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

Chapter 322: Tigers and leopards hidden in the mountains, unicorns buried in the fields
"Pay off the debt?"

This word is not unfamiliar in the archaeological and tomb-robbing circles.

Yang Kaiguo remembered the tombs his grandfather had handled in Zibo in the 1950s and 1960s, when it was raining heavily and thundering.

Lightning split the roof of the mausoleum, and three black wooden coffins rushed out from the mountains and rivers. Most people at that time were poor, so they bravely pried open the coffins, and found that they were full of jewels and copper coins.

The villagers regarded the mountains and rivers sending the coffin as a blessing from God, so they exchanged the things in the coffin and lived a good life.

But later, something strange happened. Most of the offspring born to the villagers did not live past the age of eight. Whenever they reached that age, their children would die in the same way, with their blood drying up and their flesh gone, leaving only a shriveled human skin.

This curse lasted for decades, and even caused the village to be left without any descendants.

At that time, Yang Kaiguo’s grandfather said that the things in the coffin bought the lives of future generations. The ancestors had lived through poverty and hardship, and the descendants had to "repay the debt" for it.

"Master Yan, according to your idea, we need to first find out the origin of the tomb keeper?"

"If there really is a tomb-guarding beast, with your strength, how confident are you that you can take it down?"

Yang Kaiguo seemed a little cautious and reserved.

Ever since they took on the mission of finding national treasures and combating tomb robbers, the Feng Shui masters of Yang Gong's faction have rarely been involved in matters of the circle. However, Yang Kaiguo heard from Yun that Master Yan's strength is harder than that of fine steel.

"If we seal off the evil spirits here, I have absolute confidence. But if we preserve the thousand-year-old beasts with flesh and blood, I'm afraid you will have to keep your distance from me." Yan Huan replied.

But the possibility of the second situation is very small. If it is really a big deal, why bother about a little "small debt"?

"That's great, let's get started once we've packed up." Yang Kaiguo suggested.

Yang Jinxin on the side nodded, looking extremely excited.

Although he is Yun's uncle, Yang Jinxin is not much older than Yun. He is a PhD student in the Geography Department of Nankai University, and his courses include Feng Shui. Except for some internships organized by the school, he has never come into such personal contact with a haunted tomb.

"Don't be so happy. There are so many ignorant newbies like you that we have crossed out in our family tree!"

After being scolded angrily, Yang Jinxin nodded angrily.

Yan Huan didn't know anything about Yang Gong's Feng Shui knowledge, so while the Yang family was busy, he planned to take a walk around the village.

After so long, Yan Huan asked himself and realized that he had never done anything against his will.

Since the tomb-guarding beast has existed for a thousand years, it probably has an obsession in its heart. The best result Yan Huan can achieve is to resolve it peacefully and make it submit sincerely.

"Master Yan, don't alert the enemy." Yang Kaiguo reminded.

"It's okay. I'm a pretty likable person." Yan said with a smile, and a hint of charm suddenly appeared in his clear eyes, which shocked the three people.

"See you later, we'll meet here again."

Whoosh!

The wind howled in the forest, and Yan Huan disappeared.

Yang Kaiguo stood there in a daze, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

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He slapped her in the face several times in succession, "I'm a family man!"

"Yun, are the younger generation practicing such sinister methods now?"

Yun shook his head. "Then I really haven't tried it with Mr. Yan..."

"Where has the youthful vigor gone? Shouldn't you all be learning from each other at your age?" Yang Kaiguo rubbed his red, swollen and painful cheeks.

"Second uncle..." Yun had a distressed expression under his mask, "Youth is full of vigor, not stupid..."······
There is an old house at the entrance of Xiaojun Village. The open space around it is planted with green vegetables, and the tender green leaves sparkle with a glossy luster in the summer sun.

Next to the vegetable garden was a simple wooden fence, which enclosed a few fat pigs. They were grunting and digging at the ground in search of food, making low noises.

In a corner of the fence, the farmer sat on a simple wooden bench, basking in the afternoon sun.

Next to him was a piglet that had just been born. Its limbs were trembling and it had just been able to stand up. Its pink little ears twitched from time to time.

After making sure there were no health risks, he squatted by the well and cleaned some ancient pottery.

The pottery was engraved with delicate patterns, and the color of the clay gave off a hint of age, as if it was specially used in some ancient sacrificial ceremony.

Suddenly, the farmer looked up and saw Yan Huan walking not far away, and an awkward smile appeared on his face.

"I lost a lot! I just bet on one, haha." The old man laughed heartily, his tone carrying some helplessness, but more of it was self-mockery.

"My last name is Wang, so you can just call me Lao Wang."

"You look friendly to me at first sight, unlike those foreign ghosts and archaeological experts... You are really strong!"

"Uncle Wang." Yan Huan called out. The moment Bai Ling showed her favorability, all the hostility in Old Wang's heart had disappeared.

"In such a small village, are there any foreign forces involved?"

Uncle Wang took a look at the "big lump". Originally, the mausoleum was covered with various trees. Later, with climate change and human deforestation, the top of the tomb is now bare.

"Yes, I don't know how many foreigners I chased away when I was young. Although this village is small, the tomb is big enough, and there are too many people who covet the burial objects inside to count."

Lao Wang pointed at his right eye and said with a smile: "The villagers may not understand, but I can see clearly that both the ghosts and the previous batch of archaeologists are not ordinary people."

"Neither are you."

"And you are very different, healthier than anyone I have ever met? Oh, I don't know how to describe it..."

"The movement of the Qi of the five internal organs and the Qi of the three Yin, three Yang and six meridians in your body should be smoother and more natural. This is very rare!"

Yan Huan stood in front of the yard, looking at Old Wang in front of him, and his heart was slightly shocked.

The smile on Uncle Wang's face was plain and simple, but this simple sentence accurately described the situation of the circulation of the five elements in his body.

Such a precise vision is probably the best in the world of extraordinary people today.

But if that was the case, why did he fall easily into Bai Ling's spell and instantly have a better impression of me?

Yan Huan stood up in awe, his face straightened, he clasped his hands and bowed, and said respectfully: "May I ask which sect Uncle Wang is from?"

Lao Wang was stunned for a moment, then frowned, with a puzzled look on his face: "What kind of sect? Are all you young people into this?"

He shook his head and continued, "I don't understand these things. I'm just a pig farmer. If you really want to talk about a sect, I was an apprentice at Jishiditang for a few years a few years ago, so I can be considered a member of that sect. But I can't say whether they recognize me or not."

Old Wang spoke in a relaxed tone, obviously not taking the matter to heart. He looked up at the pigpen beside him and continued with a smile: "I have been raising pigs in the village for the past few years, and I really can't remember those things in the past."

Yan Huan's doubts deepened, and he quietly activated the Five Elements, and his pupils gradually turned golden.

With a glance through the golden pupil, Yan Huan clearly saw that there was no Qi flowing in Lao Wang's body. This plain-looking old man was really just an ordinary person.

There are tigers and leopards hidden in the mountains, and unicorns buried in the fields!

"Uncle Wang, do you know the great master, Mr. Wang Zizhong?"

(End of this chapter)