I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 257 - 235. Curse you to never have four dishes in your lifetime!

"Swoosh—"

Blood-red swordlight swept across the trembling space, causing five headless corpses to fall flat on the ground.

However, the woman in the martial arts attire, holding the sword, also tumbled forward in a slightly disheveled way, as two bullets pierced through her thigh and abdomen, the powerful Spiritual Energy enclosed within them instantly destroying everything.

Her injuries worsened once again.

"Tap, tap, tap—"

Cautious footsteps approached from all sides. Freya lifted her somewhat heavy eyelids, her consciousness blurred, and the swirling warfare and enemies in her sight grew hazy.

"Looking for trouble, catch her, but don't kill her."

"Yes!"

Several combat-suited figures with stun guns gathered around. Freya slowly lowered her tired eyes. "After all... I've reached my limit..."

Her blood-stained lips moved slightly but made no sound, her body about to fall forward.

But just then, amidst the numerous converging shadows, a stark black-and-white figure suddenly appeared. With each flicker, several figures fell and vanished.

"Two Third Rank?"

"No, this physical strength isn't Third Rank! Who are you?!"

"Damn! Let's talk nicely, whatever you want, I'll give—ugh—"

His voice cut off abruptly as the middle-aged man in a dark red suit tried to clutch at his blood-spraying neck, only to find that both his arms had flown off into the sky.

His eyes widened in shock as he fell backward, time around him seeming to slow extremely.

Am I dead? Lost in his confusion, the only thing left in the depths of his eyes was endless unwillingness. If he had known... he wouldn't have accepted the task.

He had received the task to capture Freya, and meant to look for Number 17 during the capture, but instead of finding Number 17, he had fallen here.

More importantly, there were still over a hundred Life Points in his account left unspent... The greatest regret in life was realizing moments before death that there were still millions unspent.

"Number 14, your Life Points, I gratefully accept," Xia Feng said with a smile as he squatted next to the man's head and seized his Spiritual Artifact.

The middle-aged man: "???"

Seizing the Spiritual Artifact?

As his pupils dilated, Number 14 wanted to curse. It turned out there were regrets greater than not having spent all his money before death, and that was having his entire worth and Spiritual Artifact stolen by his mortal enemy at the moment of death!

How was this any different from having a loyal, beautiful wife run off with someone else!

Number 17! I curse you to never have four dishes to eat in your lifetime! And in your next life! And the life after that...

Amidst his regret, the man's pupils dimmed, and his lifeforce completely dissipated.

Xia Feng clapped his hands and stood up, quickly sensing information flowing into his mind.

[Number: 14]

[Current Life Points: 120]

Number 14 had directly earned over a hundred Life Points using the 'Floral Disappearance' skill card, which had to be acknowledged as somewhat clever, Xia Feng always liked smart people.

Now, his Number 17 account held 35 points, and the Number 3 account stolen from Archbishop Aus had 146 points.

If the three accounts were combined, that would be 301 Life Points!

Far ahead of the other twenty or so players still alive.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—"

When Xia Feng was receiving the spoils of war, Mu Qingtong had already completed the massacre of the remaining enemies, leaving no one alive.

Freya's vision was blurry, and she could no longer hold on, falling backward.

Xia Feng hurried forward to carefully support her.

*

When Freya woke up again, she found herself lying on a bright silver, cold bench.

Around her, there was a faint strong presence of a man approaching; she suddenly became alert, suddenly got up, and struck toward the man's chest, only to have her wrist caught and forcefully pressed against the bench.

"Ms. Fu, it's me."

The man's voice, full of helplessness from above, resonated as Freya looked up and saw the familiar youthful face reflected in her wine-red pupils.

"Xia Feng?" Freya was somewhat surprised. After several months, Xia Feng's youthful immaturity had already faded away, leaving a handsome face as sharp as cut by a knife, and his black pupils had become even more fierce, vaguely carrying a murderous intent.

Xia Feng quickly released her wrist, helped her sit up, and leaned her against a pillow.

She looked out the window, where the blue sea was slowly retreating backward. This place seemed to be inside a conical ship.

From the corner of her eye, she saw a figure of a woman in a black dress in the cockpit. Through the mirrored reflection, the woman seemed quite ordinary, with a common face.

"Who is this?"

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"My friend," replied Xia Feng casually. "Ms. Fu, you can call her Ms. Q."

Before Freya had woken up, Mu Qingtong had changed her attire and put on a Bronze Mask, indicating she didn't want others to know she had left Zone 51.

Indeed, according to what the Destructive Witch had said, she had another entity in Zone 51. In everyone's eyes, she had never left Junlin City, nor had she ever escaped with Xia Feng, the wanted fugitive.

She was currently supposed to be participating in the national top ten of the Spiritual Song Contest, with her fan count still increasing rapidly.

However, Xia Feng was surprised that the Destructive Witch could also clone herself! This definitely wasn't a capability of the Spiritual Clothes, so it could only be either the Spiritual Artifact or the Heavenly Destiny Stone.

Or could it be Fei's ability?

Additionally, Mu Qingtong had also mentioned that the Mu family had unilaterally annulled their engagement...

Xia Feng had never thought he'd see the day he was dumped, unfortunately without being able to shout any motivational proverb about 'how fortunes change in thirty years'.

After all, his fiancée had run away with him...

Wait a minute! Is this Mu Qingtong the real one? A shock went through Xia Feng's heart, but then he shook his head; according to the synchronization record of the Evil Demon Heart, this should be her real body with no deceit.

"Ms. Q?" Freya nodded thoughtfully. In her vague memory before she fainted, this black-dressed woman seemed to be the one slaughtering the enemies around them, and her swordsmanship was exquisite.

Mu Qingtong glanced at Freya, nodded slightly with a shallow smile to signal her.

"Ms. Fu, why are you here?"

Xia Feng's voice of puzzlement drew Freya back from her thoughts; she paused, then shook her head helplessly. "My sister was captured and taken to Bern Island. I was originally planning to go there to rescue people, but there was an accident along the way."

"Captured on Bern Island?" Xia Feng was astonished.

"Yes, Bern Island is managed by Lidong Army's Xize Walker, and the current island chief should be his confidant, the Bern Season Envoy."

Freya's eyes darkened as she looked out at the sea, her voice lowering, "According to my investigation, it seems like some sort of human experimentation is being conducted on the island."

Hearing this, Xia Feng frowned deeply, concerned that Ms. Fu's sister might be in danger.

"Where are you guys heading now?" Freya turned her head and asked, puzzled.

"North, to see if there's a chance to go through the Northern Territory Defense Line into the Grey Realm."

Xia Feng's main goal now was to quickly enhance his power, and as long as he could increase his strength, he could virtually go anywhere. Meanwhile, Mu Qingtong mentioned that she wanted to go to the Grey Realm.

The Grey Realm, with no legal restrictions, was essentially a paradise for criminals, and it was a gathering place for many wanted fugitives; Mu Qingtong probably also wanted to go there to showcase her prowess.