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

Chapter 372: The turmoil in the past six months, the fight between Huaxing Sect and Wang Family
Yan Huan landed in the uninhabited area at the starting point and saw all the green along the way.

Looking down at the grass and trees flashing by below him, he smiled knowingly: "The oasis that has appeared in the past six months will probably become a fairyland or a strange story among explorers."

Two years ago, we went to Penglai from the port center in the northeast, and this time, we went from the northwest to North China.

Yan Huan did not use any magic. He took a green train, leaning against the window to admire the scenery along the way, heading east.

The journey was not tiring. There were not many people on the bus, and it was quite relaxing and comfortable as it was swaying along.

Before leaving the Northwest, a message flashed on Yan Huan's cell phone. The identity of the sender was quite interesting. It was none other than Ma Xianhong, the head of the Biyou Village that was wiped out last summer.

"I want to see you." Ma Xianhong's message said.

"You are free?"

"Not really, but I have sorted out one thing. Which province do you plan to get off at? I can ask someone from the company to pick you up, and we can talk at the nearby bunker."

Yan Huan glanced at the timetable and saw that the next stop was Lanzhou, so he decided on the destination.

The location of the bunker is extremely hidden, and even if the company comes to pick it up, it has done enough confidentiality.

Yan Huan had no intention of spying on the location of the research institute. After a special train stopped and the equipment that blocked his vision and hearing was removed, he was already standing in front of the gate of the institute.

Ma Xianhong was dressed in white and had been waiting for a long time, with protective magic tools hanging around his wrists and neck.

His messy hair was tied up, making him look smart and neat. There was no bandage on his forehead, but there was a scar the size of a bottle cap on his forehead.

Next to him were Huang Boren and another researcher.

"Since you are allowed to wear magical instruments, it seems that you get along well with your colleagues in the company?" Yan Huan asked with a smile.

Ma Xianhong scratched the back of his head awkwardly and shook his head helplessly.

"I was stubborn and had no bottom line before, and did things that affected the peace in the circle. After the company's education, I have fully realized my mistakes and have conducted self-examination."

"Brother Yan, were you tired of dealing with me before? I'm really sorry, I was very self-conscious at the time and didn't consider other people's thoughts."

Yan Huan was a little surprised by this respectful and warm attitude. He pointed at Ma Xianhong and asked Huang Boren, "Boss Huang, is this still Old Ma? Have you brainwashed him?"

"No!" Huang Boren waved his hands and leaned back.

After he rejected the suggestion, his expression immediately turned cold.

"The Yaoxing Society has been destroyed. Although the news has not been leaked, this intelligence organization is now a shell, and the guys in charge have either been arrested or are on the run."

"That's it." Yan Huan just responded calmly.

This result did not surprise him.

The soul can repair itself. Free from Qu Tong's control, it is only a matter of time before Ma Xianhong recovers his memory.

Once Qu Tong, the mastermind behind the incident, is exposed, the company will definitely not continue to tolerate his actions, and it is only normal for Yaoxing Society to be completely wiped out.

The company's biggest difficulty is how to catch a person who can modify his memory and change his appearance.

"It's a pity that Qu Tong was not caught!" Huang Boren added without any surprise.

Ma Xianhong kept his head down and remained silent, feeling uneasy.

"So what is the purpose of inviting me here?" Yan Huan asked straight to the point.

Old Ma was not polite and said directly: "Self-cultivation furnace."

"Ah... Brother Yan, don't worry. This time the company has allowed it. President Zhao promised to help me find my lost family, and I will contribute to some outstanding talents in high-end fields."

"Of course, it's not about directly changing their ordinary physical constitution, but trying to reduce some of the diseases that these elderly people have developed during their long-term scientific research."

Without Shuang Quanshou's brainwashing, Ma Xianhong became less paranoid, and during the negotiations with the company, he finally got a job working for the state.

Huang Boren, who was standing by, immediately corrected him upon hearing this.

"That project is called a recuperation device. The self-cultivation furnace that the company is researching is still part of the original one. Don't get confused about this."

"Village Chief Ma, Master Yan, please come this way!" After saying that, Huang Boren pointed to the closed door behind him.

The door slowly opened, and a faint cold wind seeped in from the crack of the door, bringing with it a hint of eerie chill.

What came into view was a dark laboratory with sparse lights and shadows wandering in the corners like ghosts.

The walls were covered with intricate pipes and wires, and metal equipment reflected a dim light.

Yan Huan crossed his arms and said, "There is something I have wanted to complain about for a long time."

"Boss Huang, the company can't afford the electricity bill, right? It's always so dark."

"Hehehe..." Huang Boren smiled awkwardly. "Isn't this just to highlight the atmosphere?"

pat!

He turned on the light, and the dim laboratory became bright.

On the laboratory table in the center of the room, there is a cylindrical culture vessel.

The outer wall of this petri dish is made of a special transparent material, and inside is a light green solution.

Under the green light, a strange mass of flesh was suspended in the culture medium.

The upper part of the fleshy mass is a gigantic brain, the surface of which is covered with winding grooves. The pink cortex is like a twisted maze, emitting a strange luster.

Below the brain, there is a vague and intricate network of internal organs.

"As you can see, this is part of the self-cultivation furnace." Huang Boren said.

"This mass of things does not match any known biological organ. What's more terrifying is that it has a complete meridian circulation and can survive as long as it is provided with sufficient Qi."

Gulu!

Huang Boren swallowed unconsciously after he finished speaking.

This thing has a very strong smell, it's so weird!

Rather than being a deformed mass of flesh, it is more like a complete living organism.

Looking at it now, I still get goose bumps all over my body.

"Master Yan, I invited you here this time just to ask if this thing has a soul."

"If we are sure that this piece of meat is a being that combines life and death, then we can... truly treat it as a life."

Yan Huan took a step forward and patted the container.

This meat ball was born by Qu Tong. It definitely has a soul, but its intelligence is not yet developed and its soul is very weak.

"Boss Huang, Lao Ma, the reason you can't see through this thing is because it hasn't fully grown yet."

"When he grows up, you will understand."

Yan Huan stroked the smooth surface of the petri dish with his hand, and a faint light penetrated into it from the palm of his hand.

The mass of flesh in the solution twisted rapidly, and each piece of flesh was divided into different parts.

Ma Xianhong and Huang Boren suddenly widened their eyes.

"It's the internal organs!"

As Yan Huan performed the operation, the heart formed from the piece of meat beat slowly, and every contraction seemed to cause the surrounding green liquid to ripple slightly.

The lungs expanded and contracted slowly, breathing silently, and the intestines coiled like a snake, twitching from time to time.

The liver, spleen, stomach...all start moving together.

Huang Boren was stunned. In the whole room, the only sound that could be heard was the occasional bubbling sound of the culture fluid and the faint heartbeat, which echoed in the silence and formed a creepy rhythm.

Ma Xianhong said nothing and discussed the "Divine Machine Hundred Refinements", which was a means of combining the Divine Machine with refining equipment. Both were the influence of Qi on inorganic matter. The scope of this thing obviously exceeded the understanding of a refiner.

And this thing...
Ma Xianhong also swallowed his saliva. He didn't know if this lump of flesh would become a person if it continued to develop.

"No wonder she didn't let me open the core. So that's how it is... But this..."

"Ugh~~~"

Ma Xianhong knelt on the ground vomiting and shook his head desperately.

Yan Huan loosened his hands, and the organs in the culture dish stopped moving.

"As for the soul that Mr. Huang asked about just now, it definitely exists."

"And I can tell you responsibly that the health of this organ is far superior to that of the two of you."

Huang Boren was stunned and asked in surprise: "What is this?"

So the organs in my body are not as good as this piece of meat?
"What does Qu Tong want to do? Have I been helping the evildoer?" Ma Xianhong shook his head, looking as if he was doubting his life.

Yan Huan did not answer, but the perfect coordination between these internal organs reminded him of Feng Baobao.

Of course, Yan Huan’s own internal organs were also functioning perfectly.

"Okay, do you want to continue studying this?"

"Hmm..." Huang Boren paused, "I need to ask for instructions... This is too weird, this thing is too weird..."

"No! Not anymore, not anymore!" Ma Xianhong yelled, staggered to his feet, and grabbed the petri dish that was emitting green light.

Yan Huan shook his head: "Old Ma, when you have time, go ask the Quanzhen Taoist priest to find some methods to cultivate your mind."

"Wh...what do you mean?"

Yan Huan put two fingers together and tapped them on his chest, "Calm down."

"I should calm down."

clap clap clap!
Yan Huan patted Lao Ma on the shoulder to comfort him.

Huang Boren, with a worried look on his face, slapped his face to calm down. The current situation was not something that he, a director, could decide. Instead of worrying about it, he might as well eat.

"Let's go, let's go!"

"Master Yan hasn't shown up in the circle for half a year. He must have found a place to meditate and contemplate. I haven't come to welcome you back this time!" Huang Boren smiled.

With a clap of the company director's hands, the banquet was finalized.

Ma Xianhong leaned his arms on the table, looking extremely distressed.

"I really can't understand what kind of refinement requires people to activate it. This has already touched the bottom line of the principles of a refiner..."

Yan Huan took a bite of cold potato shreds and put them into his mouth, and said vaguely: "The bottom line of principles?"

"Speaking of Qu Tong, at least she really arranged everything properly after achieving her goal. Compared to the sense of propriety, Sister Ma is much better than you."

“Uh——” Ma Xianhong was choked and speechless, “I had a problem with my brain at that time... and, she is not my sister!”

"Hehe..." After drinking some wine, Huang Boren's naughty spirit came up.

"You are obviously enemies, why are you speaking for Qu Tong? I see, do you like this kind of sexy and charming big sister type? Oh, not bad, I appreciate your taste. To be honest, I like this type too."

"Okay, Mr. Huang. Pay attention to your image management." Yan Huan raised his hand and pressed back the face that smelled of alcohol.

Huang Boren burped and picked up the wine glass with a smile.

"It's okay... Let's just toast to Big Sister!"

At this moment, the tightly closed door of the private room was pushed open.

Zhao Fangxu pushed his glasses and said helplessly: "Boren, you..."

puff!

Huang Boren spat out the wine without swallowing it, and stood up immediately in panic.

"Mr. Zhao... why are you here?"

Zhao Fangxu took off his glasses and wiped off the mist. "They escaped. Recently, these small sects have been bothering me at the headquarters, making it impossible for me to carry out my work normally."

"So, I came to your place to inspect your work."

The hotel is the place where the company keeps its accounts. Zhao Fangxu couldn't find Huang Boren in the bunker, so he came here directly.

"Hey, hey, I'll go add some of your favorite dishes..."

Huang Boyen pulled out a chair and asked Zhao Fangxu to sit down, then ran to the front desk in a panic.

Zhao Fangxu poured a cup of tea and said with a smile: "Xiao Huan, I haven't heard from you in the past six months. I almost thought you had ascended to heaven."

"I just found a secluded place to meditate in peace." Yan Huan put down the chopsticks in his hand and swallowed a mouthful of sweet and sour fish.

Zhao Fangxu carefully looked at the person in front of him and felt that his aura had changed a lot. There was no feeling of reunion, but a sense of comfort and ease as if basking in the spring breeze.

It's really strange.

"You look well."

"Mr. Zhao has aged a lot." Yan Huan looked at Zhao Fangxu. His fat face became even more sagging, and his previously thick white hair had become much thinner.

"Oh, it's all very tiring and stressful. I don't know if you've heard about the most recent ones." Zhao Fangxu sighed and suppressed his distress with tea.

In the past six months, Yan Huan has been deep in the desert, where the signal is poor and his cell phone is useless, so he doesn't pay much attention to things in the circle.

It was only in recent days that we learned that Zhang Chulan, together with "Quan Xing" Ding Shiman, Xia Liuqing and his party, broke into the Tang Sect without permission, and the Tang Sect leader Tang Miaoxing failed in his attempt to comprehend the Dan Xie and passed away.

Xu Xin, one of the thirty-six thieves, returns to the underworld and becomes the new leader of the Tang Clan after changing his surname.

During the Jiashen Rebellion, the attitudes of various sects towards the Thirty-Six Thieves were either to punish them according to sect rules or to force them to death. None of them had a good ending.

Xu Xin, who was also a thief, could become the respected leader of a sect by changing his "surname". Naturally, this move by the Tang Sect caused dissatisfaction among some smaller sects.

Yan Huan said without hesitation: "They say they are asking for justice, but in fact, many small sects are fighting for the right to speak in the circle, right?"

"Hehe, you youngsters are really smart, you're right." Zhao Fangxu said with a wry smile.

Yan Huan thought about it and felt something was not right.

The company is responsible for preparing the Ten Leaders' Meeting, which is nothing more than increasing the checks and balances among the various forces.

As the saying goes, "If you want peace and order in the world, the best way is to establish many princes and reduce their power"!

According to common sense, Zhao Fangxu would not be troubled by the small sect's desire for a voice, unless something unexpected happened in the meantime.

"Boss Zhao, in this situation, shouldn't you satisfy the demands of the small sect, support a new 'boss', and cause trouble for the remaining old forces?"

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't talk nonsense! Xiao Huan, am I so sinister in your heart?"

"That's not true."

Zhao Fangxu tapped his fingers on the table, frowning again: "It would have been a good situation if the circle was safe and sound, and we could have supported a new 'boss', but now the circle is not stable."

"The Wang family and the Huaxing Sect had a quarrel. The conflict between the small sect and the big family suddenly intensified."

"The consumption of each other among strangers should be something the company would like to see, but now it has reached the point where the company must make adjustments. If a new 'boss' appears at this time, the troublemakers will become the old forces!"

Yan Huan took a sip of water and said, "It's really not easy for you. Why does the Wang family want to make things difficult for the Huaxing Sect?"

"Because Wang Ai's precious great-grandson, Wang Bing, is dead."

"Hey???"

(End of this chapter)