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

Chapter 198 The worst time Zhou Yu was slandered

A fanatical look appeared on the man's face. When he heard the colorful paper man calling his name softly, his whole body trembled involuntarily, as if he was attracted by something irresistible.

He lowered his head on the blackboard, stuck out his long tongue, and licked the photo in the center without hesitation.

As the cold touch of the photo's surface seeped into the tip of his tongue, his eyes gradually became soft and blurred.

However, after the licking, his expression suddenly became nervous.

He looked up at the low ceiling, frowning, thinking about something in his mind.

The paper man he sent out carried part of his Qi, and he clearly sensed that the paper man had completely disappeared.

This means that the person who intervened in this matter is much more powerful than he expected.

"No power to fight back?" The man muttered to himself, his mouth twitching slightly, a trace of uneasiness and jealousy flashing in his eyes, "The strength of the people who came this time is completely different from the previous ones."

Even so, his expression quickly returned to calm, and even had a hint of crazy obsession.

"But it doesn't matter," he whispered, looking at the colorful paper man with tender eyes, "Soon, soon we will be together forever."

As if driven by an invisible force, he walked towards the colorful paper man step by step with an almost crazy enthusiasm, opened his arms, and hugged it affectionately.

In an instant, the man's body began to undergo strange changes.

Fine square cracks appeared on the surface of the skin. These cracks were as neat as if they were cut by a knife and quickly spread all over the body.

As his skin and flesh opened, no blood flowed out. Instead, his flesh and blood slowly fell off and turned into pieces of paper that quietly flew away in the air.

At the same time, far above Gongshui City, the spirit that led Yan Huan also exhausted the last bit of its energy.

It trembled gently in the air, dissipated into an invisible breeze, merged into the deep moonlight, and disappeared completely.

"There's still something missing." Yan Huan's green wings vibrated in the air, and his eyes looked down at the dim community beneath his feet.

The cold and humidity of winter filled the streets. There was no one around and it was so quiet that it seemed as if the whole world was asleep.

Yan Huan landed steadily on the central square of Qingdu Mingyuan. His eyes swept across the surrounding rockery and strange rocks, then looked towards the fitness square.

In such a large community, it is indeed not easy to find someone.

Yan Huan sat on the swing next to the fitness equipment, thinking in his mind. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to his mind, and he recalled the smell emitted by the paper man before - that was newly opened paper, with a distinct smell of sawdust and paste.

He whispered, "The fox spirit has come to me."

In an instant, Yan Huan felt a cool breath flowing through his body, and the white spirit possessed him, greatly enhancing his sense of smell.

He slowly stood up, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and all the smells in the air instantly became extremely clear.

Yan Huan walked slowly in the community, sniffing carefully in every corner, moving between apartment buildings, and moving slowly along the street. Finally, in a narrow alley, he caught a strong smell of sawdust.

The smell was extremely pungent, mixed with a sickening damp odor, as if paper had rotted in a humid environment.

Yan Huan's eyes lit up, and he followed the source of the smell and walked towards the basement of a building.

It was dark all around, with only a faint light coming from the old bulbs on the wall.

Yan Huan took a quick look around and found that this small basement was deserted and seemed particularly deserted.

There was a lot of waste paper piled up in the corner, and there were a few square white marks on the wall. It was obvious that a lot of pictures had been posted there, but now these pictures had been torn off, leaving only a few mottled marks.

"He hid very well and left very quickly." Yan Huan whispered to himself and searched around.

To his surprise, there was no aura of elves around, and even the traces of Qi circulation had been carefully handled.

However, Yan Huan's eyes soon fell on the square table in the middle of the room, where he found some leftover scraps from cutting and a few bamboo strips used for tying paper.

"It seems that this person is not only good at paper cutting, but also proficient in paper tying."

The origin of folk paper-cutting can be traced back to ancient religious sacrificial activities. Although it is mostly used for festival decorations nowadays, there are still people practicing this art in the circle of extraordinary people.

Among them, the most exquisite and complex techniques are paper-cutting people and paper-making objects.

But since it is witchcraft, Yan Huan is not unfamiliar with these techniques.

There are two ways to cast spells by cutting paper figures. One is to use the methods of a weapon refiner to transform a pair of scissors into a transit station for the flow of Qi, so that the Qi can be injected into the paper; the other is to directly use tiny spirits to attach to the paper figures, giving them the ability to move and change.

"I also know the same technique. Don't think you can escape like this."

Yan Huan picked up the scraps of paper on the ground, pieced the bamboo strips and debris together into a crude fox shape, and clapped his hands lightly. A small fox spirit attached to it, and the pieced-together paper fox instantly gained the ability to move.

Although the paper fox's body is somewhat inferior to a real flesh and blood body, it is more than enough to track the opponent based on the leftover paper scraps.

"Go and find back the part of your body that was abandoned." Yan Huan ordered.

As he finished speaking, the paper fox made of scraps jumped up nimbly, quickly climbed up the pipe to the roof of the high-rise building, and shuttled back and forth between several buildings.

Yan Huan followed closely behind, watching the paper fox's movements with sharp eyes.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of something strange in the distant sky. In the night sky, there was a paper crane bigger than a human being flying rapidly across the sky.

The paper crane flapped its wings hurriedly and frantically, obviously sensing the approaching danger.

"Want to escape?" Yan laughed and then made a gun-drawing gesture.

Fire magic: Fire gun!

A flame condensed at Yan Huan's fingertips, and a moment later, a fire bomb shot out from his fingertips and hit the flying paper crane directly.

"boom!"

The fire bomb hit the paper crane accurately, and the flames instantly engulfed its body. The paper crane burned in the air, flapping its wings violently a few times, and then fell like a ball of fire, falling heavily into an artificial lake next to the community.

Ripples appeared on the surface of the lake, the remains of the paper crane slowly sank in the water, the burning flames were extinguished by the lake water, and silence returned to the surroundings again.

The man climbed out of the water clumsily. His wet cotton jacket clung to his bloated body and looked exceptionally heavy.

He shook off the water on his body, his face froze, and he quickly looked through his arms, only to find that the origami papers were all soaked.

To make matters worse, his left shoulder was pierced by a flame bullet, and the severe pain made it almost impossible for him to raise his arm.

Just as the man was hesitating, a paper fox suddenly jumped in front of him, staring at him with empty eyes, which felt indescribably strange.

The next second, the paper fox burned itself and turned into a pile of ashes that scattered on the ground.

The man frowned and looked around cautiously, muttering, "Who is this person? How could he know my paper-cutting technique?"

At this time, Yan Huan slowly jumped down from the air, retracted his wings, and landed as lightly as a feather.

He walked closer to the fat, bloated, greasy man and said, "Don't be nervous. As a minor witch, it's normal for you to know some other witchcraft."

Yan Huan stopped and looked calmly at the man who was still on the riverbank, asking in a somewhat inquiring tone: "May I ask what your name is? And why did you send a paper figurine to stare at us in front of the Shanghai Theatre Academy?"

The man glared at Yan Huan fiercely and cursed without mercy: "Of course I want to see if you are a thief and if you have something to hold back! Sooner or later, I will kill all those who harass Qiao Mei!"

After hearing this, Yan Huan couldn't help but feel puzzled. From the way this guy spoke, he didn't seem like a Cao Meng fan. Instead, he seemed more like a fanatical fan.

"From what you said, you are protecting Xiaoyu?" he asked tentatively. The man immediately puffed out his chest proudly and said proudly: "Of course."

Yan Huan was slightly stunned and pondered for a moment, as if thinking about the other party's true intentions.

Just when he thought that this fat man might be just an ordinary person, the man's next words almost shook out the fox spirit that possessed Yan Huan.

"You must take good care of your wife!"

The man said seriously, "Those bastards harass her every day. They really think that I, Zhou Gongjin, am just a name for nothing!"

Yan Huan frowned slightly, took a step forward, and patted the shoulder of the man who called himself "Zhou Gongjin", trying to further confirm the other party's condition.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Gongjin asked puzzledly.

"Look up." Yan Huan ordered.

"Oh..." Zhou Gongjin raised his head.

"Blink, then open your eyes wide."

Yan Huan continued to give instructions, and the man did as he was told.

After analyzing his movements, Yan Huan was sure that this guy definitely did not suffer from any so-called cognitive impairment. This greasy and disgusting feeling came from his heart and was natural.

"Okay, it's okay. Now just grit your teeth." Yan Huan shook his head helplessly and said with a wry smile.

Although Zhou Gongjin was full of doubts, he still did as he was told and clenched his teeth.

boom!
Yan Huan clenched his fist, and the muscles in his right arm tensed instantly, gathering strength, then without hesitation, he threw a punch, hitting the man's jaw solidly, and a rising dragon directly knocked him out.

Fuck you!

Yan Huan cursed inwardly.

What Zhou Gongjin? This is definitely the worst time Zhou Yu has been slandered.

thump!
After being hit hard, the man's eyes rolled back and he fell back into the lake like a kite out of control. A huge splash of water instantly appeared on the surface of the lake, and then there was no movement at all.

Yan Huan stood by the lake, looking at the calm water, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: "I really saw the diversity of species. How come there are all kinds of people?"

Although he is not a member of the Cao Alliance, he is still a major hidden danger to Yan Yu.

It's better to deal with it conveniently.

Yan Huan was just about to turn around and leave when suddenly huge bubbles began to gurgle from the surface of the lake, and the entire lake seemed to boil in an instant.

He frowned and stared at the lake.

Suddenly, Zhou Gongjin stepped out of the water with light steps, and every step created ripples on the surface of the lake.

He seemed unaffected by the punch just now. His expression was calm, his eyes were empty, and with a strange aura, he slowly walked towards Yan Huan.

"I have no consciousness, but I can still move freely. Is there something wrong with my soul?" Yan Huan said to himself.

This is the first time I've seen this kind of situation.

Do not!
It’s not entirely true to say that this was the first time. Similar situations occurred when Zhang Chulan smashed the stove and dealt with Heiou and a group of Ruhua.

However, Yan Huan didn't believe that a pervert had enough chance to cultivate Nascent Soul internally, so he asked someone to fight for him.

“It seems I have to take a closer look.” Yan Huan whispered, and then used the “Five Elements Viewing Method·Golden Dark Eye”.

He gently picked up a ray of golden light and slowly passed it into his pupils.

Instantly, the golden pupils lit up, and he could see clearly what was happening inside the man's body.

"Interesting." Yan Huan was surprised to find that the man's body structure was no longer an ordinary flesh and blood body, but with his own bones as the frame and flesh as paper, he had actually turned himself into a living flesh and blood paper man!
The identity of this paper figure is naturally the famous commander-in-chief in Jiangdong - Zhou Yu.

"Sister Qingming never mentioned this situation." Yan Huan thought, feeling a little shocked.

In other words, even paper-folding craftsmen of all generations have never dared to consider such a crazy practice.

Zhou Gongjin raised his hand and spread his fingers. The flesh between his fingers connected together to form a strange fan of flesh and blood.

He fanned lightly, and with a whoosh, a strong gust of wind blew in his face, instantly splitting the surface of the lake. Driven by the wind, the lake water quickly retreated towards the river bank.

Yan Huan stood in the wind, her half-open coat rustling in the wind.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he waved his right hand forward. Wind was generated in his palm, quickly forming a powerful wind wall that blocked the oncoming gale in front of him.

"Erlang Bufeng."

Yan Huan said softly, the wind wall in his hand was like a solid wall of iron and steel, standing firmly between him and Zhou Gongjin.

Seeing that his attack was blocked, a hint of surprise flashed in Zhou Gongjin's empty eyes.

His arm bones quickly deformed and turned into a longbow. His tendons formed a bowstring. He used Qi as an arrow, injected soul power into it, and shot an arrow towards Yan Huan.

The arrow came through the air with unparalleled power.

However, Yan Huan was not in a hurry. He gently held the soul-calming bell and shook it slightly.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!"

The sound of the bell was gentle, yet contained boundless power. The arrow mixed with soul force quickly disintegrated in the fluctuation of the bell, and eventually turned into powder in the air and disappeared into thin air.

Zhou Gongjin was stunned, and this time there was real panic in his eyes.

He hurriedly gathered his inner fire and raised a huge lava bomb high up, intending to crush Yan Huan with it.

When Yan Huan saw this, he felt a little regretful.

He sighed and said, "Such a good idea for a technique actually ended up in the hands of a pervert."

"It's a pity that this person is short-sighted and has evil intentions. Otherwise, with such a groundbreaking idea of ​​magic, if he continues to develop it, he will become a hero."

Yan Huan decided to fight fire with fire.

Fire element is added to your body!

With a thought, Yan Huan's whole body was instantly wrapped in the soaring devil flames. His red hair became brighter and more dazzling. He stepped out of the flames, with a monkey-like arrogance and unruly look on his face.

He raised his head high, grinned wildly, and stretched forward his right hand wrapped in red flames, forcibly changing Zhou Gongjin's control over the flames.

The rocks of the lava bomb fell off layer by layer, and the flames condensed into a lotus, which smashed towards Zhou Gongjin.

The man who called himself "Zhou Gongjin" was hit on the head by the fire lotus before he could react to what was happening.

"Whoosh!"

As water and fire mixed together, thick fog rose from the surface of the lake. The cold winter day suddenly became extremely hot and sultry. Several burnt fish fell to the lakeside with white smoke, emitting a strange fragrance.

Zhou Gongjin’s figure could no longer be seen on the lake. Only an unburned photo was seen floating down and sinking into the mud at the bottom of the lake.

(End of this chapter)