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

Chapter 181: Peachwood Soul-Calming, Gathering of Spirits, Fox-Headed and Disheveled Ghost
Hu Shuo didn't know what Yan Huan was going to do, but since he had pointed out the direction of his home, he really had no reason to stay here. Staying any longer would only increase the disgust of the people in Xiaotao Village.

After thanking Yan Huan again, he hurriedly ran towards the east side of Datao Village.

Yan Huan gazed at the gloomy clouds on the top of the mountain, thinking that it was time to leave, so he took a big step and left without looking back.

Mr. Hu was stunned, "No..."

"You haven't helped me up yet! Hey, how did my crutches get taken away?!"

Yan Huan ignored the calls behind him and went straight to the Hu family at the foot of the mountain.

Hu Shuo's family was not wealthy. They only had a small bungalow. Under the eaves was a pigeon nest made of cardboard boxes. There were a few white pigeons with their butts sticking out, "throwing bombs" towards the door.

Yan Huan climbed over the wall and jumped in, only to see that the shrine in the house was empty, and the surrounding area was covered with dust from burning incense.

There were no signs of fighting around, and everything was cleaned up properly, except for a pomegranate tree in the courtyard that was slightly burnt.

The earth immortal might not have a high level of cultivation, but after all, he was an animal with intelligence and spiritual power. It was unlikely that he would be killed by a vicious enemy and still have no resentment left. Yan Huan guessed that the house must have been cleansed by magic.

"He's a pretty capable guy."

The two little white foxes jumped onto Yan Huan's shoulders, raised their noses and sniffed, they smelled a hint of rot in the air, as well as a strong scent of their own kind.

"Brother Huan, over there!" Bai Ling raised her little paws and pointed to the woodshed full of charcoal.

In the messy woodshed, Yan Huan kicked away the firewood piled in the corner, revealing a rotten, headless fox corpse.

The fox corpse was dry and hard, mixed with charcoal ash and wood chips, and the flesh and blood inside seemed to have been hollowed out long ago.

It's more like a rotten fox skin than a fox corpse.

"It looks like this is the Earth Fairy."

Yan Huan raised his hand and pressed the two fox spirits back into his body. He snapped his fingers and a ball of fire burned the fox corpses to ashes.

The flame flickered, and at this moment, the ashes from the burning condensed into the shape of a fox, which cried out in a mournful and long voice. The resentful spirit cast a resentful look, and it withdrew and jumped out, its target being the unprepossessing short mountain.

Yan Huan suppressed the flames on his body and ran with Hu Yuan, leaping towards the miserable and determined crying sound in the mountains.

The wind that passed through the mountains before the rain became stronger, and the wailing, sobbing, and howling sounds, wrapped in the wind, became louder and louder.

In a clearing in the woods halfway up the mountain, there is a circle of graves surrounded by rubble.

This place has been abandoned for a long time, and the ancestral graves of the two villages have almost all been moved, leaving only a lonely mound of earth. This small grave is newly built.

The fox transformed from ashes stopped at the newly built low grave, leaped up, and jumped into the raised earth.

At this time, the mournful sound in the whistling wind disappeared, and after a while, the wind stopped.

"Bifang." Yan Huan ordered, looking at the earthen grave.

A tender sprout grew out of the yellow earth of the low grave. It first appeared with a peach wood nail in its hand, and then a rapidly growing vine broke through the soil, raising a fox head with its eyes open.

From ancient times to the present, peach wood has been used as a means of warding off evil spirits and can be hung in the main hall. Nowadays, some people use peach wood nails to seal tombs, probably thinking of intimidating the tomb owner and suppressing resentment.

In some time, the resentment in this grave will disappear.

Yan Huan raised his hand to take the fox head. Seeing the empty fox eyes staring at him, he brushed off the dirt on the fox head and stroked it gently.

"What kind of injustice have you suffered in your life to harbor such strong hatred?"

With a light sigh, the resentment rising from the grave pit gradually condensed into shape, and a fox ghost quietly appeared.

The fox ghost has a human body and a fox face, with long straight legs and slender arms. Its skin is a unique gray color, with a special texture as if it is shrouded in mist. Under the gray sky, it emits a dim light.

The fox ghost folded his hands with sharp nails, bent his knees and knelt in front of Yan Huan.

"Young Master..."

"Please help me, sir!"

Yan Huan raised his soul flag, and the spirit of the weapon appeared in the air. An ominous green aura fell like mist.

"Your soul and body are too weak, so you should rest first. If you have any grievances, you can slowly tell me."

Yan Huan looked up, his resentment rising to the sky, almost covering the dark clouds above his head.

"I'm quite curious about what could cause such great resentment."

"Sir..." The fox ghost raised its head and looked into the deep pit. "Sir, you don't know that this resentment does not come from me, the fox. If you dig deeper, you will know where this resentment comes from."

Yan Huan took a step forward, put two fingers together, and lifted them upwards. The soil that was squeezed by the thick roots retreated layer by layer.

A bloody pit was revealed.

The mountain wind and the wailing started again, making the soul-calling flags rustle.

Yan Huan had no expression on his face, he just looked down, and the fox spirit Huang Xian'er in his body began to stir.

The pit was littered with dead bones and filled with resentment, all of which were the result of the animals' irreconcilable hatred. There were cats, dogs, snakes, foxes, pigs, and sheep, and there seemed to be some things that had been crushed into a beach, and it was impossible to tell what they were.

These evil spirits retain the same state they died in before they died, with their tendons pulled out and their skin peeled off, their eyes gouged out, their limbs cut off, scalded to death with boiling water, burned to charcoal with flames, or drowned...
In short, not a single death was a normal one, and each one was killed in the most brutal way possible.

“Sorrow~Sorrow~Mmmmm~”

"Waaaaahhh!" The wailing in the forest resounded through the sky again, this time even more wantonly.

Yan Huan grabbed the ghost hiding in the oppressive forest with his hand.

The ghost had a strange appearance, with hair standing up like needles. It was dressed in extremely bright clothes, an emerald green upper body and a loose dark yellow robe on the lower body. There were obvious wrinkles on its left and right arms, and its hands had four fingers that were flexible and bendable.

This ghost is called the Disheveled Ghost. He likes to appear in places where animals gather, such as forests. He likes living things and never hurts people, but he will come out to advise people when they hurt animals.

Seeing Yan Huan taking the disheveled ghost into custody, the fox ghost immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Sir, this is my friend. It means no harm. Please spare it!" the charming woman pleaded sadly in a soft and charming voice.

Yan Huan loosened his hands, and the chains of rules that bound the shaggy-haired ghost's body broke.

"Tell me, why did you risk your life to lure me here?"

The disheveled ghost propped himself up on the ground with four fingers, knelt down and bowed, "Kill...kill...kill!"

He uttered a few trembling words, and tears began to fall from his hollow, pale eyes. Before they reached the ground, they became a dark evil aura in the air.

"Sir, my friend is so grief-stricken that he can't speak for a long time. I'd better let you tell him the whole story."

Yan Huan sat down, and a crooked pine branch emerged from the muddy ground on the mountain, holding him up firmly. "Stand up and talk."

The fox ghost stood up obediently and said, "Sir, I was originally a little fox in this place. By chance, I got the chance to become an immortal. I was lucky enough to be born into a good family and became a local immortal."

"On the third night of the eleventh month of the lunar calendar, a strange phenomenon occurred. I don't know what fell, but it was radiant with light and had a pure, clear aura. I thought a treasure had fallen, so I thought of taking a look."

"I haven't left the North Mountain yet, and I haven't seen the spiritual treasure yet, but I saw a man holding a Gu cup, trying to do something evil."

"I am not a saint, nor do I have any desire to save the world, but I have some affinity with the local Hu family, so I will not tolerate this villain messing around, so I will step forward and fight him."

"That man was weak, and just when I thought I had won, the night sky suddenly exploded with thunder, and a thunderbolt fell, injuring my roots. Then, a disciple of the Shenxiao Sect appeared, first cutting the tendons of my limbs, then peeling my skin and flesh alive, torturing me in every way, and only when I was dying did they cut off my head with a sword."

"After that, my resentment was not over yet, so I turned into a fox ghost. But that person still refused to give in and wanted to beat me to death. Fortunately, with the help of this friend, I barely escaped."

Yan Huan looked at the disheveled ghost, then glanced at the deep pit.

"So, this peach wood soul-suppressing nail is used to suppress this overwhelming resentment?"

The disheveled ghost nodded.

In order to avoid being hunted down by that person, it had no choice but to take this risk and seal up its resentment and soul with peach wood.

"Then why are you wailing and crying? Aren't you afraid of attracting thieves?"

The disheveled ghost shook his head, with only one of his four fingers exposed, his right hand pointing toward the sky and his left hand pointing toward the ground.

Then he put his hands in front of his chest, spread his palms out as if holding something, and pushed them towards Yan Huan.

Yan Huan was stunned when he saw this and thought for a moment.

After the night of "punishing on behalf of God", I had a preliminary experience of the ability to connect heaven and earth. Now, even ghosts and spirits in the world want to pray to me?
"Is the man who was chasing you named Yuan Tingli?" Yan Huan asked, remembering the two Taoists who were chasing the fox ghost.

The disheveled ghost's head became heavier. "Yes... I followed him... for thirty-one years! Thirty-one years!"

"Don't do evil, don't do evil, otherwise... kill him, kill him!"

As he spoke, the ghost began to tremble with anger.

Yan Huan's hand stayed on the prickly hair for a while.

Thirty-one years.

Yan Huan was very clear about the characteristics of the disheveled ghost. Seeing that Yuan Tingli was only in his early forties, it was clear that he had been committing murderous acts since he was in his teens.

"Have the pure cultivators of the Shenxiao Sect not gotten rid of their violent temper and tyranny?"

Yan Huan walked to the front of the pit and took all the resentment buried in the pit into his hands.

The miserable howls of cats, the terrible cries of dogs, and the sounds of various other animals were all mixed together in a chaotic manner.

"go."

Yan Huan threw the resentment in his hand into the air, "You have suppressed it for long enough, it's time to release it."

Complain about all your resentment and injustice to God.

As soon as he finished speaking, black clouds filled with rain began to roll in again, and some animals with tattered bodies and broken limbs began to emerge in the clouds.

It’s raining in Tao Village.

A winter rain awakens the bone-chilling cold.

Yuan Tingli was standing at the dining table when he suddenly sensed something and stood up hastily. "Everyone, please enjoy your meal. I have something urgent to do."

After saying that, he walked out of the restaurant and looked up at the dark cloud gathering over the North Mountain from afar.

"Finally the fox's tail is exposed. It can't hide any longer. Do you want to die together with me?"

"Okay, okay! Come! Tian Peng Zhenjun, help me!"

(End of this chapter)