I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 248 Decisive Battle ()

He Si held her breath and did not answer. She glanced coldly at Qin Jian and saw that his expression did not change, his body was straight, and he even squeezed her hand. She thought that his injury should not be serious.

He Si finally let out the anger in her chest, looked at Yanyan and said, "Can your pen still make me cry?"

"You don't think I would write down a plot like - the little girl shed tears?" Yanyan had jumped off the mirror because of the confrontation between fire and water just now. Now she leaned against the mirror frame with a pretentious look. "This pen can control external objects, but it can't control you. But how difficult is it to make Miss He cry?"

"I have never been a crybaby since I was a child."

"Then your Qin Jian will have to suffer more." Yanyan shrugged nonchalantly, and the pen rotated at his fingertips, drawing a complete circle.

Following this movement, a circle appeared under Qin Jian's feet, just like the circle that Sun Wukong drew on the ground with his golden hoop before he left to beg for alms, encircling Tang Monk. But Qin Jian was not Tang Monk, and Yanyan was naturally not Sun Wukong. The circle on the ground separated Qin Jian and He Si, and then, green branches and leaves emerged from the circle and quickly grew into black spikes.

Qin Jian looked down, but He Si called out softly, "Emperor's House?"

Sure enough, the wide sleeves on the right side of Qin Jian moved without wind, and the blood-red bracelet and pale wrist appeared in front of He Si.

He Si felt uneasy. Ever since Qin Jian was injured, this string of Emperor's House has been with him. It can resist injury and protect against evil. The red bracelet helped him suppress the evil spirit of the wound. He didn't take it off until he recovered. It was Qin Jian's amulet. He Si had gotten used to this indifferent existence that should be inconsistent with Qin Jian's temperament, but unexpectedly fits his indifference. In her cognition, this string of Emperor's House belongs to their camp, but seeing the plants gradually emerging in the circle, He Si suddenly became uncertain - Yanyan is an elusive enemy. Even if he is standing in front of her at this moment, she feels that the other party is still in the fog.

The unknown made her confused, but she had to do something. The thread shot out from her fingertips towards the spikes winding up from the ground. The moment she entered that area, the light circle on the ground suddenly expanded, blocking all external forces.

At the same time, the wind blade under Xiao Jiuyi rose again, but Yanyan's speed was even faster. She turned the tip of the pen, and another circle appeared under her feet. Like a sponge, it easily absorbed the tremendous force without making any sound.

In fact, everything was as expected. Qin Jian shook his head at He Si. He did not move, but the imperial house on his wrist moved. The red fruit burst, and emerald green buds emerged from it. In a blink of an eye, they turned their bodies upside down and grew downwards, obviously trying to touch their kind on the ground. They tested each other, entangled, and struggled...

Trapped in a small corner, Qin Jian could not use fire or wind. He used the same thing as Yanyan's. However, perhaps due to the lack of nutrients obtained from being rooted in the soil, the plant growing on Qin Jian's wrist gradually lost ground and was covered by a thicker dark green, almost unable to touch the air and sunlight.

He Si thought she would see a fight between ancient plants, but just when the drooping branches were engulfed by the power from bottom to top, the situation changed. Emerald green emerged from the dark green, and even red fruits grew. The branches of the new and old plants were connected. He Si couldn't even tell which thorns belonged to Qin Jian and which belonged to Yanyan. But at this moment, the two plants were no longer fighting, but symbiotically assimilated. They shared the same power and continued to grow, from the man's calf to his waist, from his wrist to his shoulder, and finally stopped at his proud neck, forcing Qin Jian to raise his head and look at their new master - Yanyan won, and the imperial house on Qin Jian's wrist turned against him.

"Look, I will take away everything that belongs to you. Now even your imperial house is mine," Yanyan looked at the man who was completely trapped by her with satisfaction, and then looked at He Si, "Don't be in a hurry to feel bad, everything has just begun, wait a little longer, even you will become mine." As she said this, she clenched her hands suddenly. He Si had already anticipated the ending. The spikes pierced into Qin Jian's flesh and blood, and his long gown was soaked with blood. She instinctively wanted to close her eyes, but she heard Yanyan scream, and then it seemed that his feet slipped and the whole person fell forward. When He Si reacted, Yanyan's clenched hands had been completely opened and supported on the mirror in front of him.

A familiar voice sounded in her ears. He Si turned around in surprise and saw a tall figure walking in, still with a nonchalant expression on his face.

"Oh, Miss Tan, what happened? Did you write it crookedly?"

"You!" Yanyan's swagger was broken. She looked at the water that suddenly froze under her feet, then looked at the person who came. She quickly adjusted her facial expression and said sarcastically, "Director Fan has a lot of blood."

"Sprinkle some water, I'm gifted, you know." Fan Yu still looked indifferent, but the black dagger that he always held in his hand turned into a tortoise shell covered with cracks.

"Oracle bone fragments?" He Si's eyes lit up, and then she looked at the pen in Yanyan's hand, and her heart felt much more at ease.

Yanyan obviously saw what Fan Yu was holding, and reminded him, "You should have seen what happened to Deng Lin. Using the Word Spirit Technique with a mortal body will definitely backfire."

"As I said before, you are gifted." Fan Yu shook his legs provocatively. His expression was somewhat similar to the carefree Yanyan before.

Seeing Yanyan's humiliation, He Si felt secretly pleased and became more friendly to Fan Yu. She asked in a rare gentle tone, "How did you get here?"

"It brought me here, not just me, but everyone else," Fan Yu said, stroking the tortoise shell in his hand again. "Unfortunately, Director Deng is getting more and more stingy as he gets older. He rejected my suggestion to disassemble the sixteen-section dragon and phoenix jade pendant. As a result, we got separated after all the twists and turns."

"The field I set up is not that easy to enter."

"It's not easy indeed. I have to thank Miss Tan for this. The oracle bone fragments that led the way were given to me by you personally."

Yanyan tried to keep her face calm, but she couldn't help but feel angry. Indeed, she had been behind all the previous encounters, but the antiques she selected were all objects that looked impressive but had no room for use in actual combat. For example, this tortoise shell needed to be driven by life, but she didn't expect that the person in front of her had a metabolism different from that of ordinary people. His overly vigorous vitality just happened to resist the side effect of tortoise shell that makes people age. She had calculated everything, but she gave Fan Yu a handy weapon, and this person was not within her setting range - when she wrote "You will never be able to defeat me", she didn't consider this mortal at all.