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

Chapter 206: It’s fine if she has a middle part, but could she also be schizophrenic?
"What kite? What are you talking about? I don't understand!" Huang Xiliu hurriedly covered the bloody wound and tried to tighten the thin rope that hooked his intestines.

But the golden rope was too thin, and the other end was connected to his internal organs, so he couldn't grab it. He suddenly froze in place, at a loss.

"I know I was wrong, I plead guilty and I will accept the punishment!"

"I just sold a few mechanical creations and magic tools, and didn't do anything else that was against the will of heaven and earth. You should also understand some things. The Mo Sect is conservative and has always followed the teachings of the ancestors. They advocate frugality, but that's just suffering..."

"Since we have the ability, why can't we use it to cash in? Aren't you working for the company now to maintain its survival?"

"You can use the company's regulations to punish me! I accept everything! I also accept the amnesty, I am still quite strong..." Blood from the abdomen continued to flow out from the gaps between his fingers, Huang Xiliu pleaded miserably, but Xiao Zizai remained indifferent.

"Why don't you understand?" Lao Xiao waved his hands. This time he didn't even bring glucose and IV.

"Look at what you are doing. In such an orderly and harmonious society, you insist on handing guns to ordinary people. Selling 'arms' is a capital crime."

"The company thought that there was no need for you to negotiate, so they asked me to come. And why me? As you just said, it was for survival."

The green lamps and ancient Buddhas, the morning bells and evening drums, cannot suppress the murderous intention. To Xiao Zizai, killing is an instinct that cannot be restrained or changed.

It is better to loosen up than to block. In order to better reconcile with the desire to kill, they can only continue to "rob the robbers".

It’s a pity that the Yellow Stream is not a supreme delicacy.

"It should be noon now, right?" Xiao Zizai stood in the empty corridor on the third floor, looking at Huang Xiliu's embarrassed figure calmly.

It's time to get started.

Xiao Zizai used the Dragon Capturing Technique, and the thin golden rope began to float in the air. Huang Xiliu trembled violently, and then felt a tearing pain coming from his abdomen. The bright silver hook was pulling at his internal organs inside his body.

"What do you want to do!"

Huang Xiliu screamed in horror and hurriedly covered the wound with his hands. However, no matter how hard he tried, the pulling feeling still existed, and his internal organs were being pulled out bit by bit.

He tried to grab the golden rope, but the rope was as smooth as water and he couldn't hold it tightly. Every time he grabbed, the hook and the rope would only make it further entangled in his body, causing him more severe pain.

"No, don't do this!" Huang Xiliu shouted in panic, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

He dug open the wound, trying to take the hook out of his body. When he looked down at the wound, the scene he saw made him fall into complete despair - the silver hook had already pierced deeply into his internal organs, and the thin rope was wrapped around his organs like a spider web. Any slight movement would cause severe pain and cause his organs to be pulled out of his body bit by bit.

"Oh my, I admire people who can face death head-on." Xiao Zizai said calmly, with a hint of emotion in his tone, "No matter if they are extraordinary or ordinary people, when faced with death, people will always do their best to resist it."

"Especially in the case of one's own death, people will lose their sanity, will hopelessly suppress their rationality, and will behave completely based on the instinct for survival, and sometimes they will die because of their instincts."

As he spoke, Xiao Zizai gently raised his hand and controlled the thin golden rope, making it dance faster and faster in the air.

The end of the thin rope was pulling Huang Xiliu's internal organs, and as Xiao Zizai moved, the silver hook began to pull violently.

"Ahhhhhh!" Huang Xiliu screamed in pain. The intense fear of death surged into his heart like a tide.

"Please, stop pulling, stop pulling!" Huang Xiliu almost collapsed. He looked at Xiao Zizai in despair, his voice full of begging.

He stood up as if possessed by a ghost, and only wanted to follow the golden rope, trying to delay his own death in this way.

Huang Xiliu's body was shaking, and he moved in a disorderly manner following the direction of the golden rope, with both hands tightly covering the wound on his abdomen. But if he was a step slower, half of his shocking white intestines would be exposed from the torn wound.

"Well done!" Xiao Zizai praised.

He watched Huang Xiliu being pulled like a puppet. His steps gradually became unsteady and his body swayed with the pull of the golden rope, like a kite out of control.

The screams continued, echoing in the empty villa.

Huang Xiliu began to hallucinate. He saw the golden rope turn red, then pink and white, and became thick and long...

After running around a few times in a panic, his hands dropped, his feet slipped, and he fell heavily to the ground. Crash!

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Rumble!
With a loud bang, the wind blowing through the corridor caught up with Yan Huan and blew the spiritual flag on his waist.

"It looks like Brother Xiao has already started working." Yan Huan looked back and continued walking.

In the living room on the third floor, the air was filled with a disgusting stench, which seemed to come from the elevator shaft next to the balcony.

The surrounding windows were all covered with black cloth, and the circuit had long been cut off, so the entire room was swallowed by darkness. Only the faint light seeping in from the door allowed people to barely see the outlines of some furniture.

Yan Huan stood at the elevator entrance, took out a few seeds, and scattered them into the gap in the elevator shaft.

The seed seemed to have spiritual power and quickly moved through the narrow gap. After touching the cold and damp ground underground, it immediately took root and sprouted, and bloomed into a lotus flower bigger than a human.

The flowers bloomed, the fragrance filled the air, and Yan Huan jumped out from the opened buds.

When they reached the underground level, it was completely dark. They couldn't see their hands in front of them. Yan Huan lit a fire and found that there was a huge cave in front of them.

There was an altar in the center of the cave, and on the six yellow flags surrounding the center of the altar, there was something written in cinnabar.

On the table covered with a red cloth was a pitch-black pottery jar with pieces of rotten meat piled inside, emitting a disgusting stench. Between the black meat, the remains of a child could be vaguely seen.

There was dead silence all around, except for the rustling sounds of something crawling not far away, as if something was lurking in the darkness, quietly waiting for someone to come.

"Raising a ghost?" Yan Huan picked up the clay pot and ignited a flame. The black meat in the pot began to burn. Amid the billowing black smoke, a deformed child ghost took shape.

Among some local methods of raising ghosts, the most popular method is to use newborn babies. The idea is that children's intelligence is already developed but like a blank sheet of paper, and their souls are clean and pure, making them easy to extract, and making it easier for ghosts to recognize their masters and control them.

"After becoming a ghost, have you forgotten even how to cry?"

Yan Huan patted the little ghost's butt, and then a few cries spread in the cave.

Artificially created ghosts do not have special behavioral preferences like the ghosts in the Book of Hundreds of Ghosts. From the moment they are born, they are used by people with ulterior motives to make money and kill people.

Because there is no awareness of being killed, it is extremely difficult to even feel resentment, let alone continue to practice and temper oneself.

Yan Huan clenched his hand and took the ghost into his palm.

Whispers were heard in the darkness; the voices were not loud, but they sounded extremely heavy and distant in the cave.

"Fuck me!"

"I won't do it, you have to do it!"

"How can I go if you don't?"

"Anyway, you can't use my power this time. I won't help you with anything except running away. You have no idea who you've messed with."

Yan Huan threw the fire in his palm high up, and the dark cave suddenly became as bright as day. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw a man holding his right hand with his left hand and talking to himself.

The man had a feminine appearance, with gray hair parted in the middle. In the middle of his parted hair, there was something that looked like a rhinoceros horn.

"What the hell is this? This fire alone is enough to burn us both to pieces." Xu Kunfan was terrified and backed away repeatedly.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stood up straight again, with his chest puffed out proudly, "I am an ordinary person, and extraordinary people cannot attack ordinary people! This is the rule of their circle. The better people are, the easier it is for them to get caught up in some rules."

Yan Huan silently watched the clumsy performance of one person playing two roles, and always felt that he had seen this scene somewhere before.

And this Xu Kunfan, not only does he have a middle-parted hairstyle, but is he also schizophrenic?

(End of this chapter)