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

Chapter 332: An Existence Equal to the Witch King
Yan Huan kept his arms under his forehead, seeming to be somewhat addicted to this comfortable state.

In the past ten days or so since the Luotian Grand Ceremony, we have been clearing out the "Quan Xing" in the mountains, playing hide-and-seek with Taiyin, and now we are fighting with Jiudi. All in all, the time is a bit too tight.

Xiao Xiao "stayed in bed" for three minutes before he slowly got up and smoothed the few strands of wet hair floating on Xiao Wangxiang's forehead.

The water spirit Wangxiang's eyelids twitched a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes, holding up the beetle in his hand as if asking for credit, revealing a pair of cute and sharp little fangs.

"Come back..."

Yan Huan stretched comfortably, and five beams of spiritual light of different colors fell back on his body. At this moment, it seemed that all the fatigue in his body disappeared.

Following the direction pointed by Jin Jing Qingming, they found themselves in a tomb passage filled with a burnt smell. Two members of Yang Gong's faction were dying. One was curled up on the ground, unconscious, and the other was stroking the ground with his hands, looking for something.

Hearing the footsteps, Yang Kaiguo, who was still conscious, became anxious and swung his turtle fist to hit back and forth. The burnt and festering flesh fell from his arms, and he looked extremely painful.

"Master Yang, what happened to you?" Yan Huan asked. Yang Kaiguo, who was facing a great enemy, finally calmed down and made a "woohoo" sound.

It seemed that his vocal cords were damaged by the flames, and this amount of sound was the limit of what he could make.

Woo woo woo woo...
Listening to the crying wails, Yan Huan reached out with one hand, and a green light flashed, falling on Yang Kaiguo's burned body like a thin mist.

After a while, Yang Jianguo looked at his hands in disbelief, his Adam's apple moving up and down.

"Thank you, Master Yan!"

"It's embarrassing to say that we met a very powerful monster. His blood can burn... and can move!"

After briefly explaining the situation, Yang Kaiguo immediately thought of his junior fellow disciple, so he lit a fire and went forward to check on Yang Jinxin's condition.

He turned over the body curled up against the wall, and a bloody and rotten face suddenly appeared in front of him.

That scene frightened even Yang Kaiguo, who was used to seeing bloody corpses, "Xiao Xin, Xiao Xin!"

After calling out in vain, Yan Huan came up.

"Let me try."

Green light sprinkled and spread like star powder, falling on Yang Jinxin little by little.

This doctoral student who had just entered society had an extremely sensitive physique. As soon as the wound on his face showed signs of healing, he felt a chill on his face, as if someone had hit him with a snowball.

Yang Jinxin's body trembled and he jumped up suddenly.

He touched his face and looked at Yan and Yang in the firelight, and he immediately realized what was going on.

"Thank you for saving my life!" Yang Jinxin clasped his fists and bowed, saying solemnly.

The scars on his face had not yet healed, but he refused Yan Huan's request to continue casting spells.

"It's good to be here. It'll leave a scar on my face so that I can remember it!" Yang Jinxin said in a firm tone. The innocence and ignorance he had when he entered the tomb disappeared a little, and there was an imperceptible ruthlessness in the corners of his mouth and brows.

"Compared with society and the alien world, exams and papers are much easier..." Yang Jinxin touched the corrosion scars on his left cheek and forehead, and murmured a bitter smile.

Yan Huan withdrew his hand, and Yang Kaiguo didn't know what to say next. This was also a change that he, a senior of the Yanggong School, was happy to see.

Naivety can cost a person's life.

Especially those in my line of work.

Even though I have been in this industry for many years, wasn't I fooled just now?
"Master Yang, tell us about the man who injured you..." Yan Huan asked as he looked up at the dew-covered stone wall, where a slight digging sound could be heard slowly.

"He is a foreign tuberculosis ghost, a madman, over 30 years old. He was shot with nails, but his limbs can move freely. His blood is alive and can burn..."

After Yang Kaiguo finished speaking, Yang Jinxin added another sentence.

"Blood... is also corrosive. If nothing unexpected happens, what he joked about is true. This blood will explode... And when I was stained with blood, my mood also changed..."

Yang Jinxin thought about it for a moment. It felt as if his emotions were connected to the other party through the blood. He was dominated by the other party, but could not influence him at all.

"That's right! He also said that blood is the currency of the soul..."

This is undoubtedly how the soul is interpreted in Western systems of ability.

Yan Huan roughly figured it out. It was the same hidden ability as Lu Linglong, but it was more advanced. He could manipulate blood and give it certain attributes. Besides that, he could influence the opponent's soul.

Spend blood to build bridges between different individuals.

As for the rest, you’ll have to wait and see to know.

"Masters, I know you have a mission to accomplish. The tomb is just ahead, but please do not touch anything inside." Yan Huan reminded them.

Yang Kaiguo smiled and said, "Don't worry, we are only doing protective excavation, and the Eastern Han Dynasty was a simple burial, so there is really nothing worth moving. Now that we have determined the situation inside, we should go back."

"For the rest, more professional people will come in. To put it bluntly, we are the pioneers!"

Yan Huan nodded in agreement. To be honest, the next group of people who came would definitely not be able to find this tomb.

The three people who met separated again. Yan Huan sank into the mud and rushed towards the ground like a fish. The darkness flashed by, and when he opened his eyes, the sky was full of stars.

Fortunately, it was already night, and my eyes, which had adapted to the darkness of the tomb, did not feel any pain.

“I didn’t expect that I would spend so much time going around in circles down there.”

"Diya hasn't come up yet."

Yan Huan glanced across the wilderness. The entire mausoleum was filled with silver moonlight. The clouds had dispersed, and the stars were twinkling. A breeze blew gently through the grass, bringing a hint of coolness. The sound of frogs croaking in the distance came from a pond somewhere.

The cloud that had promised to stay where it was had gone to nowhere.

Suddenly, the ground covered with weeds suddenly bulged slightly, as if a mole was crawling slowly underground.

Seeing this, Yan Huan calmly took a step forward and stepped firmly on the raised earth mound.

The pile of earth stopped for a moment, and then seemed to sense the suppression and began to move slowly in another direction.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a moment, and suddenly a muffled sound was heard in the silent atmosphere.

A sharp bone blade suddenly pierced through the mud, and soil flew everywhere. A foreign man who looked extremely weak and covered in mud emerged from the pit, looking up and glaring with displeasure on his face.

"Who stepped on my head? Are you playing whack-a-mole?"

Dia grunted, struggled to climb out of the pit, patted his muddy clothes, and the bones covering his hands retracted into his body with a slight "click", revealing his skin again.

"The locals are so rude!" He muttered in dissatisfaction, looking at Yan Huan in front of him.

"Mr. Dia."

Following Yan Huan's shout, the sickly boy's dry and lifeless eyes suddenly brightened up, and he clapped his hands happily.

"I knew it! Sooner or later I will become world-famous. Have you heard of me and my foundation?"

"But I still want to give this to you... Here, this is my business card!"

Diya handed over an exquisite card inlaid with gold foil.

The logo is a bit vulgar. Although it is painted with black shadows, you can still see that it is a combination of two eggs and a sausage.

There are explanations in eight languages. In the middle of the second row is a sentence in Chinese: The Adam Foundation aims to make men all over the world fertile.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Dia coughed a few times and continued, "People who know of my existence are either rich or noble, or they are affiliated with some powerful organization. Since you know me, I guess you are quite famous in the local area, right?"

"I'm Adam Dia, the founder of many famous sports around the world."

Diya extended his hand and introduced himself in a very businesslike manner.

"Yan Huan."

Yan Huan had no intention of shaking hands, but when the other party heard the name, he was obviously stunned.

"Death and the Wheel of Fortune, uncontrollable reality..." Diya murmured, "You are Yan Huan? The guy who is called the 'Witch King' in this land. Of course, according to our understanding, he should be called the King of Wizards."

"Oh my god! Even old Isaac Tubber wasn't so conceited! But if it were him, I guess he should be called the 'King of Magicians'. Hmm... this title is not bad."

Yan Huan didn't think that his name in China would be known to foreigners, unless the foreigner in front of him had close ties with the locals.

Understanding the confusion in Yan Huan's eyes, Adam Dia nodded repeatedly and said a name.

"Shi Chun."

The wealthy businessman Shi Chun provided the soil for the Higashi Ninjas to take root in China after the war, and was the mastermind behind the cultural infiltration of China. It was because of him that the remaining Higashi Ninjas could continue to have children, and gradually planted hatred in the hearts of their descendants and the people around them, becoming a destabilizing thorn.

"Are you related to Bihe Ren?" Clear and bright ice crystals condensed beside Yan Huan. The temperature dropped instantly, and the summer wilderness seemed to be filled with winter.

"Calm down, calm down..." Diya took a few steps back and explained with a terrified look on his face, "Mr. Shi Chun was an important member of our foundation, but this guy actually died at the hands of his own wife..."

Crackling...
A creepy sound of teeth grinding was heard.

"Damn it, and that brainless woman... Well done, well done, well done..." "That's it." Dia's expression changed and he said with a smile, "Thank you Mr. Yan for your contribution to our foundation. It is an insult to our purpose to let a spineless man and a brainless woman stay in the organization."

Yan Huan lit up the Golden Dark Eyes and looked at the sickly man, the meridians and breath flow in Diya's body were clearly visible.

Vigorous and fresh vitality surrounded his body, forming a whole, yet it seemed as if it existed independently. However, unlike his body, his soul was extremely weak, incomplete and powerless, probably even smaller than that of an ordinary three or four-year-old child.

"Your soul is too weak, so your body is constantly sick. What's strange is that all the activities in your body seem to be supported by the virus..." Yan Huan looked him up and down again.

"I've already told you that I'm a patient. I have tuberculosis, bone hyperplasia, split personality... Oh my God, my Lord has given me all the suffering in the world. I will definitely be able to transcend it in my next life!"

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Cough cough cough...

Diya started coughing violently. "Sorry, sorry! Anyway, you didn't intend to let me go. I just happened to be looking for you for something. Please forgive me for being ungentlemanly next."

He lowered his head, sneered, raised his wrist, and stabbed out with the bone blade, cutting the carotid artery in his wrist.

In an instant, blood gushed out, spraying several times faster than an ordinary person. In less than a moment, the ground was covered with a thick pool of blood.

"Clap clap clap!"

Dia raised his hand and snapped his fingers a few times, as if he was directing a bloody performance.

The pool of blood was given life and turned into bloody tentacles that quickly attacked Yan Huan.

"boom!"

Dia imitated the sound of an explosion with a hint of evil humor.

Along with the sound, the blood splashing towards Yan Huan exploded instantly, and the resulting heat wave swept across, burning the surrounding grass and trees to ashes.

When the explosion dissipated and the heat wave gradually dissipated, Yan Huan stood there intact, not even a speck of dust on him.

He looked down at the ice crystal ring on his finger.

It is worthy of being the Ninth Land. Even when these explosive flames hit my body, my skin couldn’t be scratched.

"You moody lunatic, let me cool you down and calm you down." After saying that, Yan Huan raised his fingers, and a cold light gathered at his fingertips. With a wave of his hand, several ice spikes condensed in the air and shot straight towards Dia.

Dia's skeleton turned outward, forming a thick bone shield, and the ice spikes hit it, making a sharp cracking sound.

Frost spread along the surface of the bones, but the burning blood quickly melted it. After a "hissing" sound, a hazy white mist filled the air.

"Fortunately, I am strong enough." Diya smiled and looked at Yan Huan sarcastically.

Yan Huan stepped on the ground with both feet and leapt into the air. Golden light condensed in his hand and turned into a spear.

"hard?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden spear cut through the night sky and stabbed down suddenly with a fierce murderous intent.

The ground suddenly bulged, and white bones poked out from the soil, quickly entangled with each other, forming a white barrier that protected Dia.

However, the golden spear was unstoppable and pierced through one bone after another, with the sound of "bang bang bang" breaking continuing in the ears.

Dia's smile gradually froze, his face looked ugly, and he almost gritted his teeth. At the last moment, he unwillingly gathered all his blood and tried to use it to corrode the spear made of golden light.

at this time--

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the spear pierced through the protective layer of bones and blood, the ground exploded, and dust rose up.

When the smoke cleared, a shocking huge hole was left on Dia's chest. Through the wound, one could clearly see the wilderness behind him.

“Well done...”

"Even self-healing is suppressed."

Diya tried to cover his chest, but with all the flesh and blood gone, he didn't know where to put his hands.

After trying to adjust his physical condition, he finally gave up and looked up at the figure flying in the sky.

"It's almost time. A friend of mine has been following you for a long time, but I didn't expect to meet you today. Just as you have the Wizard King in the East, we also have a matching existence, the necromancer who found the 'Golden Ark' and the 'Treasure of Solomon'..."

"You will meet someone who is equal to what you have..."

thump!
Diya fell down heavily.

Yan Huan flew down slowly, paying close attention to what the tuberculosis ghost said before he died.

The existence that is equivalent to oneself is probably something of great importance in Western history.

"Solomon's Treasure, it sounds a bit like the immortal's treasure that I found..." Yan Huan stretched out his hand towards the corpse, a wisp of cold wind floated up, and light black smoke fell into the palm of his hand.

"Come on, explain it clearly."

"Fuck!" The condensed soul of Dia said, "Forget that you have the same ability as the Necromancer!"

"Have you learned all our national quintessence?" Yan Huan clenched his fists slightly.

I don't know how this extremely weak soul can support the functioning of the physical body.

"There's nothing much to say. By the way, my foundation has quite a few members in your country. I don't know if they will cause you trouble. As a dog trainer, I'm pretty good."

"After all, we have obedience training for members when they first join. Good luck to you."

Dia bowed and a blinding fire appeared in his soul, which burned up in an instant.

"I still don't quite understand the Western capability system..." Yan Huan shook his hands, scattering the remaining ashes in his palm.

The western sky was deep and silent, with stars scattered in the dark blue night sky, dimly visible and invisible. The thin clouds were dyed silver by the moonlight, outlining a soft edge that connected to the horizon.

After thinking for a while, Yan Huan's cell phone rang.

The identity of the caller was very strange, it was the director of "Nadoutong", Zhao Fangxu.

"Mr. Zhao, what happened?" Yan Huan asked.

I hope it’s not the mess like that in Biyou Village. He has already experienced Lao Ma’s stupidity and selective deafness.

It may be easy to make a profit by getting along with honest people who love to nitpick, but it is really tiring.

"Xiao Huan, there are some things I would like you to help me with. Remember our previous agreement? I won't let you help me in vain this time."

"As for the specific matters, about the development of the four major families and small sects... Of course, we will discuss these when you arrive."

Zhao Fangxu's deep and powerful voice was heard, from which one could hear his obvious fatigue.

"You can allow me to participate in the discussion of this matter that affects the power of the alien circle? Mr. Zhao, the matter you are talking about is probably not a small matter."

"Haha, I can't hide it from you. But our gift is big enough."

"Naduotong" is a logistics company with outlets all over the country. No storefront can compare to an express delivery store.

Only when Yan Huan heard these words from Zhao Fangxu's mouth did he not suspect that he was just making empty promises.

"Then I'll wait and see."

Zhao Fangxu nodded, and suddenly changed the subject, "There's no rush. Just come over when you have time."

"By the way, there is one more thing. You are familiar with Bao Bao, Xiao Xiao'er, Er Zhuang... and the company is planning to organize a team building for temporary workers. Do you want to consider going on a trip or something? It would be a good opportunity for you to get in touch with each other."

"No, Mr. Zhao..." Yan Huan paused.

What kind of people are you temporary workers? You said you were going out for team building, but you ended up doing murder and arson.

"No! Let's put things one way and add some conditions, Mr. Zhao." Yan Huan said bluntly.

"Hahaha..." Zhao Fangxu smiled awkwardly.

Can't fool this guy...

"That's fine! I'll ask people all over the country to keep an eye on it, and I'll ask you to come and see me when there's good news."

"Mr. Zhao, you're too polite. By the way, I also have something I want to ask you. Mr. Zhao, do you know the Adam Foundation?" Yan Huan asked.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

After a long while, Zhao Fangxu finally responded.

"We'll talk about it when you come over. I can only tell you in advance that it's an international organization that's even more chaotic than 'All Sex'. They don't even mind exposing the existence of Inhumans."

(End of this chapter)