figured it out. Not only have I figured out the technique, but I've even sorted out the things that have harmed Mr. Chang. But Mr. Chang, don't worry. This matter will not cause any trouble to you or the company. Maybe a senior will be happy to handle it." Yan Huan said.

"Which senior are you talking about?" Dou Le took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, asking curiously.

"Old Patriarch Lu, I was too hasty and arbitrary to say that the Lu family kid had lost his mind. After Boss Dou left, I was exorcising the evil spirit for Old Chang, but I didn't know what bit me at that time. The Lu family kid might have been bitten silly by that thing. The Lu family patriarch is well-known in the circle for his behavior. A rising star of the family has been harmed like this..."

"Do you think he can bear it?"

(End of this chapter)