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

Chapter 334: The Immortal Path to Heaven and the Long Stairway to God

The nine places are where you can do business.

A group of guys who got rich by relying on the blessings of the Nine Lands and the influence of their ancestors, who are fighting openly and secretly for the legend of the fox fairy in Yuan Shao's tomb, are bound to cause trouble outside Xiaojun Village.

Yan Huan removed several stubborn residents who had taken root here, because he didn't want Jiudi to be involved in too much right and wrong.

The old man who fell to the ground fumbled for his cell phone and looked towards Yan Huan with his eyes fixed.

"You are a bunch of guys who think they are superior because of their means. No matter how powerful you are, you can't defeat the state machine. I will find someone to deal with you!"

"Just wait! This isn't over yet!"

He dialed the number on the phone's address book and began to cry out with his toothless old mouth.

"Son, the foundation of our family is about to be dug up! I, your old man, was beaten up, and you found someone to deal with him. It's someone from your circle... Yes, yes, yes, they attacked your father, an ordinary man!"

The old man shouted miserably and fiercely, and there was no light in his dry eyes.

The entire square was filled with endless wailing. The old men with bone and joint problems were scattered all over the square like snails coming out after the rain.

After Yan Huan cut off the blessings one by one, he suppressed the evil spirit wrapped around his hands and retracted the long black iron whip to his body.

Opposite him was an old man who looked pretty good. Compared with the others, the curse released by the Huang family on him was weaker. The old man had a hunched body and his eyes kept wandering, always focusing on Yan Huan's hands.

"Stranger?" Yan Huan asked.

Gulu!

The old man swallowed his saliva, collapsed to the ground, and stepped back repeatedly with his legs wide open.

"Did you kill Lao Wang at the entrance of the village?"

Without the old man's reply, Yan Huan, with the help of Xuanwu's ability, identified at a glance the conspiracy hidden in his heart. In addition to the fact that he used hypnosis and other abilities to force Lao Wang to hang himself, Yan Huan also saw something more interesting.

The old man's eldest grandson worked in the local Cultural Relics Protection Bureau and used his position to resell many good things abroad. What's even more bizarre is that the old man had been entangled with foreign forces as early as the special period in the 1970s.

"I...I don't know..." In panic, the old man finally spoke tremblingly.

Glancing at his neighbor from the same village not far away, he suddenly felt how blissful ignorance was. He couldn't see the Qi energy surrounding Yan Huan, so naturally he didn't know how terrifying it was.

"You know Adam Dia. Did you use your previous relationship to mediate the entry of those foreigners this time?" Yan Huan dug deep into his heart. The more he pried, the more he felt that this old guy was not simple.

"No, this person knows what I'm thinking!" The old man covered his mouth, which didn't say much, and crawled behind him.

He crawled forward a few steps, and a chill rose from beneath his body. The moisture in the soil and air condensed into ice, freezing him firmly to the ground.

"Please, I'll give you money! I'll do anything as long as you let me go!"

"But what you're doing is treason." Yan Huan sat down on the skinny body.

To be honest, it didn't feel very comfortable and it hurt my butt a bit.

"If Mr. Dia hadn't come to my rescue, I would have been beaten to death. I had no choice but to do that to repay his kindness, but later I wanted to get out of it, but it was completely impossible, so I had to continue with the mistake."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Huan immediately noticed something was wrong.

Yan Huan naturally understood the "special period" that the old man mentioned, but that period was almost forty years ago.

Perhaps the old man crawling on the ground guessed what Yan Huan was thinking, so he said again: "I know what you are wondering about!"

"Mr. Dia has been like this since I met him. He is a god, and a mere mortal like me cannot disobey him."

A consumptive man who looks to be in his thirties, and has remained the same for more than forty years, Dia's actual age is far beyond Yan Huan's imagination.

"Can such a person be killed so easily?" Yan Huan murmured to himself.

After sitting and thinking for a while, Yan Huan connected the experiences of the Cangzhou trip and seemed to gradually realize something.

According to Dia, he was not ashamed of the grave-robbing activities of [List], but he was still willing to travel thousands of miles to this foreign land, and it was definitely not a spur of the moment activity.

Especially the rumor that the "Treasure of Solomon" lost in the African continent fell into the hands of an Englishman made Yan Huan even more suspicious.

Just as there is a road to heaven in the East, there are probably also long steps to godhood in the Western system.

[List] and the Adam Foundation probably have an employment relationship, and as the employer, Adam Dia is not looking for the cultural relics in the ancient Chinese tombs, but to find the traces of immortals left in various ancient ruins.

In other words, Adam Dia's ambition and desire far exceed those who plotted the "Eight Wonderful Skills". What he wanted was a method of becoming a god that would be enough to subvert the normal order of the entire world.

"In this way, even the deaths of Dean Taber and Teacher Victor can be easily explained..."

According to Isaac Taber's weight in the Western "superhuman" world, the role he plays and the responsibilities he bears are probably similar to those of the old Taoist priest Zhang Zhiwei and "Tianshi Du".

Taber's death just shows that there are unstable factors in the Western situation that can shake the order, and the momentum of development is gradually beyond the control of the management agencies and Flamel College.

"It seems like I'm involved in some serious trouble..." Yan Huan rubbed his forehead to calm his mind.

At this time, the person who was pressed down spoke again.

"Now you should understand that there are some things that you and I cannot control. In the ever-changing world, I am just an insignificant pebble!"

"The lives of little people like us cannot be controlled by ourselves. What can I do? "

Yan Huan glanced to the right and said, "You can't say that. At least my life is still in my own hands."

"As for you, I really can't say for sure."

The ice climbed up the old man's arms and crawled along his neck, and a bone-chilling cold swept through his body.

“What…what do you want to do!?”

Yan Huan held her chin with both hands and whispered, "There are many things in this world that are beyond one's control, but you clearly made a choice, didn't you?"

"Selling out national treasures and betraying your compatriots, this is your choice."

When Yan Huan stood up, frost quietly penetrated into the old man's mouth and instantly froze his internal organs. To outsiders, he looked like he was sleeping peacefully on the ground.

"Two masters, let's go back." Yan Huan shouted towards the cypress tree.

Yang Kaiguo and Yang Jinxin carried the dying Yun and followed Yan Huan's footsteps, walking away from the square in full view of everyone.

The villagers who stayed behind were still in fear and surrounded the old man who had fallen to the ground.

The air was filled with cold fear. An old woman mustered up her courage, grasped a branch, and poked the old man's body, only to feel his body as stiff as a rock, and her heart shuddered instantly.

A few gusts of cold air slowly emanated from the corpse's mouth. Under the bright moon that was gradually moving westward, a hazy silver light could still be seen.

As the summer was about to enter July, this man froze to death.

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The next afternoon, at the headquarters of “Nadutong”.

In the hot summer afternoons, the sun is at its hottest.

The heat wave rolled like a twisted film, and the cicadas in the air chirped one after another, making people's heads swell. Occasionally, the wind blew through the window, but it was scorching hot, and it seemed that even breathing could feel a little burning. In Zhao Fangxu's office, the air conditioner was running, making a low hum, and the cold wind swirled in the air, trying to dispel the unbearable heat. In the corner, a pot of plants that should have been green had already wilted, with yellow leaves drooping, as if silently protesting against the inescapable heat.

In front of the coffee table, Yan Huan was rummaging through a pile of folders on the table. He tapped the teacup with his finger, and the hot tea instantly turned cold.

Directly opposite him was Zhao Fangxu, who looked somewhat distressed and bored. Feng Baobao was sitting cross-legged on a filing cabinet beside him, sucking on a softened "green tongue" popsicle in her hand.

Xu San and Xu Si lowered their heads and covered their faces, saying nothing.

Zhang Chulan looked around, scratched his head awkwardly, and had no choice but to blend into the silence.

The only sound left in the room was the sound of Yan Huan turning pages of a book.

Zhang Chulan swallowed a few times and stole a glance at Yan Huan who was concentrating on reading the information.

"This is the relaxed feeling of the 'Witch King'. He can be so relaxed even if he commits a crime. When he is strong, he can really do whatever he wants..."

"It's a good thing I didn't run into him when I was on a mission yesterday, otherwise I would have really taken action..." Zhang Chulan looked at the filing cabinet on the left.

With me and Sister Baoer, that’s not a big deal!

Zhao Fangxu couldn't help but speak up, "Xiao Huan, I just praised you in front of my subordinates, you are so weak... Why did you hit an ordinary person?"

"Hmm?" Yan Huan closed the file and said, "Mr. Zhao, you haven't spoken for so long. Are you worried about this?"

"This is not a small matter. It can definitely be included in the red line..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Huan placed the phone on the table and pushed it over slowly.

On the screen, there was an important notice with white text on a blue background.

As the saying goes, the fewer words, the bigger the matter.

In just a few words, it was said that a "big tiger" had been brought down, and this person was none other than the one who called last night.

Death penalty, suspended for two years, deprivation of political rights for life, confiscation of all personal property...

Yan Huan put his hand to his mouth and said secretly: "Boss Zhao, we are doing things in a reasonable and measured way, so we can't cause trouble to the country. If we get rid of some of the upper-level people, you will be able to do things more easily, right?"

"I figured it out before I took action. There are a bunch of old guys out there, and none of them have clean hands. Nothing will happen to us."

Cough cough cough!

After his secret was exposed, Zhao Fangxu coughed a few times in a hurry to cover up his inner embarrassment.

"Indeed, people who walk between two 'worlds' are the most difficult to deal with..."

But the atmosphere has become so tense, I can't help but say something.

Zhao Fangxu slapped the table and signaled Xu San and Xu Si.

"San'er and Si'er, look how sensible Xiao Huan is!"

"If he wasn't an employee of our company, I would even want to hand over the South China region to him. Go out and buy Xiao Huan a popsicle!"

"Ah!?" The Xu brothers were stunned, looked at each other, and said in unison, "No, Mr. Zhao... this..."

The two looked at each other in silence and walked out the door one after the other.

Zhang Chulan pursed his lips, glanced at Feng Baobao, and pulled her out.

There was no need for the regional director to take action for such a small matter as buying popsicles. Zhang Chulan knew that President Zhao wanted to clear the area for a secret talk.

"Xiao Huan, don't blame me for some things. In my position, I have to deal with a lot of social interactions. Although I don't have to do some favors, when others ask me to do something, I still have to do some things within my responsibilities." Zhao Fangxu sighed.

"I understand. Some things set precedents that are difficult to fill later," Yan Huan replied.

Zhao Fangxu took a sip of tea and nodded. "I'm glad you think so. Regarding the international organizations you asked about before, I went to my friends abroad early in the morning to get some information. Their recent movements are indeed worrying..."

"Did you meet them?" Zhao Fangxu asked worriedly. This was undoubtedly the situation he least wanted to see.

Yan Huan expressed his previous doubts, "Diya died in my hands, but that guy's soul is very strange, and even gave me the illusion that he was not completely dead."

"It's not an illusion. Dia is not that easy to kill." Zhao Fangxu opened the sealed bag beside him and handed over a stack of documents.

The transmission and back-and-forth routes of these materials have been strictly controlled by Er Zhuang, which is enough to show their importance.

Yan Huan flipped through it and found the contents were indeed shocking enough.

In the nearly 100 years of history that can be found, Dia has been killed thirty-six times, but every once in a while, he would become active again in some corner of the world stage, and his strength would be greater than before.

"Cloning technology, and then the method of transferring souls?" Yan Huan guessed.

Zhao Fangxu shook his head and flipped a few pages of the information in Yan Huan's hand.

It was a color-printed photo. In the corner of a German-style building, there was a layer of blurry things piled up. They looked like clothes, but there were some flesh-colored debris in the middle.

"what is this?"

"Clothes, and human skin. Dia's human skin."

Zhao Fangxu frowned slightly and asked, "Doesn't it look like a snake, shedding its skin every time it grows, and then becoming stronger and more ferocious?"

"But that's not right. Even if you transform, you will still die if you are killed."

"You're right, but this is the part where Dia was killed. Simply put, he most likely has the ability to split."

Yan Huan nodded thoughtfully.

Split?

It’s not that strange, after all, our family members do it too.

However, it is indeed difficult to eliminate a being whose true form cannot be found.

"Alas." Zhao Fangxu rubbed his chubby face and sighed, "An old lunatic came to our country... The company's strength must be divided to guard against these foreigners.

clap clap clap!
After slapping his face repeatedly, Zhao Fangxu cleared his dizzy mind and picked up the kettle to fill Yan Huan's teacup.

All the things are connected, even the West has started to get involved. I'm afraid this is "God's will".

"Xiao Huan, go for a walk with Bao Bao, Chu Lan and the others. If there are any issues involved, please help resolve them."

"I'm not lying to you this time. You can get answers to Dia's questions and the news about the elves from this person. But he doesn't have a very good reputation in the circle. He's a bit eccentric."

"If it's in your hands, just draw as much as you can. If you want to draw his, you can probably draw a bunch of mobile phone numbers in the lottery."

After saying that, a photo was handed to Yan Huan - the person in the photo had blond hair tied into a ponytail, looked like a boy with a feminine appearance, and was wearing a loose off-shoulder dress.

"Good guy!" Yan Huan exclaimed.

(End of this chapter)