I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 268 - 245. Mr. Xia’s lips

[Sanity -5]

The madness seemed to come from a cacophony of mocking and bizarre laughter echoing from the Netherworld, densely reverberating through her mind. In a daze, Mu Qingtong saw Mr. Xia appear in the distance, clad in white.

He looked at her with hollow eyes and a faint smile on his face, but then suddenly lifted a knife and slashed his own throat; his head fell to the ground, and the terror and blood stained Mu Qingtong's vision red.

Mu Qingtong had no object of fear, but if she had to say what she was afraid of, the only thing would be the death of Xia Feng.

She dared not imagine if Mr. Xia were to die, how boring her life would become.

However, the sight of this self-killing Mr. Xia couldn't arouse the slightest emotion in her, after all, it was too fake.

Her highly developed spiritual power wouldn't let her be disturbed by such illogical and dull illusions.

Shaking her head, she looked down and was unexpectedly shocked,

The real Xia Feng's head had been penetrated from the back of the skull to the forehead by a sharp stone spike, lying back in the jungle amidst the rocks, his black pupils dead and lifeless, looking at her with a dull lament hidden at the bottom of his eyes.

"!!!" Mu Qingtong's breath hitched, her thoughts for a moment in disarray; no, there was the Vermilion Bird Demon Armor!

But... the Vermilion Bird Demon Armor required active use, and now Xia Feng, in his unconscious state, couldn't activate it! So, he was truly dead?

With that thought flickering past, her dilated pupils suddenly cleared! She lowered her eyelids once more, and beneath her, Mr. Xia lay quietly with his eyes closed, his face clean, with no horrific puncture on his forehead.

Mu Qingtong: "..."

[Sanity -5]

She groaned, her body no longer able to support itself and she collapsed onto Xia Feng,

The process of erosion by Evil Power not only interfered with the soul and consciousness, tempting reason, intelligence, and emotions to the brink of collapse but could even have a certain chance of affecting bodily functions.

Mu Qingtong never thought that one day she would succumb to the erosion of Evil Power.

Unfortunately, resisting the erosion of Evil Power not only required strong spiritual power but also a sufficiently high rank of Spiritual Pressure.

With her current rank of Spiritual Pressure, she couldn't possibly hold on for long in this extraordinarily absurd concentration of Evil Power.

However, Mu Qingtong did not give up just yet; in a trance, she focused her will to feel beneath her,

Sure enough, although the Evil Power mist surged towards both of them, the mist flowing towards Xia Feng was fleeing in the opposite direction, forming a series of whirls on the ground's surface.

The mists were like cats excited at the sight of mice, discovering up close that they were not mice, but tigers, and turned tail in panic.

This Evil Power feared Xia Feng, afraid of being consumed by him.

Mu Qingtong had long known that Mr. Xia could devour Evil Power and even that he was not afraid of it.

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She just never knew how he did it.

[Thinking 0.03 seconds, you have comprehended the Spiritual Clothes · Spiritual Soul Blood Chain to the limit speed]

[C·Spiritual Soul Blood Chain]

[Consume spiritual power to create a Spiritual Soul Blood Chain, which links with the target's soul, merging the souls, and part of the negative statuses of you and the target will be shared and can be transferred.]

Mu Qingtong didn't hesitate, the moment she comprehended the Spiritual Clothes, she invaded Xia Feng's spirit and fiercely inserted the blood-red chain.

A blood-red pattern flickered on their foreheads as a result.

Mu Qingtong gently pressed on the shoulders of the man in white, propping herself up slightly, and looked up; Xia Feng still lay quietly with his eyes lowered, his eyelids shut, in slumber.

In a haze, Mu Qingtong reached out directly and tore open Xia Feng's collar, violently pulling it down.

Zzzrip—

The fabric tore, ripping down to below the chest. She could sense that the fear center of the Evil Power mist was over Xia Feng's heart; the mist around the heart fled especially fast.

Shaking her head, her smooth silver hair cascaded down as she bent forward to press her cool small face against the man's hot chest, the warmth making her slightly chilled cheeks marginally more comfortable and soothing.

Through the Soul Blood Chain, the dark gray mist invading Mu Qingtong's soul surged out from her red lips and entered the chest of the man in white.

Thump thump—

Thump thump!

His heart seemed to beat a few beats faster excitedly due to the infiltration of the Evil Power. Seeing this, Mu Qingtong quickened her pace.

However, she soon realized that this was too inefficient.

After pondering for a moment, Mu Qingtong furrowed her brows and raised her head, a package suddenly appearing in her hands.

She had just killed Berner and taken his package, which contained various types of spiritual materials, including two Wood Element Fourth Rank spiritual materials.

With the spiritual materials she had collected earlier, she now only lacked one last item—"Fourth Rank Spiritual Material, Simukui"—to complete the eight materials needed for her advancement to Fourth-order Spirit Master.

Besides that, there were also 5 Life Fruits, 61 Wisdom Fruits, 4 Second Level Spirit Storage Fruits, and 4 Third Level Spirit Storage Fruits.

The 61 Wisdom Fruits, added to the 36 she already carried on her, amounted to nearly 100 Wisdom Fruits in total.

Mu Qingtong swiftly crushed and absorbed 40 Wisdom Fruits, restoring her rationality points back to full at 100.

But the next second, it dropped to 90.

Simultaneously.

"At the brink of crisis, a flash of extreme insight allowed you to further optimize the transfer speed of the Soul Blood Chain—"

"[C · Soul Blood Chain]"

"After linking with the target's soul... Some of your negative states will be shared with the target and can be transferred. The deeper the bodily and soul infusion, the better the transfer effect."

Without further delay, the woman in the black dress pressed her delicate hand against Xia Feng's chest and bent over to bite his neck.

She wrapped her arms around the man in white's waist, pulling herself up against his broad back, while the transfer of the Evil Power from her mouth accelerated.

Injecting the Evil Power into Mr. Xia's bloodstream, the speed was noticeably much faster.

Thus, in the dimly lit jungle where no one could take notice, the evil black-dress Witch straddled the unconscious man in white, acting unreservedly.

"Ugh—"

His eyelids fluttered, and Xia Feng groaned, arching his neck, while the woman on top of him froze in place, daring not to move for a long time.

Mu Qingtong released her bite and looked up slightly, her beautiful eyes narrowing as she calmly gazed down at Mr. Xia's features.

He wasn't about to wake up; it seemed to be just a conditioned reflex from the stress of being bitten on the neck.

Seeing this, Mu Qingtong pursed her lips, removed her half-frame gold-rimmed glasses, and let a strand of silver hair fall on her cheek before lowering her head again.

Mr. Xia's skin condition was still good, his Adam's apple was full, but the skin on his neck had the toughness only a Fourth-order Spirit Master possessed, which made it difficult to bite through.

As soon as she'd bite through the skin and puncture a blood vessel, injecting a bit of Evil Power, his strong physique would start to repair the blood vessels and heal the wound.

This caused Mu Qingtong's brows to furrow deeply.

No matter the position she tried or how hard she bit, Xia Feng's wounds would heal rapidly.

Using Spiritual Clothes to attack could cause necrotic damage, but in this environment, she didn't want to waste any spiritual quantity.

While pondering, the woman in the black dress gently lifted her eyes, shifting her gaze from his chin to Xia Feng's lips that were slightly parted, breathing evenly.

Mr. Xia really had an annoying mouth, always able to spit out words that made her want to smack someone.

Mu Qingtong extended her hand to gently hook the man's chin upward, her golden eyes looking down intensely at Xia Feng's closed, sleeping eyes, his nostrils curved neatly, his lips well defined.

Although this situation was forced, Mr. Xia likely wouldn't hold it against her too much, but if it were possible not to let Mr. Xia know...

Then it would be best to keep him in the dark!