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

Chapter 59 The Art of Witchcraft and Gu
"Grandpa, I'm so scared! What's going on around here? Every one of them is a monster!"

"Hallucination, it's an illusion! Ahhhhhh!"

"Grandpa, I can't tell the difference! I really can't tell the difference!"

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By the time Lu Ci found Lu Liang, his grandson had already crossed the busy city and curled up in a construction building covered with green cloth.

One of his hands was covered with dark blue energy, and he kept pulling at his memories, as if he wanted to delete something from them. However, no matter how he deleted them, the fear and palpitations lingering in his heart would never dissipate.

Although I know that these fear images are illusions, the feeling of fear keeps playing tricks on me.

"Was this done by that kid from the Chu Ma clan?" Lu Ci grabbed Lu Liang's collar. His thin shirt couldn't withstand the pull and it tore with a "swish".

Lu Liang's eyes were red with anger and saliva flowed out of the corners of his mouth uncontrollably.

"What do you mean by a lineage of powerful spirits? Grandpa, I don't understand!" Lu Liang stared at the rotting and maggoty Lu Ci and was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, kicking his legs and backing away.

Lu Ci's scarred eyes suddenly opened, and his face, full of traces of time, was a little red and warm.

He was so frightened that he lost his mind and deleted all memories.

This idiot.

In this case, even if we send someone with the ability of soul-clarification from within the clan, it will be of no use!

Lu Ci was so angry that he clenched his fists, said hello to the Lu family members who were accompanying him, and took Lu Liang away.

Afterwards, he suppressed his anger and walked towards Lao Xiaoyuan.

When they returned to the quiet and ancient courtyard in the bustling city, the eight-immortal table used for offerings had not yet been removed. Yan Huan, Chang Lao and Dou Le were sitting around a clean white porcelain plate, observing it carefully, each one more focused than the other.

"This is the thing that harmed me. I can't figure out the trick!" Old Chang held up his chin. From the surface, it seemed that there was nothing inside.

Dou Le pinched the edge of the white porcelain plate and turned it a few times, trying to see it more clearly with the help of the light.

The plate is dim in the light, and it seems to be carrying something, but it is very small and cannot be seen clearly.

"Since it's not a toxin that acts directly on the nerves, we can only consider it from the perspective of the Gu worm."

"Poisonous insect?" Dou Le thought of the poison master assigned by the company, his face darkened, and he immediately realized that he had failed to supervise the person he hired.

He looked at Yan Huan standing aside, and felt admiration from the bottom of his heart. If this kid didn't guess it, he was just pretending to be stupid. He was saving face for himself and the company!

Yan Huan covered his mouth and lowered his head, staring at the plate without saying a word.

He showed the dead poisonous insect not because he really wanted Chang Lao and Dou Le to see clearly. He put on such a show to Lu Ci. Otherwise, it would show the character of the older generation who "does not care about life and death, and fights if not convinced". He was really afraid that Lu Ci would get too excited and do something extreme.

"Mr. Chang, don't worry about this matter. Leave it to us."

Dou Le was not stupid, he just followed the steps given by Yan Huan.

"You are good at this, and I am relieved if you do it, but you have to handle it beautifully. You dare to tamper with my memory, you must be tired of living. It is not easy to do things that are open to the public, otherwise I will give him a shuttle of peanuts to taste."

Yan Huan placed the white porcelain plate in front of Dou Le and said, "Then I'll trouble the company to handle these matters. Should Mr. Dou speak to Patriarch Lu or should I speak to him?"

Of course, it would be best if a company representative could come forward.

When talking, if you mention Cao Cao, Cao Cao will appear. "If you have something to say to me, why not just say it here?" Lu Ci strode in, looking at Chang Lao with narrowed eyes, "Brother Qingsong, congratulations on your recovery. Why did you get out of bed? You should take care of yourself and rest well."

"Oh, sorry to bother you all in the alien circle. This is my fault. If I hadn't gotten involved in this mess, your great-grandson wouldn't have been harmed like that."

The corner of Lu Ci's mouth twitched, "You are not good at learning, so you deserve this disaster."

"Should you guys vent your anger on this matter, or should I ask Fatty Zhao to solve it?" Old Chang dragged down the tall stool under the table and poured tea for Lu Ci. "Sit down and talk."

"This matter?" Lu Ci slapped his thigh and sat up straight on the stool. "So, you have figured out this matter."

"Why don't you let this little brother Yan speak?"

Yan Huan raised his head slightly and stole a glance at the top of Lu Ci's head without making any sound. Ever since this guy approached, his hostility was overwhelming, like a dark cloud pressing down on a city. The hair of a group of little weasels hiding behind him all stood up.

"Master Lu, do you know about witchcraft?"

Yan Huan pushed the white porcelain plate over.

The head of the Lu family, one of the four major families, is naturally well-informed. As for witchcraft, it originated in ancient times. Various dynasties in between had issued decrees prohibiting its refining and use, especially during the Han and Tang dynasties when the laws were strict. Anyone who practiced witchcraft or raised an unformed Gu would be exiled, and those who raised a formed Gu would be beheaded.

Witchcraft is used to harm enemies. In addition to poisonous insects, puppets used by emperors and their harems to win favor and power are also a type of witchcraft.

"Miao tribe?" Lu Ci opened his eyes slightly. When talking about witchcraft now, they naturally couldn't avoid the Miao witches.

Yan Huan nodded and tapped the porcelain plate with his fingers. "Can you see clearly? This is not an ordinary poison. This is a live poison. It is much more virulent than the ordinary poison. Because they are still alive, it is difficult for the witch to detect them. I was bitten hard by them."

"It's a pity that my skills are limited and I realized it too late, otherwise I would have tried my best to protect this descendant for you!"

boom!
Yan Huan knocked on the table angrily, causing the lids of several teacups to hit the rims of the cups, making a slight sound.

"Hmph!" The hostility hanging over Lu Ci's head had not yet dissipated, and he had not yet completely believed Yan Huan.

However, it was just one-sided statement and Yan Huan didn't hope it would have much effect. The rest depended on Dou Le's help.

"The methods used by the Great Gu Master are extremely evil." Dou Le looked solemn and shook his head helplessly, "The Zhou family matter has not been properly dealt with for many years."

Lu Ci nodded thoughtfully. The Lu family was one of the ones who participated in the hunt for the "Thirty-Six Thieves" back then. As the head of the family, how could he not know about the Zhou family?

Wei Shufen, one of the "30 thieves" back then, gave Zhou Quan's son a poison called "Thousand-Day Amaranthus". The poison was so horrifying that it could be % inherited by future generations. Moreover, the descendants would age rapidly after the age of , with all their internal organs decaying and they would die suddenly.

Zhou Dao, the grandson of Zhou Quan, once sought help from Longhu Mountain. Unfortunately, the old Taoist priest who was proficient in "life and death" was still helpless when facing the thousand-day red. This is enough to show how terrible the poison is.

Snap, snap!
Lu Ci's fingers tapped the table habitually. After thinking for a moment, he picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. The hostility above his head was still there, but it was much weaker than before.

"Do you have any idea? Tell me the place."

Dou Le flipped through his phone and found that he had gone to Guizhou and was wandering around Leigong Mountain and Yueliang Mountain.

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At this moment, a message flashed across Dou Le's phone screen: "He bought a ticket to Guangxi."

Yan Huan half-held her chin and bit her lower lip, "This guy is so anxious that he went after the wood spirit."

(End of this chapter)