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

Chapter 56 Gu Insect
The war is over?
Chang Qingsong's clear pupils turned cloudy, "You...you..."

This person in front of me looks familiar!
"Ahhh! I recognize you! Guojun, Old Zhang from the entrance of South Alley. When I was almost ninety years old, your house caught fire!"

This Lao Zhang was his wartime partner, but the two of them only became friends when their hair turned gray. At that time, Lao Zhang's bungalow caught fire, and he risked his life to snatch an iron box of medals awarded by the National Army from it.

Then more people gathered around, and he knelt on the ground and burst into tears:
At that time, I was fighting the Japanese devils, not my own people!

I didn’t hit my own people! Ahhhhhh!
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Later, people from the local government came over and said that the contribution of the national army had long been recognized. At this time, Lao Zhang cried even harder while holding the iron box.

Chang Qingsong could not forget that scene for a long time.

"I don't know you at this time. You shouldn't be here. This face... this face is the face in the old photo. You are Lao Zhang. You are Lao Zhang!"

Hands as rough as tree bark held Yan Huan's cheeks, and the calloused thumbs began to rub them.

At this time, the sound of the enemy plane's propeller was heard in the air, and a long whistle passed by.

Yan Huan felt that the light and shadows around him were stretched out and flashed by quickly like a sped-up movie. When he came to his senses, he was already standing in the middle of the team.

There were rows of soldiers standing around, they were wearing square pot-like helmets, their faces covered in mud and ash were full of determination, and at this moment they were singing together.

That was the "Big Sword March" composed by composer Mai Xin in July 1937:
Brothers in Arms Nationwide
The day of the war has come
The day of the war has come
There are volunteers from the Northeast ahead

Behind them are the people of the whole country

Our anti-Japanese brothers march forward bravely
Look at the enemy and destroy him.

Go and destroy him!

The big knife chopped at the heads of the devils!
kill!

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As the last word "Kill" was shouted out, amid the deafening momentum, Chang Lao, who had returned to his twilight years, staggered and limped along as the team moved forward. The figures of his comrades, whose real or fake identities were unknown, passed by him one after another.

"kill···"

Old Chang opened his dry lips, and his weathered and hoarse voice shouted along with the team, and soon merged with the voices of his comrades.

Yan Huan, standing outside of history, clenched his fists and shouted, "Kill!"

With a shout, something strange happened. The memory image he possessed rushed out first and broke into the chaotic battlefield. Even in Chang Lao's memory, the ancestor broke in ahead of Yan Huan.

boom!
The gunfire roared, and balls of flesh and blood exploded in front of Yan Huan.

"Ah-ah!!!"

Chang Lao crawled out from the pile of corpses and looked around in a daze. He picked up the parts of his comrades that he could still recognize, and then his whole body sank into the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

He stared at the gray sky, and the light in his pupils was about to disappear.

Yan Huan, who was standing far away, could do nothing but sit cross-legged on the spot.

At this moment, a clear bird song was heard from the smoke-filled sky, and pieces of green feathers fell from the sky, covering the dying Chang Lao.

With bursts of faint light, his wounds pierced by bullets healed, and the flesh torn by the bomb's blast grew back little by little.

Yan Huan looked up and saw a spirit bird appear in the gloomy and depressing sky. It flapped its wings and swept away the remaining deathly aura in the air.

"Divine bird... Divine..."

"Save them, and them, save my comrades..."

The bluebird in the sky remained indifferent, its body gradually dissipated and fell into the pile of corpses in the blood, mud and dirt.

With despair in his eyes, Chang Lao kowtowed to the air, but only received a green feather.

He pressed the feather on his comrade's body and watched the clear glow in the feather veins dissipate, but the dead man did not come back to life.

"Bifang, who possesses the ability to construct, can only heal, not bring the dead back to life." Yan Huan sighed.

Bifang's figure completely disappeared, and a thin green line connected to Chang Lao's body.

"The wood spirit Bifang followed Mr. Chang?" Why?
With the wood spirit leaning beside him, he should be immune to all poisons and diseases, and Master Chang will not fall into the devil's trap.

Yan Huan thought about it, his eyes fixed on the blood-stained pocket of Chang Lao's shirt.

"The wood spirit possessed the bone chain, and then Mr. Chang gave it to his grandchildren?"

At this point, this is the only guess.

"We have roughly guessed Bifang's whereabouts. Now we just need to get Elder Chang out."

Yan Huan was still thinking about how to get close to Changqingsong when he was inexplicably bitten.

"Brother Huan, it hurts so much! Something is biting my hand! I can't see it." Sui Sui cried out in grievance.

Yan Huan opened his right eye, and with a slight pain brought about by the split of his thoughts and perspective, two completely different pictures appeared in his eyes.

"All the spirits are here to welcome Huang Zhengyang."

With the little weasel's innate magical powers, there would be no enemies hiding in the dark in front of Yan Huan.

Following that hint of hostility, Yan Huan's eyes fell on the unconscious Chang Lao.

Through the flesh and blood, one could see that the old man's veins were filled with black air, leaving only a track of the Du meridian, as if it was expected that someone would start from the Du meridian to diagnose the old man's condition.

"It passes directly through the stomach meridian, gallbladder meridian, bladder meridian, triple burner meridian and conception meridian, and affects the head. The filth lurking in it is alive, so it is difficult for the witch to detect it, but this is indeed witchcraft..."

It's witchcraft!

"Brother Huan, that bite just now was fatal, but these things are too weak. I can easily kill them with my curse, tooth for tooth." Zhengyang said happily, with a hint of arrogance in his tone.

"Not a single one will be left."

At Yan Huan's command, the evil energy in Chang Lao's meridians dissipated, and a small tentacle split and scattered, dragging out the corpses of the poisonous insects hidden in them one by one.

The dead body of the poisonous insect was attached to the sticky surface of the tentacles, and it was so tiny that it could not be detected by the naked eye.

After everything was handled properly, Yan Huan closed his right eye and returned to Chang Lao's memory. This time, he stepped into a world of ice and snow.

Four or five thinly clothed soldiers huddled together for warmth.

"Mr. Chang, the poison has been driven out. Are you still not wise enough? The death of several ancestors was for the sake of the country. Why do you have to be so stubborn about it? Don't you want to take a few more glances for them in this peaceful world?"

Chang Qingsong was stunned, and touched the icy ice sculpture with his hand, as if he remembered something.

He staggered to his feet, looked around in confusion, and suddenly found a shining light.

He took a step, staggering with each step, through the freezing cold and snowy land, through foreign lands, across the Yalu River, to the early summer when flowers were in full bloom. When he stopped in the alley outside the quiet and elegant garden, a few early cicadas seemed to chirp in the poplar grove next to him.

Two little kids, a boy and a girl, were groping for something. The boy used his little finger to pick up a small piece of paper on the ground, and a small hole opened.

"There's a monkey!" The little girl clapped her hands excitedly and shouted excitedly.

"Shh~ Mommy said that we can't shout loudly when playing here, because a grandfather is still sleeping!" The boy pressed the button carefully and saw two long and narrow tentacles sticking out of the small hole.

In the cave was a large insect with a black shell and white spots.

Yeah!

This isn't a monkey! It's a longhorn beetle! This thing loves to hide in their nests!

"Shh~ Stop making noise~"

"This thing bites~"

“But it’s so handsome~”

Chang Lao's breathing became rapid, and a light appeared in his chaotic eyes. "It's okay, it's no big deal. If a child doesn't make a fuss, he's still a child! Come, grandpa will help you take the tooth of that thing."

(End of this chapter)