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

Chapter 192 Your Soul Banner's predecessors are really good (4.8k)
Xue Fan, a grave-cryer.

He stood in the snow, squinting his eyes, and recognized that the person opposite him was Zhang Lingyu, a senior disciple of Zhang Zhiwei from Mount Longhu.

Looking at the gradually rising golden light, he sighed and shouted in a thick Henan accent: "My life is so miserable!"

"I finally found such a Feng Shui treasure land with a lot of yin energy, but I happened to run into someone from a famous and upright family. What a pity, it happened to be you, Zhang Lingyu."

Xue Fan pulled down his straw raincoat hat, looking helpless. The two sorcerers, one black and one white, standing beside him were staring at him eagerly, waiting for instructions.

"Boss, what should we do?" the black-clothed sorcerer asked in a low voice, with some hesitation in his tone.

Xue Fan curled his lips, not hiding his intentions: "What else can I do?"

"Such a good Feng Shui treasure land, of course we have to grab it! You see, several uncles on my banner are getting restless. They won't give up until we occupy this place."

As he was talking, Sima Yi came over with a hoe on his shoulder and interrupted, "Well said!"

"You are all extraordinary people. Whoever has the strongest fist will have the most influence."

"Looking at the clothes you're wearing, I know you guys do nothing but good things. But are you afraid of grabbing a hilltop?"

The black and white sorcerers looked at each other and responded in unison: "We are all the same!"

Keep your nature intact and don’t burden your form with material things!
"You are so timid and cowardly. It's really embarrassing!"

Xue Fan looked at the smug look on the faces of the people around him, but he was thinking in his mind.

The grave-cryer knew that Zhang Lingyu was a junior in the Tianshi Mansion. Regardless of his strength, what he was really worried about was the famous "Yiding" behind Zhang Lingyu.

Xue Fan pondered secretly, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

"Master Lingyu, just look at the evil spirits all over the mountain, and you will know that the people here are definitely not good people. The company does not even prohibit the fighting between strangers, so I think Longhu Mountain should not interfere casually."

"If you insist on intervening, then Quan Xing is a dog-skin plaster, and it will probably not be a pleasant experience if you get stuck."

Zhang Lingyu remained calm and said calmly, "Quan Xing, a demon."

As soon as he said this, veins popped up on Xue Fan's forehead, "Do you really want to get involved?"

"I'm so angry. Why did it have to be you, Zhang Lingyu?"

Swish!
Xue Fan raised the soul-guiding flag in his hand and carried it on his shoulder. An eerie and ominous black aura spread out from behind him.

The two sides were facing each other, and suddenly the forest on the path down the mountain was filled with mist, and a pair of dark green eyes slowly opened from it.

Xue Fan and the sorcerer widened their eyes and looked into the mist.

A fox girl with a charming figure walked out of the fog. She had a fox head and a human body, and was very charming. In this cool and quiet snowy night, there was a kind of lonely and strange beauty about her.

The fox ghost Hu Yan'er slowly walked over and said in a ghostly voice that was so vague that it was unclear whether it was real or not, "My young master is breaking through the barrier in the mountains. He asked me to bring a message to you two, asking you to leave immediately and not to break into the mountains or embarrass Ling Yu Zhenren."

"If you insist on pestering me, you two should think carefully about whether you can afford the price of being unreasonable."

The grave-cryer is also a sorcerer who deals with ghosts, so he naturally recognizes this fox ghost.

After hearing this, he did not listen to the advice, but instead became more interested in the mountains.

"Your master is quite domineering. It's a different era now, but he still wants to be the king of the mountain?" The black and white sorcerers said in unison.

Zhang Lingyu gradually felt something strange. The fox ghost had just said there were two people, but there were clearly three people in front of him. There was something wrong with the qi of the black-clothed sorcerer.

As a living person, anger is too weak.

"No, my young master has formal planting and breeding procedures. It was you two who trespassed into the manor." Hu Yan'er explained, waving her sharp fox claws, leaving a long and narrow scratch on the snow.

"This line shall be the boundary, and no one shall go on the road ahead."

The black-clothed sorcerer stepped forward and said, "You are all strange people who can control ghosts. Do you really think you can scare me by bringing out a fox ghost?"

Swish!
The man in black swiftly crossed the line drawn by the fox ghost Hu Yan'er and shouted provocatively, "I jumped over!"

Then, he kicked his legs hard and returned to his original position in an instant, shouting triumphantly: "I jumped back again! What can you do to me? Come and hit me, idiot!"

Hu Yan'er curled up a cold smile, and suddenly swung out her sharp claws. In the blink of an eye, she had ripped open the chest of the black-clothed sorcerer.

puff!

She licked her blood-stained palm and said coldly, "I have never heard of such a request in my life."

The black-clad sorcerer stood there in a daze, his chest wide open, his rotten organs spilling out along with the dirty blood.

The strange thing was that he didn't make any screams.

Hu Yaner looked carefully and found that the man in black was actually a puppet controlled by witchcraft. Only the brain and some living organs remained in his body, and the rest of his body was like dead objects.

Suddenly, the witch puppet made a creepy "click, click" sound of grinding its teeth, and raised its stiff arms to attack Hu Yan'er.

The arms, as sharp as metal and stone, pierced Hu Yan'er's body, but her figure dissipated like mist and instantly appeared behind Sima Yi.

She said softly, "Mr. Zhongda, the Master said that the excitement is enough, it's time to show your worth."

Sima Yi said with disdain: "I am the Marquis of Wuyang, the Grand Tutor of Wei..."

"The Master said that if you cannot show your due value, then you should take the karmic fire from You Guang's body and purify Mr. Zhong Da's soul."

"Oh~ A little sorcerer, it would be great if you guys could deal with him~ I know, I know, Shui Jing is really good at ordering people around~" After saying that, Sima Yi walked towards the sorcerer in white with some dissatisfaction.

According to rumors, there are two types of sorcerers: those in black and those in white. The former mainly charge money to perform sorcery on people and have no morals at all; the latter mainly help people to break spells, do good deeds such as building relationships with others, etc.

It is generally believed that when you see people wearing black clothes, you should stay away from them.

However, some men in black with ulterior motives will change their appearance to avoid being hunted down by their enemies.

"Okay, let's go, the fun is over."

Snapped!
Sima Yi spread his hands.

The sorcerer would naturally not give up just because of such an insignificant sentence.

He picked up the little flesh-and-blood figure in his arms, and the dying witch puppet moved again.

Zhang Lingyu was covered in golden light, and he stood up and jumped in front of the two people. "Since it's Quan Xing, let Lingyu handle this matter."

"Okay!" Sima Yi signaled to Hu Yan'er with his eyes, "This is what the white-haired boy meant. I'll take a break then."

The fox ghost tilted his head, sighed helplessly, and walked towards Xue Fan.

What Quan Xing and Xue Fan learned is called "carrying a banner to buy water", commonly known as crying at the grave.

It is a unique industry that has been passed down from master to master in history. It can summon and appease the dead through crying, and it has generally been used to communicate with deceased relatives in ancient times.

"Carrying a banner and buying water" can be divided into two parts: one is buying water, the other is carrying a banner.

"Buying water" refers to the practice of bathing the dead before burial in ancient times, in order to ensure that the soul can reach its destination smoothly. The filial son wore a three-beamed hat, hemp cloth, barefoot, holding a mourning stick, holding a "buying water bag" (a clay bowl), and followed his relatives to the waterside in tears, throwing a penny to "buy water" to wash the face of the corpse. Standing close to the corpse and pretending to wash the face is called "bathing the corpse". "Buying water" is usually done by the son.

"Dan Fan" refers to the day when the filial son holds a stick with a white cloth tied to the end that flies in the wind. It is called a banner, which is used to inform about funeral matters and represents leading the dead soul to heaven, so it is also called a soul-guiding banner.

The weapon used by the grave-cryer Xue Fan is a soul-guiding banner made from corpse oil. Not only can it guide souls and spirits, but the wounds it inflicts will also cause corruption and necrosis.

The banner is nourished by corpse oil. When hit by the banner, the spirit on the banner will invade the enemy's body along with the corpse poison.

Crying and crying will make the living weak, and the undead will take advantage of the opportunity to sneak in and deprive the body of its control.

Xue Fan stood outside the scratches on the snow, hesitant. He had just vowed to succeed, but when he really crossed the line, he felt an indescribable strange feeling in his heart.

It's like repeatedly testing the edge of death...

Looking back at the younger generation who was fighting with Zhang Lingyu, he was already at a disadvantage, not to mention there was a strange being who claimed to be "Marquis Wuyang of Wei" waiting next to him. If he could win this fight, three generations of his ancestors would be very proud.

"It's such a great piece of land, what a pity..."

Xue Fan sighed, took a few steps back, and moved away from the traces in the snow, finally figuring it out.

There is an old Chinese saying that goes, "A man of insight is a hero." There is no reason to risk your life alone and provoke a sorcerer whose strength you don't know.

Crunch~crunch~
Xue Fan stepped on the wet snow and wanted to call his younger brothers to return together, but the next second, he somehow crossed the snow line and walked straight towards the mountainside.

"Why?" Xue Fan, with a worried look on his face, opened his eyes wide and stared at the Soul Flag in his hand in disbelief.

He had no intention of entering the mountain, but the old seniors in the banners forcibly pulled him in.

"Oh~ my old uncle, old grandfather, aren't you harming me?"

"I don't know if I'm scared, but I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach. What did I eat to upset my stomach?"

Gululu~
Xue Fan's stomach was churning and his back door was so swollen that it was almost lost.

After walking a few steps with difficulty and reaching a spacious open space halfway up the mountain, he couldn't help but think about going into the woods to take care of an urgent matter.

Xue Fan found a huge rock and prepared to relieve himself. Before he took off his pants, he saw a yellow fox squatting on the rock with its feet together, which actually looked a bit like a human.

"Do you think I look like a human?" The yellow-skinned man bowed with a hint of cunning in his eyes.

Xue Fan was stunned. Could this be the legendary yellow-skinned man asking for a title?

This kind of strange thing that only circulated in folk tales actually happened to me?
How to answer this?

As he pondered, some rumors about the yellow-skinned man flashed through his mind.

If the answer is "yes", the yellow-skinned man will steal some of his blessings, and may even implicate the person who bestowed the title, and make him bear a certain part of the karma of sin.

If you answer "no", you will probably be envied and retaliated against by the yellow-skinned man in the future.

After thinking for a long time, he suddenly remembered the countermeasures given by the older generation. At this time, the best way is to just curse.

So Xue Fan said viciously: "Fuck you, you beast! You don't practice well, but you still want to take shortcuts? Get out of my way now, or I will beat you to death with my banner!"

He waved the soul flag in his hand in a protest, trying to scare away the yellow-skinned creature.

However, the next second, his stomach and intestines suddenly spasmed violently. The pain made him break out in cold sweats and he couldn't help vomiting.

"Tell me, do I look like a human?" The yellow-skinned man repeated it again, his tone neither hurried nor slow, but it made it even more weird.

Xue Fan's face was ashen at this moment. The scene was too bizarre and made him feel at a loss as the feeling of fear instantly swept through his body like a tide.

The constant urge to defecate made Xue Fan clamp his legs tightly together, and his body trembled slightly with fear.

However, he finally suppressed his inner fear, tried to calm himself down, and finally he figured it out.

All this is witchcraft!

He took a deep breath and said, "Xue Fan, the grave-crying master of Quanxing, has strayed into your precious place. I have no choice but to do so. Please give me some convenience."

However, in the silent snowy night, the only response he got was deathly silence. Only the yellow-skinned man was still standing, bowing with his hands clasped, and asking over and over again:

"Do I look human to you?"

Xue Fan was groaning in his heart. As a man who had cried at graves all his life and had been called back to life by others countless times, this was the first time he had encountered such a strange situation, being harassed by a yellow-skinned man who was calling his soul back.

Finally, he shouted helplessly: "I'm scared of you! You act like a human, just act like a human!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Fan suddenly felt a pain as if his soul was being torn apart, as if something was forcibly peeled out of his body and flew directly towards the yellow-skinned man.

The little weasel cheered and jumped lightly off the stone and landed on Yan Huan's shoulder not far away.

"Brother Huan, I got it!"

"I got his blessing!" the little weasel said excitedly, with a proud gleam in his eyes.

Fate is the blessing destined for a person, and it will not increase by a single cent in his lifetime.

Once it is stolen, the rest of your life will gradually be shrouded in disasters, all blessings and luck will be lost, and you will even be abandoned by heaven and earth.

This is exactly the innate magical power that Zhengyang obtained after his advancement - he can make deals with others by asking for titles and transfer blessings. Yan Huan calls this ability "business skills."

"You...you took away my fortune?"

Xue Fan's eyes widened with anger, he staggered to his feet with gritted teeth, and clenched the banner in his hand.

With little fortune, little fate, and many misfortunes, won't you be doomed to misfortune in the future?

"My life is so miserable~" Xue Fan cried and lamented, "I thought I had found a treasure, but I was cheated and my fortune was lost. My life is getting more and more miserable~"

With resentment hidden in his heart, Xue Fan burst into tears, but this crying was not an ordinary wailing, but a real spell.

It is called "crying at the grave", but in fact it is calling for the soul.

When the crying sounded, Yan Huan immediately felt a faint soul fluctuation. The crying sound seemed to slowly cut the connection between "life" and "soul", and the attachment between soul and body was becoming increasingly weak.

"I see."

Yan Huan thought about it and understood Xue Fan's real method of "carrying a banner to buy water".

The soul attached to the body will be weakened and its vitality will be reduced. The ghost living in the soul flag will take advantage of the opportunity and will be able to occupy the body of the poisoned person little by little as the corpse poison breaks through the body.

This method is obviously much lower-level than the "Soul Binding and General Sent" method which can directly insert the soul into the body.

Pfft!

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound coming from Xue Fan's back door. The pain made him unable to help but stand up while crying and howling.

He waved the Soul Flag, not caring about the loose gate, and attacked all around without any method. It was obvious that he was pushed into a corner and didn't even care about his image.

"What a ruthless guy!" Yan Huan sighed to himself upon seeing this, then took a few steps back and dodged lightly.

Xue Fan shouted angrily: "My stomach hurts and I have diarrhea. I am so miserable. What's wrong with you letting me fight? I am such a miserable person~"

"Okay." Yan Huan replied.

"Huh?" Xue Fan, who was still swinging the club messily, suddenly froze.

"Are you serious?"

Seeing Yan Huan didn't move, he didn't hesitate and hit him with the stick.

Snapped!
Yan Huan grabbed the rod head coated with corpse poison with one hand and pulled down the white cloth strips one by one.

Then, he pulled with the hook again. The soul flag did not leave his hand, but the ghost hiding in the top of the pole was pulled out.

"Uncle! Grandpa! Third uncle!"

Xue Fan was so anxious that he couldn't even cry.

"Why is this happening!?"

Yan Huan grabbed five strands of eerie black air with one hand, clenched his palm, and trapped the violently struggling ghost in his palm.

"You seniors are really great, lend them to me!"

Forcibly taking away the soul! ?
"Oh my god! My seniors, you rushed up here with such confidence, just to get it for free? You put me in this situation!"

"No, no, no!" Xue Fan thought for a moment and said in a low voice, "Even if this is possible, the corpse poison applied to my banner is no joke..."

“Things like poison are easy to decompose once you understand their structure.” Yan Huan spread out his palms again. His skin was intact. Not only was there no corrosion or decay, there wasn’t even a scratch.

thump!
Xue Fan collapsed to the ground weakly, looking at the empty, useless Soul Banner, stunned.

"But your style of carrying banners and buying water has given me a lot of inspiration."

The Soul Flag can actually be used like this!

Whoosh!

Yan Huan raised the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, this time it was only the size of his body, and in his hand it was about the same length as Xue Fan's Filial Piety Stick.

Then, he stuffed all five ghosts into one end of the soul flagpole.

This Ten Thousand Souls Banner was refined twice using the bone strength of three carts. The person who handled it was Ma Xianhong, who had learned the "Divine Machine Hundred Refinements". One can imagine how tough it is, and it can also be used as a fighting weapon.

Hiding the soul in the top of the flagpole is extremely difficult to be discovered, so it is much more convenient to use it to ambush people when you meet some shrewd sorcerers.

(End of this chapter)