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

Chapter 111 Relatives, Zhuge Qing's Jade

The wind stops at the low wall at the entrance of the street, occasionally blowing up a few spirals, circling dead leaves and flying over the green plants and flower beds in the corner of the wall.

Yan Huan half held his cheek and tilted his head, seemingly not much moved by Yan Fei's tears.

If I ask myself honestly, this is not heartlessness, but after my parents settled in Northeast China, they rarely interacted with relatives and friends. Suddenly, there were more aunts and uncles, so I felt the same way.

The love I never knew in my life...
To be honest, Yan Huan found it very difficult to empathize with Yan Fei's feeling of "losing and finding a loved one". It was really difficult.

But these tears are real.

There was no hypocrisy, no ulterior motives, the air above Yan Fei's head was empty, without even a trace of malicious intent.

Sobbing and holding back his malice, Yan Huan had never seen anyone who could perfectly balance the two. No matter how hard a person tried to hide it, once he had evil intentions, his hostility would be exposed without restraint.
This is also the confidence that the Huang family members bring to Yan Huan. He will not be deceived because deception is also a kind of malice.

"I say, Auntie, there are some things I need to ask in advance?"

“I knew it was you! You look so much like my sister! Uwaaaaaaah!”

Yan Fei burst into tears, broke free from her brother Yan Jiangli's hands, bent down and hugged Yan Huan who was sitting on the curb.

After a moment of distraction, Yan Huan felt a suffocating feeling overwhelming him.

The Wu Nuo robe was loose and not much could be seen when it hung on the body, but Yan Fei actually had a very good figure. When she was hugged, the snow-white jade rabbit hidden inside the robe showed off its soft characteristics without reservation.

"Gu... I'm suffocating... I'm about to suffocate..."

"Ah! Sorry..." Yan Fei took off her mask and wiped away her tears.

Under the mask is a beautiful face, very similar to Yan Xuan. In addition, due to her success in Qi cultivation, there are few signs of being carved by time on Yan Fei's face.

Yan Huan calculated her age and found that Yan Fei should be in her forties now. However, apart from the gentleness and grace brought by the years, she looked no different from a girl of seventeen or eighteen.

"Oh!" Yan Jiangli sighed and took off his mask.

It has to be said that the Yan family members are all good-looking. Uncle Yan Jiangli is thirty-six years old, and his face shows the maturity, steadiness and restrained confidence that are unique to middle-aged men.

"Well, I..." His face turned red.

"I'm your uncle."

"So, aunt, uncle!" Yan Huan raised his head and took a deep breath, "Can you let me say something first?"

"What is the Yan family's attitude towards my mother's betrayal? Why has no one ever looked for my parents since they froze to death in the snow?"

Yan Fei wiped the corners of her eyes, her face gloomy, she looked at her brother for a moment, and pursed her lips.

She clutched the sacrificial green robe tightly.

"It's not that we haven't looked for her, it's that we can't find her at all. We called the police, used divination, astrology, fortune-telling, sorcerers' internal vision, and even the great fortune-teller in Luoyang. But it's as if my sister's whereabouts have been blocked by the secrets of heaven. We can't find her and we can't calculate her whereabouts."

"Until the end, we only counted her death..."

In the 1990s, the Internet and communications were not well developed, and disappearances occurred frequently. With the technology and police force at the time, they were indeed unable to deal with the most difficult missing cases.

Jiangxi is far away from the Northeast, and at that time the police mostly had a negative attitude towards some missing cases, so it was understandable that they could not find the missing persons.

But if even the divination and fortune-telling from the alien world can be concealed, then the conspiracy behind the death of parents must be huge.

"My mother never mentioned anything about the Yan family and the Feng family. Can you tell me what happened back then?"

Yan Jiangli pulled on his second sister's sleeve.

"Not yet. The water in this circle is still too muddy. I'll tell you when it becomes clearer."

Seeing that his aunt was very secretive, Yan Huan began to speculate, "Eight Wonders, the Jiashen Rebellion, or is it related to a bigger path to immortality?"

Yan Fei and Yan Jiangli were shocked when they heard this, and sent out two big ghosts from their sleeves, which rushed in all directions.

After walking through the streets and making sure that there was no one around, Yan Fei made a gesture to keep quiet.

"Xiao Huan, there are some things that cannot be mentioned casually."

"At your age, you were able to defeat Zhuge Qing of the Wuhou School. You can be said to be a leader among your peers. But you may not know that your sister and brother-in-law were also geniuses in their time."

"If two people are put together, they will both die in that vortex. Xiao Huan, you must be careful and cautious about this matter. Think twice before doing anything."

"Also, in the future, when you are outside, you can say that you are my sister's son, but you must never mention Feng Yunyi. My brother-in-law has made countless enemies in various sects and was well-known in the circle for stirring up trouble."

Yan Huan nodded. He was clear about these things, especially the matter of Feng Yunyi, which he had experienced a long time ago.

Don't think that Zhuge Gong is polite now, because he has not thought about the incident when Feng Yunyi caused a big disturbance in the Wuhou Temple in the past. If he knew that he was Feng Yunyi's son, he would really take revenge for the defeat he had done to Zhuge Qing.

Recalling the past, Yan Fei felt a trace of sadness in her heart. Looking at Yan Huan, she felt the sadness, pain, joy of reunion, and a little bit of relief, all entangled together.

"Let's not talk about that. Let Auntie take another look."

"As expected of my sister's child, you are so handsome and charming, and even your talent has been passed down to me." Yan Fei picked up Yan Huan and rubbed her cheek against his. "You must have suffered a lot in the past few years. Do you want to go back to Jiangxi Yan's house with your aunt? Your grandfather will definitely be very happy to see you."

"Some of the things my sister left behind are still in the room. I'll give them to you to inherit when the time comes."

"No, aunt, calm down first!" Yan Huan pulled away and jumped out of Yan Fei's arms.

As adults in their twenties, they really couldn't resist the warmth from their elders.

"I will go back to my hometown in Jiangxi when I have time. But aunt and uncle, you two have to tell me first, what are you doing here? Apart from Zhuge Wuhou's godhood, what else do you want?"

If the goals collide, I don’t know if I can give in when my family members start talking.

"Taiyin and Baihu!" Yan Fei did not hide anything and directly told the purpose of this trip.

"Ah this..." Yan Huan raised his hands to cover his face, feeling a little distressed.

As fellow sorcerers, the brother and sister probably guessed it. Yan Jiangli frowned, "Xiao Huan, you're not here for Taiyin and Baihu, are you?"

Yan Huan shrugged, which was considered as his agreement.

"Hmm..." Yan Fei groaned, "Xiao Huan is one of our own family, so it seems to make no difference whether he is adopted by the Yan family or not, but this matter still needs to be discussed with the old man."

"But if I accept it, it will be the same if I give it to Xiao Huan later."

After thinking for a moment, Yan Fei decided to make a phone call to her hometown in Jiangxi.

Beep!
As soon as the phone was answered, Yan Fei told him the whole story of the trip.

On the other end of the line, the old man's violent and anxious voice came, "Oh my god, my precious grandson is still alive? Give it to him! Give it all! Give it to him if he wants it!"

The answer from Patriarch Yan did not surprise Yan Fei, but Yan Jiangli obviously frowned.

According to my aunt, her grandfather was from a theatre troupe when he was young. When he was at the peak of his fame, it was no exaggeration to say that he was "famous all over the country", especially in Shanghai at that time. Every performance was sold out.

Old Master Yan was an expert at making "divine masks". At that time, he had many interactions with the vicious actor Xia Liuqing, and they could be considered close friends. Unfortunately, for some unknown reason, the latter inexplicably joined Quan Xing, and his figure gradually faded from the stage.

Speaking of her old man, Yan Fei felt quite ashamed of some things.

"This old guy is a feudal remnant. He has a very strong sense of favoring boys over girls. He didn't have a sister until he was over 40 years old. He was not in a good mood at the time. Later, it was me, your third aunt, and your fourth aunt. It was not until your fifth uncle was born that he began to smile a little." "As for his grandchildren, they lack yang energy. I guess you are the only male left by my eldest sister." Yan Fei explained.

Because of this, the old man’s reaction was not surprising at all.

Xiaowu has grown up and is no longer needed. How can he be loved as much as a grandson?

Speaking of this, Yan Huan felt a tingling sensation on the top of his head, as if something hostile was irritating his scalp.

Looking up, he saw a layer of black mist floating above Uncle Wu's head.

Mr. Yan was born into a famous actor family and had a lot of wealth. Whenever he was involved with aristocratic families, he would always have to deal with the division of property.

Eldest sister Yan Xuan rebelled, and this lineage should have been cut off. Yan Huan's appearance at this moment seemed a bit inappropriate to Yan Jiangli.

Yan Huan squeezed the malice and turned it into a caltrop in his hand.

"Uncle Wu, I'm used to wandering around and have no place to settle down. To be honest, some things are useless to me! But if it's something my mother left me, I won't give up even a penny."

As he applied more force, Yan Jiangli trembled as if he had been electrocuted, and a streak of scarlet spread from the palm of his hand and dripped down his fingers.

Tick, tick!
Hey?
Yan Fei looked at the two of them in disbelief, "What about your hands?"

My aunt was quick-witted and realized immediately that this might be a spell that would hurt both the enemy and me, and the caster was obviously the calm and composed Xiao Huan.

There are conditions for initiating a curse, such as possessing the body tissue of the cursed person, the date of birth, or being involved in some negative emotions...

"Jiang Li, do you have something bad to say about Xiao Huan?"

"You're thinking about your property again? You wish all of you sisters were dead, right? I loved you so much when I was little!"

Forced by her sister's bloodline suppression, Yan Fei just twisted Yan Jiangli's ear when her brother unconsciously bent his knees and leaned over.

"Sister...I didn't..."

After a moment's silence, Yan Jiangli let go.

"Second sister, you know Dad's temper. It doesn't matter what happens to us. I'm just worried that Xiaoyu, Xiaoyue and the others will suffer!"

"You took advantage of us when we were little, and now you're saying we're at a disadvantage on behalf of the younger generation? Why didn't you speak up for us then?" Yan Fei pulled her brother's ear and turned him aside, staring at him fiercely with her cold and fierce eyes.

Snapped!
Yan Fei slapped him, "Yan Jiangli, let me tell you, based on what the old man owed to my sister, anything he can give to Xiao Huan will not be too much."

"If you have any evil thoughts, don't think I'm really reluctant to hit you."

Yan Jiangli rubbed his burning cheeks and said, "Second sister, you have already hit..."

"How dare you be so stubborn!"

"···"

Yan Huan stared at the bloody palm, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Fifth Uncle, Taiyin and Baihu, let's each rely on our own strength. We are all family, so when the time comes, no one should say who is being bullied." Yan Huan patted the shoulder of the man whose right cheek was red and swollen, and whispered.

Then, he stepped forward and hugged his aunt, "When I finish my important business in the north, I will go to Nanfeng, Jiangxi to see you and the old man, and pick up my mother's things."

"Okay, Mr. Zhuge, it's time to serve all the dishes for the banquet. If the three of us leave, it will be embarrassing for others to start eating."

"Let's go back and eat first."

Yan Huan waved and walked out from the corner of the street, passing several narrow cobblestone paths. More and more tourists came.

Opening the evil map, Yan Huan located the Longzhong Hotel.

"My dear."

"Compared to that, it's easier to get along with my own elves." With a sigh, Yan Huan's figure disappeared among the passers-by.

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Wuhou faction, Zhuge family.

In the quiet bedroom, a calming incense stick was lit, and green smoke curled out from the incense burner.

Click, click!
As Zhuge Meng chewed potato chips, Zhuge Qing's face, lying on the bed, became more and more ugly.

"The method to deceive heaven, the Seven-Star Life-Extending Lamp!" Zhuge Qing shouted and woke up from his dream.

"Qing, you're awake." Zhuge Meng grabbed a handful of potato chips and stuffed them into his mouth. "Are you having a nightmare? Victory and defeat are common in the military. It's better to just let go of some things."

"That doesn't sound like something you would say, Da Meng." Zhuge Qing raised his head and rubbed his swollen head.

That dream just now...
The battlefield, military tents, gun smoke, flags, horns and flutes, as well as the forty-nine bright lights of the method of borrowing lives, they all seem to be our ancestors' past.

There was also a flashback to the bamboo forest in the middle, and the person I was fighting against was Master Yan?

Seeing Zhuge Qing looking melancholy as if he had not yet woken up from a dream, Zhuge Meng stood up and jumped off the chair.

"It really was a nightmare. Did you suffer from the psychological trauma from the beating?"

"No, I think I won."

Zhuge Meng raised his hand and touched Zhuge Qing's forehead. The temperature was normal, not hot.

"It's not burned. We have to admit that we lost the fight!"

"I mean, I won in my dream." Zhuge Qing turned his head away.

In a dream?

puff!
“My Qing, how could you deceive yourself to this extent, hahahaha!”

Zhuge Qing tapped Zhuge Meng on the head, who was laughing heartlessly.

“Playing the lute to a cow.”

"Where are they?"

"Bai and the others went to eat noodles. As for Master Yan, it seems that he has to go to the ancestral hall to deal with the affairs of the Wuhou Sect."

“Dad is determined to win the True Fire Samadhi this time.” Zhuge Qing opened his eyes, put on his slippers, and got up from the bed.

Asking gods to act as gods and using their divine powers, this kind of thing cannot be missed.

After walking a few steps with heavy steps, Zhuge Qing's sight was attracted by the faint light shining at the head of the bed. On the cabinet there, there was a jade necklace.

This necklace is something Zhuge Qing has worn since childhood. The jade is delicate and warm, showing a green color lighter than jadeite.

Zhuge Qing looked at Zhuge Meng. Da Meng didn't seem to notice the movement of the bedside table.

"Strange?"

"You'd better put it on." Zhuge Qing hung the jade necklace around his neck, having a vague premonition that something big would happen today.

(End of this chapter)