I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 486 - 454. Identity

Something was off.

Very off—eleven out of ten kinds of off. Xia Feng looked at the spot where the two disappeared, his eyebrows slightly knitting together.

She confessed to him in the lab just six hours ago, and now this woman had run off to the Evil Realm?

Could it be a duplicate?

Or perhaps an Illusion Technique?

Xia Feng quickly scanned the surrounding environment. The gray fog was dense, and the silence profound.

Through the Eye of Decompilation, he didn’t detect any life forms hiding in the dark, preparing to ambush.

Shaking his head, Xia Feng didn’t ponder any further and stepped forward, rushing towards the spot where Mu Qingtong had vanished.

Whether it was a trap or not, anything involving Miss Mu warranted a look to see what the situation was.

Moreover, it seemed that Miss Mu was being pursued and attacked by that mysterious figure in a fisherman’s straw hat, and her circumstances did not look good. freeweɓnøvel.com

With shoulder blades blazing bright, his fire wings fluttered, and Xia Feng, at full speed, dashed across the sky as a white shadow, flashing toward the deep parts of the gray fog.

Simultaneously, he employed the A-grade Spiritual Clothes, the Blood Spirit Throne, creating two blood spirit duplicates constructed entirely of blood to scout ahead.

"Buzz—"

Xia Feng had just broken through the mist when a grey-white air current surged from the distant battlefield. He looked up.

Three figures in white robes and white straw hats hovered in the sky, arranged in a triangular formation, each making a peculiar hand gesture.

At the tips of their fingers, light circulated, interlinking to form a triangular cubic mirror that trapped Mu Qingtong within.

Wearing a white lab coat, Mu Qingtong’s silver hair was casually tied up with a dark pencil, revealing her fair swan-like neck. She stood with her hands in her coat pockets, her light golden eyes scanning her surroundings.

The transparent faces of the triangle continuously emitted grey-white light rays, but as a red thread flew out of the pocket of the white lab coat—knitting through the light rays like someone knitting a sweater—the entire triangular shape vanished into thin air, then instantaneously reappeared around one of the straw hat-wearing figures, trapping him within it.

Under the illumination of the triangle’s grey-white light rays, the straw hat figure seemed to petrify, no longer moving.

After dispatching this straw hat figure, Mu Qingtong’s face turned somewhat pale, her delicate eyebrows lightly furrowed, shaking as if she were about to collapse.

The remaining two straw hat figures had explosive streamers of air bursting beneath their feet, leaving behind only afterimages as they charged straight towards Mu Qingtong!

However, at the same time, two blood-red shadows stealthily flashed beside Mu Qingtong, moving in unison as they stepped forward and raised their fists, each landing a punch on the faces of the straw hat figures!

"Boom—" Blood-red streams of air lifted the layers of the straw hats, and the heads of the two straw hat figures were directly smashed by Xia Feng’s blood spirit duplicates.

The blood spirit duplicates inherited his strength and agility attributes; one punch was enough to cause light injuries even to a Venerable.

However, to Xia Feng’s surprise, the shattered white pieces quickly reassembled, reconstituting on the headless corpses to form round, white heads and straw hats.

It was only now that Xia Feng noticed that beneath the straw hats of these white-robed figures, there were no facial features—just a blank white expanse, which was eerily odd.

After restoring their heads, the two straw hat figures didn’t continue their assault but instead turned and fled.

A white vortex expanded out of nowhere in the grey mist, into which they rushed and disappeared.

"Miss Mu, why have you come to the Evil Realm?"

Hearing the question, Mu Qingtong slowly turned around with her hands still in her pockets. When she saw Xia Feng standing in the distance, her beautiful eyes flickered imperceptibly.

But she quickly reined in her gaze, her eyelids drooping as if she were about to faint, and her body went limp, falling straight from the sky.

Xia Feng frowned, stepped forward, and flew down after her. He quickly caught the woman, embracing her in his arms.

Mu Qingtong pressed her delicate hand against his shoulder, her somewhat tired beautiful eyes lifting slightly, whispering in a low voice, "Xia Feng, you’ve come..."

"....."

You really know my name? Xia Feng thought skeptically to himself, remaining silent for a moment. Seeing that the woman had no intention of continuing to speak, he pursed his lips and asked again,

"How did you come to the Evil Realm?"

The woman in the white lab coat blinked twice and shook her head, "I don’t know, I’ve lost my memory."

Xia Feng: "?"

What an excuse!

If the woman in front of him was really Mu Qingtong, amnesia meant she could claim she didn’t remember confessing to him and perfectly defend against Xia Feng’s socially fatal advances.

If she was a fake Mu Qingtong, amnesia could perfectly explain any questions she couldn’t answer.

"What do you still remember?"

Mu Qingtong furrowed her delicate brows, thought for a moment, and said softly, "I only remember... your name is Xia Feng, and you are someone I can trust."

"Is that all?"

"Mhm."

I’ll believe you when hell freezes over! You have such strong spiritual power, and you want me to believe you’ve lost your memory?

And not just a little memory loss, but this much?

Xia Feng’s suspicion deepened, his eyes narrowed slightly as he held her gaze with his dark pupils, his hand behind his back ready to transform the Blood Beast into a sharp blade at a moment’s notice and give this woman a strike.

"Right."

After a brief moment of thought, the woman in the white lab coat seemed to have remembered something, her eyes lighting up, and she added, "I also remember that you were adopted by Liu Mansion at the age of eight, and you have two childhood sweethearts, one named Gong Changyi and the other named Cha Naixue."

"!" The blade formed by the Blood Beast dispersed, and Xia Feng’s brows twitched slightly. Could this actually be Miss Mu?

At the same time, he activated the Green Bone Tracking Skill, his vision falling upon the laboratory. In the lab, two Mu Qingtongs in white lab coats were still conducting experiments, and the original body that had confessed to him by his skull was nowhere to be found.

Could the original body have managed to get from the Present Realm to the Evil Realm, then to the Evil Demon Sea within less than six hours, and just happened to bump into him and also lost her memory?

I’ll believe you when hell freezes over!

"What else do you remember, besides these things? For example, do you remember our relationship?"

Mu Qingtong pondered for a moment, shook her head, and softly said with a feeble voice, "No more, that’s it."

"Hmm....."

Seeing this, Xia Feng sighed, "Well then, let me help you recall."

"Miss Mu, your name is Mu Qingtong, and my name is Xia Feng. You were once my female slave."

Xia Feng’s expression was serious and earnest as he explained, "Three months ago, you were attacked by several thieves and took a knife for me... You died. I knew you could be resurrected, so I’ve been searching for you far and wide, finally, I found you here. Alas, I didn’t expect you would have lost your memory..."

"... Female... slave?" Mu Qingtong blinked her beautiful eyes in confusion.

"Yes."

Xia Feng’s expression was indifferent as his hand drifted down Mu Qingtong’s waist, patting her curvy and rounded rear beneath the white lab coat a couple of times, and whispered softly by her suddenly flushed ear,

"Miss Mu, it’s been three months since you’ve served me, your master. Let’s find a secluded place to properly relive that wonderful feeling, shall we?"

"!!!!!" The silver-haired woman had not expected Xia Feng to suddenly make a move; her pupils shrank imperceptibly, and her ears turned bright red.

Pia~~ Xia Feng slapped again, then directly grabbed and kneaded... She snapped back to her senses, clenched her thighs tightly with no gaps left, turned inwards at the knees, and her face was flushed red with embarrassment.

"Enough, enough!"

"You little rascal!" The silver-haired woman pressed down on Xia Feng’s shoulders and raised her head fiercely, her pale golden eyes slightly angry,

"I am He Jianzhu!"

Pfft~ He Jianzhu, the name does sound familiar~ Xia Feng’s lips were about to curl into a sneer, but then he froze.

Wait, He Jianzhu?!

His pupils dilated suddenly, his eyes widened, and the right hand that was groping the silver-haired woman’s waist also froze....