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

Chapter 327 I am Pure Love
"Hehehe, then your life is really missing a lot of fun." The nameless dependant named McCree tilted his head and glared forward with bloodshot eyes.

The naked monkey-like familiar retreated from above with a "swish".

McCree extended his hand and said, "Nice to meet you, but there is something you must know. The structure of the tomb passage has been temporarily changed to bring me to you."

"In other words, the existence in the tomb wants us to kill it here to consume the pressure it faces. I can tell you that before I met you, I had killed three corpses. In your Eastern system, that thing is called a 'Qi Alchemy Corpse'."

Although it is called a golden corpse, it is actually covered with hair and is famous for its bones of steel, invulnerable to swords and guns, and immune to water and fire.

"How about it? I'm pretty strong, right? Cooperating with us is the best solution. Now is not the right time to consume each other."

Different from the purpose of several foreigners, Yan Huan originally came here for the tomb-guarding beasts. Facing a group of foreign tomb robbers, he had no intention of seeking cooperation.

"I didn't expect that there would be international thieves like you in the [List]?" Yan Huan asked.

"There's nothing we can do. The organization needs funding, and this kind of adventurous tomb-robbing is exciting. It's worth it no matter how you think about it." McCree said with a smile, pinching three daggers between the fingers of each hand.

He was silent for a moment. To be honest, this was the only time he felt a little regretful.

McCree continued: "You know a lot. I hope you are not a local official... Of course, it doesn't matter if you are."

Yan Huan turned his head and looked behind him. The way was blocked and there was a cold and damp bluestone wall behind him.

"From what you said, you have official connections with us?"

"Hehehe... Don't try to trick me! If this thing wasn't too difficult to deal with, I wouldn't lend a hand to you." McCree shook his arm and gestured.

Yan Huan glanced at the hand that was handed over and chuckled, "Thank you very much. But compared to cooperation, I still hope to see Western methods, mutations, technology, magic, alchemy... and your familiar, according to my understanding, it should also be a kind of elf, right?"

At this moment, McClay's relaxed expression turned a little solemn, and his accent from learning Chinese came out.

"Are you a tiger?"

"Are you interested in my wife?" After saying that, he passionately kissed the naked monster behind him.

"Please respect yourself." Yan Huan rubbed his arms to get rid of Maomao's discomfort.

"What do you want?" McCree pulled out a bunch of colorful documents and showed them to you.

"How do you think we got in? Who gave us the pass? Who served as our guide? Don't you have any idea? You risk your life here, while they are living a life of luxury over there. Is it worth it?"

"Why not think about how to survive!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Yan Huan suddenly realized something.

This ghost guy has most likely had an encounter with the tomb-guarding beast, and as expected, he was scared by it.

Yan Huan smiled and asked, "Have you seen the things here?"

"Ah, ah... I guess so. It's really an ugly thing, but it looks pretty when it opens its mouth..."

Woohoo~~~
After McCree finished speaking, the fire ghost made a low protesting sound in displeasure.

When the ghost saw it, he immediately stroked her head and comforted her: "Of course you are the most beautiful!"

After that, the man and the fire ghost hugged and kissed each other again.

"No... I can't stand it anymore." Yan Huan frowned, raised one arm, and held a golden spear in his hand.

Before he could make a move, the tomb passage suddenly began to shake violently, and mournful wails could be heard from deep underground.

The stone wall began to twist, and sand and stones fell from the top. The ground under Yan Huan's feet undulated like waves, and the air was filled with suppressed muffled sounds.

With a thunderous roar, a crack suddenly opened up beside him, and another passage was forcibly cut out of the tomb. Then something rolled out of the crack and hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound. Yan Huan subconsciously took a step back, his eyes locked on the figure.

It was a human-shaped being, but it was no longer complete. It was made up of a pile of rotten flesh. The sticky skin seemed to have been eroded by vicious bacteria, and it was dark red, mottled and rotten.

The thing was torn into pieces on the ground, rotten flesh scattered all over the ground, and a disgusting stench filled the air. However, the next moment, the scattered pieces of flesh began to spontaneously aggregate at a strange speed, twisting and squeezing in an unnatural way, and quickly condensed into a complete body.

It only took a moment for the man to stand up again.

Yan Huan's gaze fell on the man's face, and an indescribable feeling of nausea surged in his heart.

The man's face was covered with strange lines, and the deformed lines spread from his forehead to his chin. Those lines merged between his muscles and skin, and moved slightly with his breathing, exuding a strange feeling of being alive.

"That was a close call! In my life, I have never met anyone tougher than me." The man brushed the dust off his shoulders nonchalantly, and his palms slapped against the skin, making a harsh sound of metal hitting stone.

Where was this sent to me?
Swish!
Just as the Southern Emperor had steadied himself, there was a sudden shock in the darkness around him. A sharp murderous aura instantly pierced the air, and then a golden spear came through the air like a poisonous snake, pointing directly at his chest with an overwhelming momentum.

"Are there any more masters?" The Southern Emperor sneered, a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes. He had no intention of dodging, but just raised his arms to protect himself.

Leaving aside guns and cannons, no cold weapons could shake his mutated body.

At that moment, the sound of swords clashing exploded in the air, and the golden spear smashed into his arms with irresistible force.

McCree, who was standing behind, looked at this scene with a sneer on his face. He couldn't help but secretly admire Yan Huan's strength in his heart. The power of this attack was definitely extraordinary.

"Yes, it seems that I was right about him. If we can win him over, we will have hope of escaping this damn tomb together."

However, looking at the current situation, it seems that it is not that easy to win over this Chinese person.

"But... come to think of it, this guy seems to be interested in my wife..." McCree began to think.

"Hehe..." The Southern Emperor laughed evilly a few times, looking arrogant and presumptuous.

Just as he was about to counterattack, something strange happened.

"What?" The Southern Emperor's face suddenly changed. The golden spear pierced his arms like a piece of paper, and the remaining force went straight into his chest!
"puff--"

With a dull thud, the tip of the gun pierced through from behind, bringing out a spray of blood, which splashed onto McCree's face behind him. The tip of the gun was only a few inches away from his body.

Yan Huan walked forward slowly. "Is this the only level of dependents listed in the [List]? I really want to see the other party's senior officials."

thump!
McCree, who was hiding behind Nan Di, fell to his knees with a thump.

"My prediction was wrong. There is no mention of such a person in the local network... Is the Yang family, who guards the tomb, also a favorite of the gods?"

The person who could pierce through the Southern Emperor's body with one strike was not someone he could fight against at all.

"Everything I just said is true. Please let me go! We didn't take any treasures with us during this tomb raid. And you know the [List]. In front of the upper class, we, the followers, have no room to resist."

McCree knelt on the ground with his head down. Beings like them, who were destined to be followers of "Whisper", had no special abilities other than physical deformation.

Seeing that Yan Huan was unmoved, McCree hardened his heart.

"If it doesn't work, I can give you my wife. Aren't you interested in familiars?"

McCree stretched his hands behind him, pointing to the monster behind him. The thing was curled up and trembling in fear because of the murderous aura that Yan Huan had just revealed.

"You are really too smooth..." Yan Huan frowned, feeling unhappy.

Forget it, I am pure love.

(End of this chapter)