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

Chapter 382 Mr. Shuijing, your killing calamity has arrived

In the private room of Tianshangrenjian KTV in Shanghai, colorful lights kept spinning and neon lights cast distorted light and shadows on the walls.

The air was filled with the smell of expensive perfume and alcohol, and the electronic music from the speakers hit people's hearts again and again.

Wang Lian huddled on the edge of the sofa, looking down at the wine glass in his hand. His fingers trembled slightly with nervousness, but he didn't dare put it down or drink.

“I want to die...I want to die..."

Glancing at the side, Sima Yi was half leaning in the middle of the sofa, his face slightly tipsy, his smile casual and unrestrained.

“Can this state of existence really be described as spiritual?”

Wang Lian was puzzled. The ghosts were integrated into the modern world without any sense of incongruity.

Sima Yi noticed the strange looks from those around him and said with a smile, "You have grown up so big, you must have been to such occasions before, right?"

"He's obviously a rich young man, but his life is so hard."

"Hey~ The next one is mine~"

Sima Yi held a woman in a sequined miniskirt with his left hand, and another pink-haired girl with her shoulders slightly exposed with his right hand. His laughter lingered in the box like a silver bell.

After a song, the pink-haired girl handed over some grapes.

"Wow, you sing so well, brother!"

Sima Yi chewed a grape and looked at Wang Lian who was as stiff as a piece of wood in the corner.

"Hey~Xiao Lianzi, you really don't want to play?"

He smiled and pushed the girl in front of him: "You guys take the initiative, this guy has reserved the place today, whoever makes him happy may get a tip~"

Wang Lian raised his eyes and glanced secretly at Sima Yi, but was suddenly approached by a woman next to him, and the smell of perfume instantly surrounded him.

"Brother, let's play together. I can see from your temperament that you are an artist. It just so happens that I know a little about music." The woman smiled frivolously and her fingertips stroked Wang Lian's chin in an ambiguous manner.

Wang Lian's face turned red, and he tried to move away, turning his head away.

A group of rouge powder...

"Have another drink with me!" Sima Yi raised the glass again, and the wine spilled out as he shook it, spilling onto the carpet.

Wang Lian pushed the woman away and said anxiously, "Sir, are you really not in a hurry to do what Brother Huan told us to do?"

"How long are we going to waste in this place?"

Sima Yi gulped down a bottle of fruit wine and burped.

"How can it be a waste? What we are doing now is obviously very meaningful. Besides, I have long wanted to play with the young ladies now. I have been trapped for so long, what's wrong with enjoying myself occasionally?"

Wang Lian lowered his head and clenched his fists.

What they, father and son, are doing now is like walking on a tightrope next to a cliff. If they are not careful, they will be doomed. How can he have the leisure time to sing and drink here?

The atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

Upon seeing this, Sima Yi dismissed the "princesses" who were drinking with him and moved to sit next to Wang Lian.

Even the music from the speakers stopped.

"Your old man has no reason to offend Shui Jing, so he will most likely not be able to leave Qunling Mountain. During this period of time, without a leader, your entire family will be in chaos in a few days."

"When the time comes, we can do more with less effort."

Wang Lian nodded thoughtfully, but he was still a little worried. Those old stubborn people who had served under the master for many years would not change their minds so easily.

Sima Yi seemed to have guessed what Wang Lian was thinking and said with a smile: "Those old guys are the simplest."

After saying that, he made a gesture of wiping his neck.

The most high-end power grab often only requires the simplest solution.

Especially when fighting between different people is not protected by rules, things become even more convenient.

"So don't worry."

Sima Yi clapped his hands, and the "princesses" who had been singing and drinking came back one after another.

"Keep playing music, keep dancing!"

"Speaking of which, little Lianzi, it is no exaggeration to say that the world is going downhill these days. In the past, when the madam was trying to attract customers, she would always say: 'My girls are proficient in everything, including music, chess, calligraphy and painting! '"

"Now they are student girls, lonely wives... They get wet when touched... It seems the standard of the profession has dropped a lot."

“Hmm…” Wang Lian glanced to the side again and realized that he still didn’t like this person.

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In the bamboo forest in the backyard of the Yan family in Jiangxi Province, Yan Yue was operating several mechanical dragonflies for spying.

As one of the Eight Great Skills, "Divine Machine Hundred Refinements" is indeed brilliant. It has been a long time since she has refined so many magical instruments in a short period of time like now.

Whoosh!

The flame left in the yard leaped wildly, and Yan Huan flashed out from the heart of the flame.

"Brother, you're back!"

"Where is Lao Ma?" Yan Huan asked casually as he didn't see Ma Xianhong.

Yan Yue smiled and said, "Senior Brother Ma was afraid that you would blame him, so he ran away early."

"He got away fast."

It has to be said that after being away from Qu Tong, Ma Xianhong's mind has become a lot more sophisticated.

"What about my Poké Ball?"

"Hehe! These!" Yan Yue took out a magic weapon the size of a longan, pressed the button in the middle, and the ball became the size of a fist.

This magical instrument has a small and round appearance, a simple and unique design, and is spherical in shape, consisting of two parts, the upper and lower parts.

The upper part is bright red, the lower part is pure white, and the two are separated by a circle of delicate black ring.

In the center is a conspicuous button, smooth and silver, with a slight metallic texture.

"This magic weapon can absorb Yin Qi, and the space constructed inside is also large enough for Yin ghosts and spiritual creatures to survive. As long as Qi is injected into it, the spirits can be contained and released at will."

Yan Yue is a veteran anime fan, and most of the designs of his mechanical creations come from anime.

For example, the bamboo dragonfly used in the Luotian Dajiao came from the blue fat man, Yan Huan’s storage tool is the Dragon Ball capsule, not to mention the Poké Ball now.

"Let me try it first."

Yan Huan unfolded the spiritual flag, and a wisp of Yin energy fell to the ground and took shape. The big-headed ghost sat on the ground with his head in his hands.

"No, buddy..."

"I hope that the next time I'm used, it'll be against a master." The big-headed ghost muttered, and a Poké Ball flew towards him.

Swish!
The circle in the middle of the Poké Ball opens up and separates the top and bottom.

The big-headed ghost felt a strong suction force pulling him, and in just three seconds, he turned into black mist and drilled into the ball.

Snapped!
Yan Huan squeezed it and the Poké Ball returned to his hand.

“The degree of completion is quite high…”

Now that things have come to this, who still needs to “capture spirits and dispatch generals”?

Although the Spirit Bounding Technique can capture Pokémons and the Spirit Flag can provide a living space for Pokémons, the feeling is completely different from using the Poké Ball.

For other aliens, the Poké Ball might be too childish, but for the wizard, it is just right.

At this time, Yan Yue explained: "The effect of controlling the spirit depends on the strength of the spirit. Even if a powerful spirit is collected, there is still a risk of it breaking free."

"Besides, it cannot condense the souls of the dead."

"Can it break free? That means it's even more complete." Yan Huan put the Poké Ball into the storage capsule and put it away carefully.

Yan Yue on the opposite side pouted back and forth, looking guilty.

Her cousin had always been a cautious person. She thought he would be severely punished for being exposed to the deadly "Eight Great Techniques" this time. However, he was able to avoid being scolded because of the "face" of the Poké Ball.

During the conversation, the old butler in charge of the mansion came over. "The master is calling for dinner. The young master's friend is coming."

"Where are your friends?"

"I heard it was from the Wuhou faction."

"Zhuge Qing?"

Yan Huan arrived at the reception hall, pushed open the door, and was greeted by the aroma of food.

Steaming dishes were neatly arranged on the table, and white mist was coming out of the soup bowls.

The lobby lights are soft, casting circles of light on the wooden tables.

As soon as he stepped into the door, Yan Huan saw Zhuge Qing sitting at the table, holding a teacup in both hands.

His fox eyes narrowed slightly, and the moment he saw Yan Huan, he smiled.

That smile was like a piece of paper hanging in the wind, light and fluttering, as if it would break with the slightest effort, revealing an almost pale sense of powerlessness.

Yan Huan's gaze fell on Zhuge Qing's chest. The hanging jade stone had lost its luster and turned gray, like an ordinary pebble that had fallen on the roadside.

"How come you have time to come to Jiangxi?" Yan Huan pulled out a chair and sat down, his tone calm.

Zhuge Qing took a sip of tea, and the smile on the corner of his lips faded like the light on the water.

He whispered, "I came here to ask for help from Master Yan, and I also need the help of Junior Sister Yan Yu for some things."

After the Luotian Grand Ceremony, Zhuge Qing traveled outside and finally gained enlightenment and knew what he wanted.

He wants to return to showbiz and pursue his former stardom.

Previously, Zhuge Qing was active in the entertainment industry, but he left in anger because he was dissatisfied with the unspoken rules. Speaking of his acting experience, there was only the TV series "Pretty Oppa with Long Legs" broadcast in 12, in which he played the fifth male lead, the Ninth Prince.

I lack experience and connections, but fortunately my acting skills are decent. What I lack is opportunities.

It just so happened that Yan Youlong was a big name in the drama world, and his schoolmate Yan Yu was a popular star with some connections in the entertainment industry. Zhuge Qing wanted to start from there and strive for a small supporting role and slowly work his way up.

After saying that, Yan Yu, who was eating a bowl of rice, took over the conversation.

"Giving some resources is a small matter. What's important is the topicality."

"The descendant of Wu Hou plays Wu Hou, which will make it a hot topic. Anyway, Mr. Kong Ming was only 27 years old when he came out of the mountains, which is about the same, about the same..."

Zhuge Qing choked.

In front of the ancestors, play the role of the ancestors...
A bit challenging.

But it's still a good idea.

Yan Youlong stroked his beard and put down his bowl and chopsticks: "That's fine, Xiaoqing, you and Xiaoyu can go directly to the Magic City, it will be convenient for you to take care of me then."

"Today's fans are all crazy. With a master like you by my side, I feel relieved as an old man."

Zhuge Qing bowed and said, "Thank you, Mr. Yan."

"You're welcome. You're welcome." Yan Youlong replied, picked up the chicken leg pieces from the big plate of chicken and put them into Yan Huan's bowl.

"Xiao Huan, decide whether you want to join me in the entertainment industry. Nowadays, looks are everything. If you have good looks, then nothing else matters."

"I think you should just play up your reputation in the circle and play Mr. Shuijing, which will be a good opportunity to further improve our 'Mask of Godhood'."

Yan Huan picked up the piece of carp in scallion oil and handed it back.

"Please forgive me, old man."

The entertainment industry is full of chaos and Yan Huan doesn't have Zhuge Qing's courage to get involved.

The mask of divinity, after all, is a means of stealing faith. Even if one reaches the third level, it is seen by outsiders as a means of self-deception by an actor, and it will ultimately be difficult to achieve great success.

"Eh——" Yan Youlong sighed in disappointment, looked into the bowl dimly, picked up the fish and rice and started eating.

"Be careful of the thorns..."

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After having a good meal and tea, Yan Huan glanced at Zhuge Qing, who was worried, and pointed outside the house.

Ah Qing understood what he meant, said goodbye to Mr. Yan temporarily, stood up and left with Yan Huan.

It was noon at the end of March, the sun was shining brightly, the shadows of the bamboos in the front yard swayed in the breeze, and the ground was covered with mottled light and shadows.

The bamboo leaves rustled, and the air was mixed with a hint of spring warmth. Occasionally, the sound of birds chirping could be heard from the woods, breaking the tranquility of the afternoon.

Yan Huan and Zhuge Qing walked side by side on the bluestone path. The fallen leaves under their feet were occasionally blown up by the wind, spinning and floating away into the distance.

Yan Huan glanced at the jade on Zhuge Qing's chest and raised his eyebrows slightly: "You made this special trip, it's not just to discuss resources, right? What's wrong with Mr. Kong Ming?"

Zhuge Qing paused, raised his hand to take off the jade stone on his chest and handed it to Yan Huan.

His smile was a little forced. "Take a look at this."

Yan Huan took the jade, and the moment her fingertips touched it, she felt something strange - it was too quiet.

It was as lifeless as the pebbles on a river bank.

Yan Huan gathered a stream of Qi, assisted by the dim light of Bifang, and poured it all into it, trying to awaken its Qi, but the jade stone still did not react, like a dead object.

"The backlash of doing things against heaven?" Yan Huan asked in a deep voice, with a hint of coldness between his brows.

The damage that Bifang could not reverse could only be the backlash brought about by disobeying heaven. Fortunately, although the soul was weak, it could be slowly nurtured.

Zhuge Qing lowered his head and sighed, his tone helpless: "Yes... the ancestor has gone against the will of heaven again and set up a fortune-telling formation."

"Just now at the table, there are some things I can't say. This trip to Jiangxi is mainly for you."

"The ancestor observed the celestial phenomena at night and knew that the situation was changing, so he temporarily attached himself to me and calculated the near future."

Has the situation changed?

Yan Huan pondered the word carefully. There had been drastic changes in the circle recently, and only the Wang family was affected.

But for Zhuge Kongming, the Wang family's affairs were minor. Even if they affected the changes in power in the alien circle, it would not cause a great sorcerer of his level to suffer backlash.

Yan Huan asked tentatively: "Can you tell me?"

Zhuge Qing nodded. Perhaps his ancestors had taken advantage of some loophole again, hurting his soul, but the information obtained was retained in Qing's mind.

"After one year, the millennium-long structure of the alien world will be completely broken. The severity of this incident will even affect the inheritance of all sects in the world."

"This is one of them. The other is the second thing that was involved..."

"Mr. Shui Jing, you will face a calamity in about a month. As for the specific outcome, the ancestor has not calculated it, so I can only give you a verbal reminder. Please be careful."

Killing disaster is a special and dangerous fate. The people who are affected by it will experience great ups and downs in life and death, and their fortune and misfortune are unpredictable.

After listening to this, Yan Huan said nothing and left a green feather for Zhuge Qing.

"Anyway, thank you very much. It's hard for Mr. Kong Ming to take the risk."

Zhuge Qing replied: "No, the original words of the ancestor are that Mr. Shuijing has done a great favor to him and the Wuhou Sect, so this little thing is nothing."

"Hmm..." Zhuge Qing was silent for a moment, then continued to ask: "What are you going to do?"

In the eyes of the sorcerer, the past is irreversible, but the future can be changed. As long as one prepares for the future, this kind of disaster can be avoided.

And Zhuge Qing just happened to point out a place for Yan Huan - Longhu Mountain!

"I don't think there is anyone in this world who can cause trouble when the old Taoist priest and you two join forces. If there is... then there is really no way to stop it."

Yan Huan thought about it and shook his head to reject the proposal.

"Why?" Zhuge Qing asked anxiously.

"I have no doubt about Mr. Kong Ming's methods, but I cannot divert the trouble to others and cause unrest in Longhu Mountain just because of my personal affairs."

Zhuge Qing was stunned for a moment, then he bowed and smiled, "I am sorry for the rudeness... But for the next month, please let Wu Hou Sect intervene and help."

Yan Huan smiled knowingly, "I will accept the kindness first. But Mr. Kong Ming said that it is a killing disaster, not a death disaster. Then in the end, it is not certain who will kill whom, right?"

"Ah - this..." Zhuge Qing didn't know how to answer for a moment, "Let alone the death calamity, even if it is a killing calamity, I can't imagine that scene."

(End of this chapter)