I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 148 - 131. Sister Yi and the Lost Memory
He Jianzhu’s icy fingertips touched the center of Xia Feng’s forehead, and Xia Feng could feel a stream of information pouring into his mind, slowly forming an imprint.
At the same time, it felt as if a switch had been flipped in his brain, causing a sharp pain, and countless images flew past his mind like slides in a projector.
"Little Feng!"
"Sister Yi, it hurts, don’t pull my ear~"
"Tell me, where did you go off to play again?"
"I went to Sister Xue’s place, remember I told you this morning?"
In his memory, there was a blur of a girl, displeased, pulling a little boy’s ear.
Xia Feng’s pupils dilated in surprise, wondering, what is this... What is this thing? How do I not remember having this person in my childhood?
He remembered being adopted by the owner of a manor as a child, and later for some reasons, around the age of 14, he was adopted by Wei Shutong.
It was around this time that, probably because his brain had fully developed, he gradually began to awaken memories of his past life and became aware of the extraordinary nature of his heart.
But his memories before the age of 14... Thinking of this, Xia Feng was taken aback. He suddenly realized that he could no longer clearly remember many things from his childhood.
He only remembered living in a place called ’Liu Mansion,’ where he was a clumsy little kid who often went to the Cha family to play with Cha Naixue.
As for more than that, it was as if his memories were obscured by a thin veil. He strained to see clearly, but the harder he tried, the thicker the veil became.
Both the girl known as ’Sister Yi’ and the owner of Liu Mansion were very vague in his memory.
"Excuse me for a moment, the three of you~"
A man’s teasing laugh rang out, but He Jianzhu didn’t turn around, continuing to gently press on Xia Feng’s forehead.
Xia Feng ignored it as well, frowning as he tried hard to see through the buried depths of his past.
But it seemed he was blocked by a very mysterious force. Everything about Liu Mansion remained hidden in the depths of the sea; the deeper he dove, the greater the resistance he faced, and the greater the pain in his head.
"Tsk, what, are you deaf?" Seeing the three of them ignoring him like this, the man in the pink shirt gradually lost his smile, his gaze growing cold and displeased as he stared at the back of the woman in the plain dress.
He licked his lips, reaching out to touch the woman’s shoulder, "Pretty little thing, let this grandmaster see your—"
"Really, how annoying," came a resigned soft voice.
Sss— The arm clad in the pink shirt suddenly hit the ground, severed from his elbow, splattering fresh flesh and blood like a burst water pump.
The pink-shirted man looked momentarily stunned, half a second’s hesitance, then he bent over, clutching his elbow and screamed in agony.
His three bodyguards’ heads likewise hit the ground next to him, dying instantly.
He Jianzhu turned around slowly.
What the heck is going on! The pink-shirted man was seized by a sudden surge of fear and anger as he looked up. Seeing the woman’s face for an instant, his expression changed drastically and he turned to run.
But he had barely leapt into the air when, as if there were invisible blades in the sky, his legs were cleanly sliced off in mid-flight, splattering blood once again.
"Ah, ah, ahh!!" His screams of despair echoed through the heavens.
Under the Spiritual Meat Fruit tree.
"These peasants don’t seem to fear us?" The bald man looked down disdainfully at the seven Spirit Masters below him.
Someone shook their head in disdain: "Heh, they’ve probably given up struggling."
But at that moment, a heart-wrenching scream came from behind. Everyone turned in confusion, and the chilling scene that met their eyes sent shivers down their spines.
They saw their leader, the man in the pink shirt, now just a torso with a single right hand, writhing on the grass in terror and distortion as if he had wet himself. He frantically groped at the hay with his right hand, crying out for help to the others in a desperate search for a last chance at life.
The twenty-odd young nobles were dumbfounded by the scene before them. What happened?
"It’s, it’s He Jianzhu!" someone cried out in panic, pointing into the distance.
"Damn it! How did she revert to human form?"
"Bad news—run!"
But as soon as the words were out of his mouth, his limbs and head parted company with his torso, disintegrating into a pile of parts.
The crowd’s expressions changed drastically as they began to scatter and flee.
Too late, however, anyone who caught the woman’s gentle gaze dissolved into parts. Accompanied by a Scarlet rain, a profuse number of heads and limbs fell from the sky.
"Art! It’s simply art!" Yuan Zhoulv’s red pupils shone, rapturously watching the horrific curtain of corpses, muttering in a high tone, "Is this the power of a big shot? So impressive!"
"Damn, little sis, we’re not just gonna lie down and breeze through Calamity Realm, are we?" Divine Lantern exclaimed in shock, then pondered, "The reward for getting through this Calamity Realm is a Seven-Eyed Level Divine Artifact, this is like picking up free rewards."
Divine Relics are referred to as Divine-level Relics, which are the tangible manifestations of a god’s or Near-God Level being’s fallen powers that do not dissipate but instead form into an object that can be used a single or few times.
"Dream on, you dumb older brother," Yuan Zhoulv curled her lip, "You think Divine-level Relics are cabbages? There’s bound to be just one. And according to the usual pattern of the Calamity Realm, there might even be some hidden conditions to fulfill."
"Ah, ah, ahh—" While the two chatted, despairing cries were incessant in the sky.
"Sky God! Are you just watching the show? Help us out!"
In their desperation, help was tardy, and they cursed in anger.
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The man in the pink shirt was still crawling on the haystack like a maggot, his teeth clenched in an impotent growl.
"Sky God, I curse your ***"
A naked, muscular man sat in front of a black and white piano, his ten fingers moving deftly like falling beads on the keys, playing a cheerful and gradually rousing war piece.
Once the music had ended.
"I have to say, you humans have done much better than the Evil Clan in the realm of arts,"
the naked, muscular man mused, "I really like this piece, oh right, what’s it called again?"
"The War of Ants," Geng Gui lounged lazily at a corner of the wall, offhandedly responded.
"Good name, I have a fondness for the word ’ants.’"
The unexpressive, solemn face of the naked, muscular man showed a hint of reminiscence, "Before the unification war in the Evil Realm, before the establishment of the Imaginary Court, I was also just an ant."
"But fortunately, the law of the jungle prevails in this world."
The naked, muscular man smiled faintly as he stood up, walked to the edge of the palace, and looked down below the clouds. Geng Gui also approached the side of the Sky God, puzzled.
"I hear the wails of the weak, the pleas of the ants."
The Sky God heard the calls and cries for help from the people below, but he did not act immediately. Instead, his expression remained calm, his voice slightly puzzled, "He Jianzhu, that strange woman, has unexpectedly recovered her human form ahead of schedule."
"And that man... also quite strange."
"What?" Geng Gui reacted with surprise and suspicion, "He Jianzhu recovered early? Then wouldn’t that mean the nobles’ sons who went down there are in danger?"
"Not in danger, they are already about to die out." The naked, muscular man said flatly, his eyes starting to fill with inky darkness, as he focused intently through the layers of clouds to see clearly all below.
"All dead, huh..." Geng Gui wasn’t particularly surprised, even a hint of schadenfreude on his lips, "Well, that’s fine, I’ve been annoyed by those useless nobles for a while now."
Whoosh—The space behind Geng Gui suddenly tore open, a meter-tall scarlet eyeball rolled left and right, emitting a majestic low voice:
"Since He Jianzhu has awakened early, let’s capture her ahead of schedule. Sky God, do you need my assistance?"
The naked, muscular man glanced calmly at the scarlet eyeball: "No need, He Jianzhu, having regained human form, has lost the qualification to be a threat to me, merely an ant."
"Hum!"
At that moment, the entire palace subtly shuddered.
Geng Gui looked up, confused, "What’s going on?"
The naked, muscular man closed his eyes to sense for a moment, then shook his head, "A Venerable is attacking the No. 1 entrance."
"It’s probably the White Dragon Walker from the Yinlong Army." Geng Gui clicked his tongue, chuckled, "That walker is impetuous, just ignore him."
Outside Entrance No. 1.
Four figures stood at the base of a rugged mountain face covered in green vines, in the center of which was a rotting wooden door, above the doorframe carved was the gleaming silver sign: [Yuanhe Orphanage Welcomes You]
Among the four shadows, three were dressed in pure black military uniforms adorned with dragon motifs, wearing tactical boots, looking somewhat helplessly at the middle-aged man at the forefront.
The man wore flip-flops, a tank top, and blue and white beach shorts, and draped over his shoulders was a pure white military coat, its back emblazoned with a solemn black and gold dragon emblem.
His square face had stubble and looked somewhat weathered, as he bit on a smoking cigar.
"Damn it!" He kicked at the wooden door with his flip-flop, which remained unmoved, but he didn’t give up, continuing to kick forcefully.
Using some kind of force that caused the palace within the Calamity Realm to tremble subtly.
"You won’t let this grandpa in, huh!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" His sparse-haired large foot kicked repeatedly.
"I’ll kick you to death, damn it!" The middle-aged man appeared inexhaustible, kicking faster and faster without cessation.
The three behind him silently face-palmed.
"Walker Lord, let’s give it up," a woman came forward, helplessly said, "The disciples have said that this place is deep waters and should not be trifled with."
A man with glasses also spoke gravely, "The powers behind this place are complicated. Even if Venerable Master himself came, it’s not certain that he could uproot this place completely."
Bang, bang, bang, bang—
After kicking for a while, the White Dragon Walker seemed finally tired and slowly stopped his Shadowless Kicks, landing on the ground.
Seeing this, the woman breathed a sigh of relief, "According to our estimates, the Calamity Realm here is at least Seven-Eyed Level, not quite at Divine-level, but close, and those who go in stand no chance of survival, Walker Lord... although you’ve reached the Venerable Realm, you would still likely perish inside."
"So, since the calamity beast inside doesn’t welcome us, we have no need to force our way in."
The middle-aged uncle took a deep puff on his cigar, looked up at the wooden sign, his eyes slightly squinting, and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke.
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"Besides, our main mission in coming to Junlin City is to investigate the Peach Organization. Let’s focus on the main task, Walker Lord," the man pushed his glasses up, about to say more.
"Sawing through with continuous effort." But the middle-aged uncle twisted his arms, getting his body warmed up, and grinned with a smile, "So you won’t let grandpa in, huh? Then I’ll kick you for a month, and eventually, this shitty barrier will break!"
He lifted his foot again, like a punching machine, he unleashed a Shadowless Kick, bang, bang, bang, beginning to strike at the wooden door’s barrier.
The three behind him couldn’t help but face-palm again.
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