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

Chapter 328 What evil whispers, I can't understand them at all

A wizard can establish a long-term companionship with a Western familiar and gain agency over its soul, or sacrifice his own soul in exchange for power from a powerful familiar.

McCree is an unknown follower in the [List]. In terms of strength, he is ranked at the bottom of the class. His use of familiars is only to satisfy his own abnormal sexual fetishes.

puff!

The Southern Emperor spat out a mouthful of dirty blood and touched the golden light with his hands. The intense burning pain damaged the skin on his palms. The gradually blurred flesh and blood healed under the repair of the alienated body, but was stabbed again, and the cycle continued over and over again.

"This oriental man's ability has obvious destructive effects, and the wound cannot heal itself..."

call--

He closed his eyes, gathered his strength, and made sufficient mental preparation.

Ahhhhh!

The Southern Emperor clenched the golden spear with both hands, the flesh on his palms was cut by the sharp edge, leaving only white bones. With a "puff", the golden light was drawn out from his abdomen, and blood splattered everywhere, splashing on the damp walls on both sides.

"I never thought that the local gravekeeper would be so skilled. I'll take the blame for you this time." The Southern Emperor glanced at McCree who was kneeling on the ground.

"We are converts to 'evil' and have never done anything good in our lives. We have no right to blame anyone when we die. From the moment we accepted the 'whisper', our lives are no longer our own."

"Hurry up and stand up gracefully." Emperor Nan covered the gaping hole in his chest. His deformed and twisted flesh and blood squirmed into the hole, slowly filling the gap.

Three shining blades were pulled out and the swords were pointed at Yan Huan who was standing beside them.

"Come on, let's continue."

Yan Huan raised his head and responded, "Come!"

If you want to get involved in this business, you must admit your mistakes when you make them and stand at attention when you get beaten.

Compared to the slick and calculating McCree, Yan Huan really prefers guys who dare to die with dignity.

"You will regret fighting the [List]..."

"Woooooo!" The Southern Emperor roared and rushed towards Yan Huan.

He approached with a suffocating pressure, and the rotting flesh and blood squirmed as if alive, like a disgusting fluid, twisting and expanding along every inch of his skin, splashing and scattering with every step.

blah blah blah!
Pieces of rotten flesh flew everywhere, splattering the narrow tomb passage and emitting a pungent stench.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Huan was surrounded by bloody fragments, as if he was in a sea of ​​blood and corpses. The pieces of flesh stuck to the walls and the ground, slippery and sticky, and pressed forward step by step.

"Something is spreading around..." A cold light flashed in Yan Huan's eyes, and he vaguely realized that something was wrong.

McCree, who was kneeling on the ground opposite him, suddenly let out a cold laugh, with a vicious light in his eyes.

"It seems you still don't understand!" McCree stared at Yan Huan with a malicious smile, "We don't need to defeat you at all."

"All I need to do is use the mutated flesh and blood on my body to infect you. Once you accept the 'Whisper of Evil', no matter how strong you are, you will eventually become a lackey of the senior officials of the [List]."

After being infected, the existence of classes cannot be crossed, and all infected people are completely dominated by the preferences of "evil".

Yan Huan leaped back suddenly, his sorcerer’s intuition playing tricks on him.

An indescribable feeling of nausea surged from all directions, the kind of discomfort that I had not experienced in a long time, just like accidentally stepping on a bug on the street, the low and harsh "popping sound" echoed in my ears, the crushed insect pulp under my feet stuck to the soles of my shoes, and I felt a chill in my heart with every step.

Whoosh!

Yan Huan waved his hand and flames burst out from his palm. The raging flames rose into the air, burning the mountain of rotten meat that was coming towards him.

The flames instantly enveloped the entire tomb passage, colliding with the sticky flesh and blood. The air was filled with a pungent burnt smell. The rotten meat was burned and made a "sizzling" sound, with the smell of burnt and corruption intertwined.

In the firelight, the Southern Emperor’s wails echoed miserably, tearing his heart apart.

After a while, the flames gradually died down and the rotten meat was burned to ashes.

Yan Huan looked down and saw only a charred remains at his feet - a half-open mouth that was almost charred, hanging on the charred meat, trembling slightly. The half-open mouth opened with difficulty and made a sporadic sound: "It's useless... The infection of 'evil' is not limited to flesh and blood... In the microscopic world that you can't see, the virus has begun to spread..."

As soon as the words fell, the mouth completely lost its life and turned into a charred ash that dissipated with the wind.

Yan Huan's expression froze and he was secretly shaken in his heart. At this moment, McCree slowly stood up from the shadow of the fire, stroked his curly blond hair that was burned by the fire, and smiled sarcastically.

"Haha, so that's how it is!" He whispered to himself, with a hint of sinister joy in his eyes, "Turning the enemy into one's own, this is the real trick.

"Brother Nan Di, you really did a good thing for us before you died!"

Next to McCree was a fire ghost whose front body had been burned to charcoal.

"After all this trouble, don't we still have to cooperate in the end?"

"Alright, alright, we're all family now, so hurry up and figure out how to get out!"

Snapped!
A hand was placed on Yan Huan's shoulder.

puff!
An ice pick pierced McCree's chest.

"What's wrong with you?"

Yan Huan rubbed his ears and shook his head, "What kind of ghost whisper is that? I can't understand it at all!"

"Well···"

McCree wanted to say a few more words, but his throat was strangled tightly and he felt suffocated.

Thanks to the flesh and blood of the Southern Emperor, Yan Huan had almost figured out Lu Linglong's future predicament. The virus spread by those infected in this [List] would not only cause physical mutations, but would also erode the soul and mind, eventually incorporating the infected into the matrix consciousness of a pathogen, and the lower class would become the running dogs of the upper class.

The reason why Lu Linglong has retained a great deal of autonomy is that she has been practicing "dual cultivation of sex and life" in Quanzhen Longmen since she was a child. That girl has a great character and her ability to fight infection is far beyond that of ordinary people.

Yan Huan lifted the ghost man with one arm, "There is a weak connection between you two, right? Tell that broken meteorite and the seven monarchs of hell..."

"Yan Huan from Qunling Mountain will come to visit me in person someday!"

"Sha...what meteorite...what do you know?" McCree's consciousness gradually faded, and with a "click", his thoughts were severed along with his neck.

"Who knows!" Yan Huan threw the corpse with its hands hanging down against the wall.

Deep in the soul, in the boundless chaos, I lost my sense of direction between heaven and earth, and in the darkness I couldn’t tell up from down, left from right.

An uneven black meteorite slowly floated in the void, its surface covered with cracks and corrosion marks, emitting a strange dark light.

The Teng Snake was hovering beside the meteorite, spitting out fishy tongues. The White Tiger was lying in the darkness, its golden vertical-lined eyes gleaming coldly. Behind them, a giant turtle was standing silently with a black snake on its back.

"What is this?" Baihu asked coldly, his voice echoing in the chaos like thunder.

"Meteorite." The Teng Snake twisted its huge body slightly and slowly circled around the black stone.

His huge body meandered around the meteorite, with a hint of curiosity and disdain in his eyes.

At this moment, strange sounds suddenly came from all around the meteorite, as if countless noisy whispers were seeping out from deep within the stone. The sound was chaotic and full of messy and dark emotions.

Baihu frowned, and a puff of anger blew out of his nostrils, with a look of extreme impatience in his eyes.

“Shut up!” He growled, his voice full of disgust, “What did Xiao Huan bring in here?”

The Teng Snake glanced at the meteorite calmly and replied: "It is the impurities of the soul... Who among you understands this bird language?"

The eight fraudulent gods around were silent and shook their heads. Who cared about this chaotic noise?

The snake wagged its tail, seemingly losing interest. "That's it."

He spat out two words coldly, and his long tail covered with black scales suddenly rose up, like a black lightning, and smashed hard into the meteorite. With a loud "bang", the black stone exploded in the chaos, and countless fluorescent green fragments scattered everywhere. The remaining sound was also instantly annihilated into nothingness.

(End of this chapter)