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

Chapter 337 Zhang Chulan’s wave is stable!

"what?!"

"Found it!" Wang Ai's small eyes, which were covered with old fat, suddenly opened and stared at the father and son of the Zhuge family.

"Where is he? Is my big baby safe and sound?"

The voice coming over the phone was still intermittent sobbing: "Please come over and talk. We are in the forest behind the mountain in our hometown... Grandpa... Be mentally prepared..."

call--

Wang Ai let out a long sigh, his eyes still fixed on Zhuge Gong, the slits between his eyes filled with an unconcealable fierce light.

As one of the ten people with the most say in the extraordinary circle, and as the head of the Wang family, one of the four major families, he didn't know how long it had been since anyone dared to disobey him so openly.

Wuhou Sect, remember this!
"See you later, Mr. Zhuge."

"There is still a long way to go!" Wang Ai moved his crutches and walked out the door slowly. From the back, he looked like an ordinary old man who was old and frail.

The Zhuge family's meeting hall fell silent, and the external Qimen Bureau gradually disappeared.

Zhuge Gong's legs went limp and he slumped down on the armchair behind him, cold sweat dripping from his forehead to the corners of his mouth.

"The pressure from a hundred years of practice is really extraordinary. I almost lost in terms of momentum."

On the other hand, Zhuge Qing on the side looked calm and composed.

"Qing, you have cultivated your character well. You can face this kind of situation with ease." Zhuge Gong pulled his moustache and said with satisfaction.

"Uh..." Zhuge Qing looked at his father helplessly, "Don't fill the teapot with water for yourself. Practice our true fire..."

"The method Wang Ai used was obtained from controlling spirits, which happened to be restrained by True Fire Samadhi. I don't think Wang Ai has the ability to violate this natural restraint. Even the ink flowing around him can only be mobilized by using the Three Treasures. Similarly, I don't think that True Fire cannot burn."

"The gap between you, me and Wang Ai is the life skills accumulated over time. This is the fundamental difference between us. But cultivation is like climbing a mountain. It is meaningless to just look up at the people on the top of the mountain. If I am afraid, how long can I be afraid? I have to chase to the top..."

Zhuge Qing spread his hands, his tone was unusually nonchalant.

This kind of atmosphere made Zhuge Gong a little uncomfortable. It seemed that since the ancestor appeared, Qing Dui had been preaching more.

In a sense, the positions of father and son seem to be reversed.

"Ahem... I'm glad you think this way..."

Zhuge Gong pretended to cough a few times and looked around the court calmly.

Damn it!
With the old ancestor, the "grandfather" with golden fingers, next to him, Qing must be secretly happy. If he had known, he would not have passed the jade to him so early...

Why didn’t Mr. Shuijing be born thirty years earlier? Then maybe I would have the chance to hang jade.

Zhuge Qing's fox eyes slightly opened, as if he saw through his father's thoughts, "The ancestors said that they still like to be with energetic young people. The young people in the clan have more potential to be explored..."

"If it really doesn't work, when there are classes at the ancestral hall in the evening, you and Da Meng can team up and go and listen together!"

"Tsk!" Zhuge Gong curled his lips, "I won't get along with you youngsters anymore. The future belongs to you."

That night, Zhuge Kongming was giving a lecture in the ancestral hall. In the center sat Zhuge Meng, Zhuge Guan and other young people from the Wuhou faction. Not far outside the ancestral hall, next to a willow tree, Zhuge Gong was holding a mini flashlight in his mouth and writing something on a notebook with a pen.

"Oh oh oh, so that's how it is... You are worthy of being the ancestor." He muttered to himself.

The wind blew at night, and the words in the ancestral hall poured into Zhuge Gong's ears along with "Listening to the Wind Singing".

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The Wang family ancestral home stands quietly in the woods, surrounded by lush branches and leaves. The sunlight shines through the dense treetops, casting spots of golden light.

Wang Zhong hung up the phone and stood aside with his son Wang Lian.

At the feet of the two men was a shallow pit with a dog corpse lying in it. The dog's skin had been half peeled off, and flesh and blood were intertwined with dirt. The high summer temperature accelerated the decay of the corpse that had been buried for more than ten days. When it was dug out, a pungent stench was emitted.

"Dad...is this really Brother Bing?"

Wang Lian looked particularly haggard, with unkempt hair and dirty face, puffy eyes, dark circles under his eyes like thick shadows, and a hint of fatigue all over his body.

Although he has not yet received the admission letter from CAFA, he already has the demeanor of an artistic master.

"It will probably take another four or five hours for your great grandfather to come back. Before that, we need to confirm the extent of the soul left behind."

"Oh... come..." Wang Lian whispered, his hands covered in paint were tinged with darkness, and he reached out to the dog corpse.

He gathered Qi at his fingertips, trying to find the scattered soul breath remaining in the corpse.

But the aura was so weak that it was almost transparent, almost non-existent.

This is the current level that he can achieve with his "capturing spirits and dispatching generals".

"Yes, but based on Grandpa's strength, he can probably feel more," Wang Lian said.

"That's good." Wang Zhong sat down against the tree, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then picked up a handful of fine soil from the ground and carefully smeared it on the corners of his eyes that were stained with tears, so that his face would look muddy later.

The smoke was spreading, his mind was wavering, and he stared at the dog's corpse in the pit, gradually becoming dazed.

In the Wang family, he was not as talented as his brothers, and his children were even more different from Wang Bing. The development model built by the Wang family was very feudal, and according to Wang Ai's division of resources for the descendants of the family, he would never be able to make a name for himself.

But the situation changed after Wang Bing died.

"There is no one among the younger generation who is more talented than Wang Bing, so the new head of the family will probably be chosen from among my brothers... It still won't be my turn~" Wang Zhong exhaled a puff of smoke and watched the smoke rings drift away.

"But Xiao Wang, I will make good use of this favorable situation that you risked your life to create. No one knows the old man's temper better than me."

Wang Zhong and Wang Lian waited in the woods for a long time. The sun gradually sank to the west, and the slanting light shone on the shadows of some ancient trees, brewing a hint of uneasiness. The air was filled with a decayed smell, and a hint of chilliness.

Finally, Wang Ai, who had gone far away to Zhejiang, hurried back with hurried steps and a tense expression.

He ignored the dog corpse in the pit and looked directly at the dusty Wang Zhong. He asked hurriedly, "Where's Wang Bing?"

At this moment, Wang Zhong's face turned pale, as if he had lost all his vitality. He pointed his finger weakly at the deep pit and replied with a trembling voice: "That...that is Bing'er..."

Wang Ai's heart sank suddenly, the corners of his wrinkled mouth twitched a few times, and he looked at the pit again.

He couldn't believe what Wang Zhong said. These absurd words aroused his anger, so much so that he lifted Wang Zhong up from the ground as a way of venting his anger.

Wang Ai asked, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Wang Zhong seemed to be completely defeated at this moment. His eyes were lifeless and tears welled up in his eyes. His miserable cries echoed in the silent forest, tearing through the heavy and turbid air.

"Grandpa... Grandpa..." "I'm stupid and confused! I'm not as smart as my brothers, so I can only imagine. We have searched the entire Longhu Mountain, but found nothing except this dog... So I was thinking..."

A feeling of suffocation blocked Wang Zhong's throat.

"Grandpa, I just tried it, this is Brother Bing..." Wang Lian raised his right hand, which was covered with paint and graphite chips, and pressed it on Wang Ai's arm.

Considering himself a master of "binding spirits and dispatching generals", how could Wang Ai not feel the strange aura wrapped around his great-grandson's palm?

He loosened his hands and walked forward slowly, pouring all his Qi into his palms. He reached out to the dog corpse with his hands wrapped in Yin energy and pulled out a strange, shapeless object from it.

Wang Ai had seen a dog spirit before. It was not the chaotic and disordered strange smoke in front of him at all. Moreover, Wang Ai had helped Wang Bing clean up the abnormalities of his soul after serving the spirit more than once, so he had a particularly clear feeling about this disordered thing.

Even though the appearance is different, the soul hidden under the flesh and blood will not easily undergo earth-shaking changes.

The soul carried by the dog corpse in front of him was his beloved great-grandson, Wang Bing.

“This…this!!!”

"Ha ha--"

Wang Ai knelt on the ground, covering his chest and breathing heavily. He felt as if his chest was cut open by a knife. Blood rushed out of his body, splashing out from the wound on his chest. But when he looked down, he could not find where the wound was.

It has been so many years since he last experienced this feeling that Wang Ai couldn't tell the state of his body.

After a long time, he gradually calmed down and understood the meaning of this feeling, which was resentment, anger, and pain.

thump!
Wang Zhong knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly to Wang Ai's back.

"Grandpa... I'm sorry, it's all my fault! Xiaozhong is stupid. If he had seen something wrong earlier, Grandpa wouldn't have taken his anger out on Bing'er out of a momentary rage, and wouldn't have..."

I wouldn't kill him with my own hands!
Wang Zhong swallowed the last sentence, but there was no need for him to say it, as Wang Ai had already realized it.

"I killed my big baby! I killed Bing'er!"

Wang Ai was burning with rage and felt a little guilty, his body trembling slightly.

The Qi around his body spread out instantly, and the surrounding woods suddenly became dark, as if even the light was swallowed up, and one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.

The evil aura permeated the world, so thick that it was suffocating. The gaps between the branches and leaves were obscured by black fog, and the surroundings were pitch black.

In this surging black fog, there seemed to be countless unknown beings roaring and howling. Among them were the roaring tigers, the howling wolves, the flapping wings of hawks, the soaring giant eagles, and there were also legendary beasts dancing wildly in the darkness.

The "divine" ink paintings arranged in the sky are lifelike, no, it should be said that they are alive.

Wang Zhong lowered his head and could not get up. He felt terrified by the darkness all around him. It was ridiculous that as a mediocre person, he could not even perceive the horror of his grandfather's methods.

Wang Lian blinked, looked up at the sky, and kept gesturing with his hands. There was a rare glimmer of light in his tired eyes.

"No matter who did this, I have to thank you." Wang Zhong continued to bury his head, thinking secretly in his heart.

Wang Bing died, and Wang Ai would have to bear the burden of revenge for killing his grandson and the dignity of the Wang family. As long as this matter was exposed, Wang Ai would be forced into the sea of ​​​​revenge.

Wang Ai was known for his excessive doting. If he couldn't even avenge his own great-grandson, then how could the Wang family shamelessly call themselves one of the four major families?

In a sense, everyone's appearance is extremely valuable.

"The pressure of all this will urge you to seek a way out, but if you take a wrong step on this road, it is easy to be doomed. Of course, it is not easy to walk on the cliffs, so let your grandson push you from behind..."

Thump, thump, thump!
Wang Zhong kowtowed several times in succession, "Grandpa! This is not your fault. The key is to find the real culprit who harmed Bing'er! You must not punish yourself with the mistakes of others!"

"This method is strange and vicious, but there must be people in the world who can do this. We just need to find a sect with the same method in the Luotian Grand Ceremony of Longhu Mountain..."

Wang Ai covered his chest with his hands and picked up the crutch on the ground. There was no expression on his fat face.

"Take Bing'er to the ancestral tomb and bury him properly. Tell someone to prepare a car. I'm going to the Huaxing Gate. Also, have someone find all the jugglers in the circle and bring them to me. I want to interrogate them one by one."

"Yes..." Wang Zhong replied in a low voice and got up from the ground.

Wang Lian looked up at the sky where the black fog had dissipated and shook his head with regret.

"Grandpa, Dad, I'm going back to prepare for the exam." He bowed and walked out of the woods without looking back.

Wang Ai walked a few steps with his cane, then turned back to look at the lonely figure walking away.

"The king has not made any progress at all?"

"Yes..." Wang Zhong replied in a low voice, picked up the dog corpse in the pit without a trace of disgust on his face, and followed Wang Ai silently.

"Well done. I also want to know who can do such a thing. Thanks to you."

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Ah Qiu!

Yan Huan, who was far away in Liupanshui, Guizhou, sneezed.

Wang Ye looked up at the crystal ice cones and said with a smile, "It's quite cold in Biyou Village at night. Don't catch a cold with these big ice lumps hanging on your head."

"I guess someone somewhere is thinking about me..." Yan Huan replied, and the phone in his pocket vibrated a few times.

At some point, he was pulled into an unfamiliar group chat on WeChat, and there was a red envelope reminder in the chat box.

Most of the group members had yellow bean expressions, except Xiao Zizai's straight head ID photo which seemed out of place.

"Why did you drag me in here?"

Yan Huan replied and tagged the laughing little yellow bean with the remark "Northeast".

Northeast: There is a traitor among us.

Yan Huan: This is called penetrating into the interior in advance.

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On the other side, Zhang Chulan, who was sitting cross-legged on the hotel bed, stared at the screen and looked at the unfamiliar avatar and asked in confusion: "Why is there an extra person? Who is this little loli in ancient costume with yellow hair and fox ears?"

Feng Baobao came forward and said, "This... is Huanzi."

"Oh, so this is Brother Huan's style online... Wait!!! Who?"

"Huanzi." Feng Baobao said with a blink.

“Oh my god!” Zhang Chulan retreated tactically and stared at the screen, “This wave is stable!”

(End of this chapter)