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

Chapter 54: Don't listen to advice, see you on the sword
Although it is not known whether there is such a thing as "natal elves" in this world, there are indeed elves that can sign a contract directly with the sorcerer's soul. These elves do not possess the sorcerer's body, but the soul. They usually sink into the deep sea of ​​consciousness and reveal themselves when necessary.

This specific spirit is one of the few tolerable "impurities" in a sorcerer's soul.

While sailing, Yan Huan had an epiphany while looking at the sea. He realized that the circle of extraordinary people was no longer a big river with undercurrents. After seven years of hard training and the improvement of his "sexual skills", some big guys hidden in the depths of his soul gradually surfaced.

Yan Huan was not arrogant and conceited when he sneered at the “Double Hand”, one of the “Eight Wonderful Skills”. Rather, these were some methods targeting the soul, and he had elves he trusted enough to protect everything for him.

"Let's get started. Let me experience the mystery of the innate supernatural power of one of the four great masters." Yan Huan spread out a straw mat and meditated on the spot.

Lu Liang rubbed the dark blue qi ball with both hands, put his right index finger and middle finger together, and pointed the dark blue light along his fingertips, which then landed on Yan Huan's brow.

Afterwards, he followed the same method and used the soul-clarifying technique to connect the extradited memory with Chang Lao.

"The passage is open for you. What to do next depends on you, the sorcerer."

Yan Huan closed his eyes and thought, feeling his consciousness being pulled away for a moment. The door to the passage that was flickering with dim light was tightly closed, blocking everything out.

It is easy to understand one's true nature and eliminate impurities in the soul, but it is not easy to forcibly invade the consciousness of a living person with one's own will.

"How exactly do these little blue hands with all their parts work?"

"Spying and copying people's memories is outrageous enough, but modifying memories is even more unreasonable."

No wonder Ma Xianhong was almost turned into a fool.

"Mr. Chang's resistance is also very abnormal." A smile appeared on Yan Huan's lips as he entered a state of meditation.

That is for sure, otherwise how could our ancestors win those victories that seemed like a pipe dream when the country was losing.

"Hey, hey, hey, be serious, or I'll really think you're breaking down the structure of our innate special abilities."

As the middleman, Lu Liang felt something was wrong.

Anyone who dares to be distracted during the process of memory instillation is either a madman or a fool, and he doesn't even care about the obstacle of being possessed.

"Please, Mr. Chang, let me give you a hand." Yan Huan said silently in his heart, and suddenly a child's soft voice flashed through his mind.

"Brother Huan, I seem to see a colorful bubble."

"Hei Tai Sui...Hei Tai..."

Damn, I didn’t give this kid a name earlier.

"Sui Sui, what colorful bubbles?"

"It was just a huge soap bubble with everything in it. I thought I could touch it with my hand. When I touched it, it was so noisy inside, like firecrackers were going off!"

firecracker?

"You are distracted again! And what are all these commotions? Is it the spirits carried by your disciples? Shut it up, I'm almost killed by the noise!" Lu Liang shouted, and suddenly felt a strong consciousness eroding the bridge he built.

This resistance did not come from Mr. Chang, but from Yan Huan.

"why?"

Lu Liang looked back at the master and made up his mind, "Since you want to interrupt, let me see what you are hiding before that!"

The plans of the spirit medium family, whether Guan Shihua, one of the Ten Elders, and Na Ruhu are in collusion, and the Gao family who remains silent... All this information from the Northeast, even if only a small part of it is dug out, will be of great help to the Lu family.

Of course, all family matters, big or small, were supported by the grandfather, and Lu Liang didn't care about these things, but since it was the grandfather's intention, he just did it.

Lu Liang remained calm and quietly changed the trajectory of the "Soul-Clearing Technique" and gradually explored Yan Huan's memory.

But just when the Qi extended by Lu Liang was about to touch the memory, a cold and evil energy went upstream along the casting trajectory of the "Minghunshu" and rushed straight into Lu Liang's mind.

The boy with the pot-cut hair froze as if he had been electrocuted. His pupils shrank. As darkness invaded his eyes, a chaotic, boundless, strange and ferocious sea spread out around him. The sky was dyed dark green, and the clouds were divided into deep and shallow ravines. A huge and narrow gap opened up from the boundless universe, deep and dark, with no bottom in sight.

Lu Liang's body trembled a few times, and suddenly, it seemed as if the stars had moved. The dark green covering the sky and the ravines of the clouds turned gently a few times, and the sky actually had an arc, flashing a crystal clear light.

The next moment, the narrow gap began to rotate left and right.

Lu Liang looked up and hugged the pot-covered hair tightly with both hands, "That's not the sky... That's not the sky!"

Above the head, there was not a dark green sky at all, and the gloomy darkness was not a slit at all, but a vertical pupil.

Lu Liang didn't know what was staring at him now. What made him even more uncomfortable was that he knew clearly that he was in the inner room of the small courtyard and his grandfather was guarding next to him, but he couldn't make a sound. The evil wind that invaded all around seemed to make him exposed naked in the ice and snow.

All that remained in my ears was Yan Huan's kind words of advice and that calm whisper:

Don't snoop into other people's memories at will, otherwise in the end, you won't know who you have offended.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

"Grandpa, my head hurts! My head hurts!"

Lu Liang suddenly came back to his senses, ran towards the armchair, and knelt in front of Lu Ci.

Just as he looked up, he saw that his grandfather's face was covered with pus-filled tumors, which burst open with a "pop" sound, and pus spilled all over the ground. Three green plants grew out of the wounds, splitting Lu Ci's face in three directions.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Lu Liang roared and ran out of the door frantically.

Yan Huan turned back in confusion, looking at Lv Ci who was slightly stunned in the armchair, "Old Patriarch Lv, what happened to this kid of yours?"

Lu Ci stood up, glanced at the straw mat beside the bed, then turned his attention to the commotion coming from the scenic area, and followed out without haste.

"Hey, hey, hey! No!?" Dou Le scratched his nearly bald head, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"I have some knowledge of witch doctors. This is most likely a form of insanity, which is difficult to cure." Yan Huan sighed helplessly, "But the Lu family is rich and powerful, maybe they can find a cure, maybe..."

The god of deceit, with a gentle nature and a poisonous mouth, is in charge of frightening and strange things. He is called "Teng Snake.

If you listen to advice, you will have enough food to eat. If you don’t listen to advice, you will face the knife.

Having said that, there will always be people who will ignore Yan Huan's good intentions.

However, when walking in the world, Yan Huan believes that he should be like a mirror. He reflects good when he sees good, and reflects evil when he sees evil. If he receives a favor from someone, he will return the favor. This is to establish a small connection. But if he meets some people who are grinning, then the way he treats people reflected in the mirror will naturally become a fierce look. If he shows his fangs to others, he should bear the corresponding consequences and don't be afraid of being bitten back. This can also be regarded as a kind of reciprocity.

"Alas! Now that the Lu family is gone, won't things be delayed again?" Dou Le clapped his hands. When he was worried, his urge to smoke came back. He fumbled for the cigarette box on his chest, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Boss Dou, if you have anything else to do, go ahead and do it. I'll take care of everything here. Also, it doesn't matter where it's urgent!"

After listening to Yan Huan's words, Dou Le felt that it made sense. It would be useless for him to just stand there and wait. He might as well go out and smoke a cigarette. It would be the same if he just waited there and waited in the smoke.

clap clap clap!

Dou Le walked out in small steps.

There was no one around and it was finally quiet.

Yan Huan spread out his palms, and countless tiny purple whiskers emerged from his palms. "In the ancient books of sorcerers of all generations, there is no record that Black Tai Sui's boarding ability can extend to memory."

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