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

Chapter 293 Yan Huan's speculation, the whereabouts of "Tai Yin"
"I don't have any talent at all. I'm not as good as my brothers, or even the younger generation." Wang Zhong lit a cigarette and stood in front of the green willows and cypresses in the courtyard.

"What's the use of divine painting, what's the use of summoning spirits and generals? In the end, these techniques related to the Wang family's unique skills have nothing to do with me."

"That's why the old man doesn't want me to take over more of the family business..."

"Alas... it's really difficult to deal with prominent families. Thanks to Bing'er's long-standing rebelliousness, I was given the opportunity to return to the forefront. It's a mess, it's better for the Wang family to be a little messy." Wang Zhong turned and walked towards the back kitchen, watching two people hang the dead dog upside down and carefully peel off the fur with a sharp knife.

"Mr. Wang!" The two were surprised to see Wang Zhong following them, but they still greeted him respectfully again.

"Don't worry about me, just continue." Wang Zhong gestured and threw away the unburned cigarette butt in his hand.

He glanced at the half-eaten, bloody dog, and his eyes were suddenly drawn to its claws.

The black ball of flesh was covered with stains and blood, as if it had been constantly scratching at something.

"This dog is interesting." Wang Zhong coughed a few times and tidied his messy hair.

One of them said, "We also think this dog is strange. As soon as it entered the forest, it started biting and barking, and kept scratching at something with its claws."

"Didn't you see what he wrote?"

"This..." The servant hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

A normal person wouldn't notice the marks left by a dog. Can a dog write?
"Mr. Wang, no...no." The man answered guiltily.

Wang Zhong walked forward, rubbed the dirt off the dog's paws with his thumb, and thought for a moment.

"Is it possible? They are all extraordinary methods, so it should be possible, right?" Wang Zhong murmured to himself.

Having lived in fear under Wang Ai's pressure for more than 30 years, he has always been accustomed to being cautious and there is no reason for him to miss even the slightest detail.

Especially since Grandpa Wang Ai was angry, there was a possibility that he might fail to supervise the situation, so no matter how outrageous or unbelievable the possibility was, he could not let it go.

Wang Zhong sent the two men away, took out his cell phone and called his eldest son over.

"Dad..." Wang Lian hurried over and wiped the sweat off his forehead, "Why did you call me to come to Grandpa's place? The atmosphere in the room doesn't seem right."

"Don't worry about those things. The dog died not long ago. See if you can bring back his soul." Wang Zhong ordered.

Wang Lian immediately had some doubts in his heart. He couldn't even please the Grandpa with the half-baked "Binding Souls and Sending Generals" he had learned. How could he call back the souls of dead things?

"I...I'll give it a try..." Wang Lian replied guiltily, not feeling very confident.

Swish!
A trace of Yin Qi quickly wrapped around his arm, and the flow of death energy around him slowed down.

Wang Lian narrowed his eyes slightly and looked towards the dog's corpse that was emitting thick black smoke. The black mist gathered and formed into a twisted and shapeless state.

"Something's wrong, Dad. This dog..."

"That's right, absolutely right!" Wang Zhong's eyes sparkled and he spread out his arms. "So that's how it is. So that's how it is."

Even Wang Zhong, who had low talent, noticed the unusualness of this dog's identity.

"Disperse its spirit!" Wang Zhong shouted harshly.

Wang Lian was startled, but he still did as he was told.

"dad?"

"After all, I only have a vague understanding of witchcraft. Lian'er, let me ask you, is it possible for this scattered soul to be condensed?" Wang Zhong took out a cigarette box from his chest pocket, put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it.

The smoke was floating in the air, and the pungent smell made Wang Lian take a few steps back.

"Even with the Grandpa's methods, something that has been dead for so long cannot condense its soul again. This is the law of life and death, and no one can overcome it." Wang Lian replied obediently. "That's good, that's good... Lian'er, if something happens to me later, you have to be strong." Wang Zhong patted his son's shoulder.

"Dad?" Wang Lian was puzzled and tilted his head. "Are you terminally ill?"

"Nonsense!" Wang Zhong threw the cigarette under his feet and stomped it out, then slapped his cheeks a few times.

"Because I'm the one who's carrying the load in front of you, your life is relatively easy. Lian'er, there are some things you have to know. The things that happen in our wealthy family are more bloody and magical than the TV dramas you've watched."

"Send someone to take the dog down and bury it properly. When the dog's body is half turned into mud, we will go to your grandfather's place."

call--

Wang Zhong sighed heavily, stared at the lifeless dog corpse, and took out the credit card in his pocket.

I have to buy some presentable gifts and go to the company secretly...

"Oh, it's so difficult! If grandpa knows about these little tricks, I will be doomed!"

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Longhu Mountain, Tianshi Mansion.

The moonlight shines through the thin clouds, casting a silver glow, outlining the faint contours of the ancient trees and eaves in the courtyard.

Almost all the lights in the courtyard were out, with only faint lights coming from two rooms facing each other in the corner, like two sparks under the night sky.

The light flickered slightly, illuminating the figures of the people in the house through the paper window.

The old Taoist priest Zhang Zhiwei was wearing plain pajamas and sitting cross-legged on the bed with the Luotian Dajiao schedule spread out in front of his legs.

"Alas... God is really against me. Apart from Xiao Huanzi, the remaining young people are all crouching tigers, hidden dragons and crouching tigers."

"Everything else is easy to deal with, but Zhuge Qing... Zhang Chulan, this unlucky guy, really has everything going for him."

"I should have asked Xiao Huanzi to stay and play a fake match with others... Oh, this is not right! That kid Chu Lan can't bear the honor of defeating the Witch King."

Wow!
Suddenly, Zhang Zhiwei sensed a breath of air outside, so he put away the battle table, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked out the door.

"Whoever's outside, hurry up and come in. What are you wandering around for so late at night?"

The door creaked open.

"Hey, old master, why are you still not asleep so late? What is bothering you?" Yan Huan stood outside the door, peeking out, and greeted him with a smile.

"It's Xiao Huan, why are you here? Come in and talk..."

Yan Huan walked in, and then closed the door carefully after entering the house.

"Old Heavenly Master, to be honest, your words about there being spirits in the mountains have made me run all over Longhu Mountain. I have almost eradicated all the 'Quan Xing' in the mountain..."

"Thank you." Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile.

"You're welcome... No..." Yan Huan waved his hand, "What I want to say is, since you have sensed the hidden thing, you could have just told me where the anomaly is, why did you use such a broad statement?"

Zhang Zhiwei closed his eyes, looking embarrassed.

Seeing this, Yan Huan was almost certain of his guess.

"Old Heavenly Master, I would like to ask, the things hidden in the mountains are related to a certain senior from Zhengyi, right?"

(End of this chapter)