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

Chapter 323: The identity of the tomb owner, the Yuan family’s guardian beast?
Lao Wang nodded with a smile, "He was a recognized master in the medical community at that time. Everyone who practiced medicine knew him. When I was at Jishiditang, I received a lot of guidance from him."

"Senior Zi Zhong is gentle and refined, but it is said that he was also arrogant in the medical field when he was young. The only thing he couldn't hold up was in front of Madam."

Swish swish!
While chatting and laughing, the pottery used for the sacrifice was cleaned up. Old Wang placed the quaint pottery neatly aside, and then carefully put it into an old bamboo basket.

After doing all this, Lao Wang said nothing, grabbed a sharp knife and walked to the pigpen. He dragged out a fat pig swiftly. His movements were quick and decisive, and his knife skills were smooth and flowing, with the white knife going in and the red knife coming out.

The pig fell to the ground before it even had time to let out a few screams, and blood flowed along the ground.

It seems that this pig will be used for sacrifice tomorrow.

Yan Huan stood aside, his eyes flickering, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Uncle Wang, which god is this Xiaojun Village worshipping?"

Lao Wang lowered his head, concentrating on washing the blood off the pig with water. Hearing this, he did not even raise his head, but simply replied indifferently: "Fox Fairy."

"Fox fairy?" Yan Huan repeated, with a hint of curiosity in his heart.

"Yes, it's not a secret." Old Wang raised his head with a deep gaze, as if he was recalling something from the past. He slowly began to tell the legend of the fox fairy that had been passed down from generation to generation in the village.

According to legend, this ancient tomb is where the fox fairy lives. The ancient tomb is not big, just a lump of earth, which is buried by weeds year after year and looks inconspicuous.

Many years ago, there was an extremely poor family in the village. Their parents died, and two brothers were very worried because they had no money to pay for the funeral items.

Seeing that their parents' coffins had not been found yet, the two were at a loss as to what to do but run to the ancient tomb of the fox fairy and cry out their misfortune in tears.

That day, the poor man knelt in front of the tomb and cried from morning till dusk, his tears covering the ancient tomb. As the sun gradually set, the brothers' cries gradually became hoarse, and finally they thought that the fox fairy would not respond to the pleas of mortals, so they dragged their tired bodies back home to rest.

But a miracle happened.

That night, the two brothers had the same strange dream. In the dream, they saw a fairy dressed in silver, who said to them in a voice as cold as water: "Your filial piety has moved the heavens. In this case, the coffins, tables and chairs, pots and pans, and other items you need have been prepared for you. You can pick them up at your doorstep tomorrow morning. Remember, after using all the items, return them within three days."

When the two woke up, they were full of doubts, but holding on to a glimmer of hope, they hurried to the door of their home.

Sure enough, all the items needed for funerals were neatly arranged in front of the door, including a few stone tables, chairs and stools. They all emitted a faint cold light, as if they had just been moved out of a tomb.

The news spread quickly throughout the village. The villagers were shocked and believed that the fox spirit had appeared.

Therefore, whenever the villagers encountered a problem that was difficult to solve, they would run to the ancient tomb of the fox fairy and pray devoutly.

After listening to this, Yan Huan glanced at the sacrificial utensils placed in the bamboo basket and said, "Uncle Wang, don't you think this custom has been passed down from generation to generation? The reason why there are so many talented people here is because of the blessing of the fox fairy, right?"

"Hmm..." Lao Wang grabbed the sharp knife on the ground and his whole body tensed up.

"You've investigated a lot of things! Could it be that you're in the same group with those tomb robbers?"

Swish!
A knife instantly stabbed towards Yan Huan's abdomen. The force was so great that it was far superior to that of an ordinary person, but it was far less powerful than that of a Qi-refining person.

puff!

As the blade entered his body, Lao Wang sighed, "What a pity! I used to like you, but if you want to covet the things in the tomb, I have to get rid of you."

Yan Huan fell to the ground, his chest covered in blood, the knife wound deeply embedded in his heart.

Lao Wang stood aside, holding a sharp knife in his hand, looking at the corpse in front of him with an expressionless face.

"Chop it up and feed it to the pigs." Lao Wang whispered to himself, with a slight sneer on his face. His voice was low and calm, "These beasts have got something delicious again."

He bent down and began to deal with the body with deft hands and feet. The blade cut through the flesh, blood spurted, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood. The meat was chopped into pieces and thrown into the barrel. After a while, the barrel was full of body parts. He picked up the barrel and walked towards the pigsty. The pigs smelled the blood and immediately became restless. They squeezed towards the railing with a "grunt", greedily looking forward to this "feast".

"People are people, no matter how healthy they are, they are just that! If a person is killed, he will die."

"I don't know how many guys like you who are tired of living will be killed every year!"

Not far away, Yan Huan was standing quietly, holding a snow-white fox in his arms. The fox had bright eyes and fur as white and soft as snow. It snuggled up quietly, blinking its long pointed ears from time to time.

In Yan Huan's eyes, Old Wang, who was under a hallucination, was just chopping a large piece of dead wood on the ground with an axe and a sharp knife. Wood chips flew everywhere. Then he pulled out a bucket of water, mixed the wood chips with the soil in his hand, and poured it into the trough of the pigpen.

The pigs rushed towards the muddy mixture, glanced at it, and then walked away with disgust.

Yan Huan lowered her head and gently stroked the fox in her arms, the snow-white and shiny fur sliding softly across her fingertips. "A doctor should be compassionate. Since he is a fellow disciple of Master Wang Zizhong, I had high hopes for him at first."

The little white fox squinted his eyes, enjoying the caress, and suddenly blinked again: "Brother Huan..."

"It doesn't matter. People are like this. Once their interests are touched, all their favorability will be lost in an instant. Let this guy stay in the illusion for a while longer."

Yan Huan looked around and walked into Lao Wang's house.

The house was simply furnished, with a few old photos hanging on the walls and the furniture not arranged in a particular way.

Although the room looked ordinary, Yan Huan soon discovered some unusual details.

The floor was ordinary cement, but the bed and sofa were surprisingly high-end - the soft cowhide sofa had a faint luster and felt great, and the bedding on the bed seemed to be made of expensive high-end materials.

There was a can of tea on the table. Yan Huan took a glance at it and saw the label clearly saying "Blue Sky Jade Leaf". This is the best of Xinyang Maojian tea and extremely expensive.

But Yan Huan was not interested in this, his eyes were soon attracted by the books on the bookshelf.

Walking to the bookcase, Yan Huan glanced over the various books on the shelf. Suddenly, he stopped - a book "Local Chronicles" was quietly placed there, and its thick spine revealed a sense of age.

He opened the book and flipped through it, and found a yellowed and soft map in the book. The paper was fragile and the edges were slightly curled, and it was obviously quite old.

The markings on the map are blurry, but you can still barely make out the traces on it.

Two locations are marked on it, one near Xiaojun Village and the other further away.

Yan Huan looked carefully, his finger sliding gently along the local symbols on the map, his eyes fixed on a certain place in the upper right. According to the map, about thirty kilometers away in the northeast direction was a place called "Jianguo County."

Yan Huan's expression froze and he didn't wait any longer.

Swish!
He used the golden escape technique to teleport dozens of miles away and stopped at a village on the northeast side of Xiaojun Village.

That map was made in the 1950s. The land division is different now. The territory of the former Jianguo County now belongs to Cang County.

There is also an ancient tomb in front of us. It is a typical Han tomb with a tall and oval mound, covering an area of ​​about 1,500 square meters. It is surrounded by weeds and there is a lonely large stone tablet standing in the wilderness.

Yan Huan looked over and saw a few lines of large characters engraved on it: Hebei Key Cultural Relics Protection Unit - Qian Gaolonghua Ancient Tomb (Yuan Shao's Tomb).

"Since the locations shown on this map are related, then the things in the ancient tomb of Xiaojun Village... are they the guardian beasts of the Yuan family at that time?"

(End of this chapter)