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

Chapter 86: Spirit of the Weapon: Three-Wheel Bones, Thief of Thieves: Waste

With the help of the Fire Escape Technique, the group was able to move around very quickly. They didn't even need to follow the originally planned travel route. They could just go wherever they wanted and see whatever they wanted.

Yan Huan walked around Chunxi Road from Taikoo Li and took a walk around the giant panda base, where he saw the legendary "iron-eating beast" that followed Chi You in his conquests.

I have to say, this silly thing is very different from what is shown on TV and what Yan Huan thinks.

Several big black and white balls were nestled there, their fur was not very shiny and looked a little dirty. Under the high frame made of bamboo poles around them, there were large pieces of green glutinous rice-like cakes.

"Hey!" Yan Huan used his innate magical powers to provoke a giant panda that was chewing on bamboo. The panda crossed its legs and raised the bamboo towards Yan Huan.

Yan Huan smiled and said to the two Huode Sect disciples next to him, "Let's go to Wuhou Temple."

The Wuhou Temple was first built in the first year of the Zhangwu reign of the Shu Han Dynasty (221 AD). It has been destroyed and renovated and expanded many times. Until now, it has developed from a small temple dedicated to Zhuge Kongming next to Liu Bei's Huiling to a complex consisting of four parts: Han Zhaolie Temple, Wuhou Temple, Huiling, and Sanyi Temple.

When Yan Huan arrived, there were very few tourists around. Everyone was leaning against the wall with their heads hung down, creating an atmosphere of depression and misery.

"Why do these people all have such sad faces? Aren't they all here to travel?" Hong Bin looked around and asked in confusion.

Something must be wrong when something is out of the ordinary, so Yan Huan and Li Shuyu became cautious and on guard.

"There is an evil spirit..."

The air was filled with an eerie and ominous atmosphere. The evil wind was vague and difficult to grasp. Even a wizard like Yan Huan almost missed it.

"You two, mobilize the Yang Fire in your body first. I suspect there is something dirty here."

Hong Bin and Li Shuyu followed his instructions and immediately used their internal fire to protect their bodies.

"Dirty thing? Is it Qingfeng or an ordinary ghost? If so, doesn't it suit Brother Yan's wishes?" Li Shuyu showed no worry on his face, but instead showed some joy on behalf of Yan Huan.

Several people approached the tourists who were resting in the corner.

"Lady, you're here for a trip, so why are you sitting here so depressed?"

"Uncle, you are the security guard here, right? Why do you look so depressed?"

The two people who were not far away shook their heads at the same time.

"I don't know. I just feel bad and want to cry."

"I can't be happy!"

Hong Bin spread out the thin needle hidden in his chest, "If the heart is weak, you will feel sad. The heart contains the spirit, and if the spirit is insufficient, you will feel sad. Why don't you let me give you a few needles?"

Li Shuyu shook his head.

The Huode Sect is a Chinese medicine clinic and hospital to the outside world. There are pharmaceutical courses and diagnostic methods in the sect. Minor illnesses are not difficult for the Hong Bin brothers, but the current situation is obviously beyond their capabilities.

"Didn't Brother Yan say there are dirty things here? That's the sorcerer's territory."

"Although this strange thing can burn through, it will be impossible to find a way to cure the disease."

Li Shuyu patiently explained to his stupid junior fellow apprentice.

Yan Huan nodded thoughtfully, "Let's split up. This thing can affect your mood. If you are emotionally unstable, you can light a beam of fire in the air."

The three of them jumped away in an instant and ran in different directions.

Yan Huan walked through the corridor for civil officials and military generals, and finally arrived at Zhuge Liang's hall.

Looking up, I saw a plaque above the door with four big characters "Famous in the Universe" written on it.

Stepping in, Yan Huan saw a statue of Zhuge Liang in a shrine with a plaque with the words "Jingyuan Hall" hanging above it.

The statue of Zhuge Liang holds a feather fan, wears a silk scarf on his head, and a crane cloak on his body. He looks elegant and has the demeanor of a famous prime minister. On both sides of the statue there is a servant boy, one holding a sword and the other holding nothing.

"During a normal ancestral temple opening, there won't be such a flaw in the decoration. Could it have been stolen?"

Who is so rude?
Just as he was wondering, the spiritual flag that Yan Huan had inserted at his side shook a few times.

It seemed as if there was an external force pulling it outwards.

"As a spirit, you dare to snatch this thing?"

"Give it to you!"

Yan Huan raised his hand and waved the flag. A huge soul-calling banner was spread out in the Kongming Hall, and the flag moved without wind.

Just as Yan Huan was about to take action, a spirit made up of white flower skulls condensed and took shape in the air.

The front of the thing was a tiger skull, with a deer and a sheep on either side. Their mouths and hollow eyes were filled with a faint green light, flickering. "What is this?" Yan Huan's eyes lit up.

The spirit of the weapon!

Weapon Spirit·Three-car Bones!
"Old Ma, Old Ma, so this is the surprise you were talking about. You are worthy of being called a master of magic. You can even generate spirits from magic weapons!"

"go with!"

"Bring that naughty thing to me!"

At Yan Huan's command, three carts of bones flew out rapidly, making a "ding-ling" sound in the dark green fire. After a moment, dark chains spurted out of the eye sockets and mouths of the bones and swept out of the hall like snakes.

Wow!
In a moment, a ghost that had taken shape was pulled over.

Now that the ghost has appeared, it is time to use the technique of "capturing the spirit and sending the generals".

"Get over here."

Snapped!
Yan Huan grabbed the ghost's throat.

This thing was wearing a red robe and had a cow nose. One foot was on the ground with a shoe on, and the other foot was hanging strangely at its waist.

There was an iron fan inserted in its waist, and behind it was a huge and extremely heavy book. On the cover was only the word "robber" written in official script.

The breath of this ghost is extremely light, and the yin energy seems to gather and disperse, making it extremely difficult to detect.

"It's a waste. Did you steal things and come to Wuhou Temple?"

It is said that this thing first appeared during the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, when it stole the emperor's jade flute and Yang Guifei's gold-thread sachet.

This ghost likes to steal other people's money. It can also steal people's joy and make them sad and melancholy.

"Brother... Big Brother..."

"You caught me." Xuhua smiled awkwardly.

"You can run fast on one leg!" Yan Huan loosened his grip, "Return the stolen things first."

Xuhua curled his lips and sullenly spread out the big book behind him.

The pages of the book moved, and a book on military strategy flew back to the hands of the boy next to the statue of Kong Ming.

"besides!"

Xu Hao flipped the page again, and the ink in the book began to crawl like worms. Yan Huan saw lines of words flying away.

"I got 100 points in the test today. The teacher gave me a red flower and a notebook. My mother promised me to go to KFC..."

"Mom's stomach problem is finally getting better."

"It was my birthday yesterday, and I got back together with my girlfriend."

"I saw a small flower in full bloom on the road. It was so beautiful!"

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Those are scenes of happiness stolen from the tourists' minds.

"Brother, I have returned everything. Please let me go. I will retire from the underworld and promise to behave myself." Xuhua begged repeatedly.

Yan Huan took a look at the thick book and half-knelt in front of the thief ghost who was slumped on the ground.

"I have never had much patience for ghosts that harm the world. Do you plan to break them apart directly, or enter my spirit flag?"

Xuhua's eyes began to roll. Now that he had become a ghost in the banner, he could no longer steal things.

This is either stealing or taking your life.

"Brother, my tricks are useless to the Great Witch. How about you treat me like a piece of shit and let me go?"

"Why is stealing useless? If we team up, maybe we can even get something from the Wuhou Sect in Zhuge Bagua Village."

"Brother, isn't this inappropriate to say here?"

"I'm just kidding."

Yan Huan put his two fingers together and made a gesture, gathering his strength to break the Treasure Qingfeng Order, "But you will really die."

(End of this chapter)