I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 147 - 130. The first step to becoming a demon, first kill He Jianzhu

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The golden light converged, and the woman’s body solidified instantly.

Everyone present only noticed that the Spiritual Pressure was suddenly drained, with strands of Spiritual Flow converging into the woman’s brow.

Just as the fully materialized woman’s body was about to fall to the ground, Xia Feng came to his senses and hurriedly reached out to catch her.

The woman was dressed in a simple black long dress without any decoration, her silver hair danced in the air, and her serene and graceful exquisite face bore a six to seven resemblance to Mu Qingtong.

Xia Feng, for a moment, had the illusion that this was Mu Qingtong.

However, compared to Mu Qingtong, He Jianzhu’s eye pouches were slightly more pronounced, adding a bit of mature charm.

The most noticeable difference was the teardrop mole at the corner of this woman’s right eye, which with every light quiver of her eyelids, resembled a tear about to fall, drawing attention.

At that moment—

Just as Xia Feng was quietly observing, the trembling eyelashes suddenly stopped, and she abruptly looked up, her pale golden pupils calmly staring at Xia Feng, her voice gentle, "You’ve come."

Xia Feng’s scalp inexplicably tightened, he blinked.

"Child, can you put me down first?"

"..."

Xia Feng hurriedly let go, and He Jianzhu gently landed on the ground.

She looked around and then gazed at the Spiritual Meat Fruit tree not far away.

With a gesture of her hand, the Holy Liquid circulating at the base of the fruit tree soared into the air and flew towards her hand.

10 milliliters of golden liquid suspended in her palm, constantly twisting and changing, finally turned into a golden, irregularly shaped little particle, like gold, and dropped into her palm.

She extended her hand, her eyelids lightly lifted, "Take it."

"Huh?" Xia Feng was somewhat puzzled, but he was only stunned for a moment and quickly reached out to catch it.

Although he didn’t know why He Jianzhu showed such great kindness towards him, he wouldn’t turn down the Holy Liquid.

This was a precious substance.

"He Jianzhu."

Mu Qingtong appeared next to Xia Feng in a flash, her beautiful eyes intently gazing at the gentle woman in front of her, who resembled her tremendously.

The gentle woman turned her small face to the side, her golden eyes fixedly looking at the woman in the black dress, then tilted her head, revealing a puzzled look, "Young lady, who are you? Why do you look so much like me?"

He Jianzhu actually saw through the disguise of the Bronze Mask, seeing Mu Qingtong’s original face.

Mu Qingtong did not answer but simply slowly approached until she was less than half an inch from He Jianzhu’s chest.

Four golden eyes met, and Mu Qingtong, with a calm expression, suddenly lifted her hand—A sharp little knife instantly pierced He Jianzhu’s heart!

Behind her, Xia Feng’s pupils dilated suddenly.

Even further away, people who couldn’t hear the sounds and didn’t dare to approach were even more shocked by the scene.

Fortunately, He Jianzhu was just a Spiritual Body, the knife exiting through her back. She calmly looked down at the delicate hand piercing her heart and slowly lifted her head, the corners of her eyes with the teardrop mole slightly bent, she faintly smiled, "My dear daughter, are you seeking death?"

With an indifferent look, Mu Qingtong casually withdrew her hand.

"Tsk," she shook her head in resignation, "So it’s not the real body, huh."

He Jianzhu raised her hand, her cold palm touched the beautiful face of the woman in the black dress, gently caressing it, her gaze gentle and smiling, "My dear daughter, are you trying to kill your mother?"

Mu Qingtong ignored her question and asked in doubt, "So, which number He Jianzhu are you?"

"What number He Jianzhu, I am your mother, He Jianzhu," the lady in the plain dress replied, her voice still soft and gentle, "My dear daughter, you haven’t answered my question yet."

"Are you trying to—kill your mother?" She leaned slightly forward, her radiant face just inches away from the woman in the black dress, her gaze intense.

Mu Qingtong’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, still unresponsive to her words.

The two women just stared at each other, the atmosphere falling into dead silence.

Xia Feng, whose mind had crashed, stood behind them, holding his breath and not daring to exhale.

Meow, Mu Qingtong... didn’t you say you came to uncover the truth about your mother’s death?

Turns out you came to make sure if your mom wasn’t dead, then to add the final blow?

Alright, alright, it has to be you, Mu Qingtong, Xia Feng greatly admires you, only fitting for the Destructive Witch, the first step to becoming a demon is to kill He Jianzhu!

Thinking of this, Xia Feng suddenly recalled a conversation with Mu Qingtong before entering this Calamity Realm:

"By the way, where’s your father?"

"I don’t have a father."

Mu Qingtong said she had no father...

These four words seemed rather peculiar to Xia Feng, who subconsciously conjured up—the horrifying image of Mu Qingtong chopping off Mr. Mu’s head.

No, that’s not right either; Mu Qingtong would certainly have a reason to want to kill He Jianzhu... that reason might be—did He Jianzhu kill her own husband?

Xia Feng’s imagination ran wild, but something didn’t seem quite right; would a proud woman like Mu Qingtong, who viewed all beings as mere ants, really think about avenging her father?

Clearly not.

After all, in her eyes, even her father was probably just an ant with a blood relation.

Xia Feng secretly speculated about Mu Qingtong’s mindset.

At this moment, he also realized that if Miss Mu were to destroy the world in the future, it wouldn’t be due to her own mother being mistreated.

Then what could it be?

"Ah, never mind, I don’t have time to waste on you, unfilial daughter," said the lady in the plain dress, shaking her head and humphing. Her beautiful eyes lingering and graceful, she tilted her head to look up and down at Xia Feng, she gently smiled,

"Child, do you know who I am?"

"..."

Who are you? Who else could you be, He Jianzhu...

Hmm, are you asking about my relationship with her? Xia Feng blinked, earnestly said, "Mother-in-law?"

"?" He Jianzhu looked stunned, seemingly completely unexpected that this would be the answer.

She blinked her beautiful eyes thoughtfully and looked at Mu Qingtong, puzzled, "He is your....."

"Fiancé," Mu Qingtong said softly.

"..."

He Jianzhu was silent for a long while, evidently very surprised, "Interesting, but good."

She stared at Xia Feng and smiled, "It seems you still don’t know who I am."

"Ah?" Xia Feng was a bit confused, this woman was acting so strangely, "So, who are you?"

"Alright, enough chit-chat, I have something for you." Saying this, He Jianzhu lightly tapped Xia Feng’s forehead with her forefinger.

Xia Feng’s expression stiffened, and just as he thought to dodge, he found he couldn’t move at all.

"Don’t move~" He Jianzhu’s voice was gentle.

Xia Feng twitched the corner of his eye, puzzledly asked, "So, who are you? You still haven’t answered me."

"Shush~" He Jianzhu’s forefinger on her lips, her beautiful eyes curved, "Child, be good, don’t talk alright."

"..."

Xia Feng thought inwardly, damn it, Mu Qingtong said this woman liked to be enigmatic, she wasn’t wrong!

Yuan Zhoulv and Block Four stood under the Spiritual Meat Fruit tree, gazing into the distance, though they didn’t know what the two women and man far away were discussing, it clearly looked like an incredibly terrifying matter.

At first, they saw Miss Mei Hua try to completely annihilate that horrifying woman, but when she failed to kill her, she gave up while the terrifying woman still smiled warmly, chatting and laughing about something with the man.

In the end, she even made a ’shush’ gesture towards the man, brimming with laughter, no telling what she was scheming.

"Old bro, what rank do you think that man is?"

"At least a Venerable, but I think the odds of him being a Seventh Rank Sage are higher." TV man said gravely.

"Sage, huh..." Gothic Lolita rubbed her chin, her face excited, "Then do you think, might he be Eighth Rank..."

"Stop joking." Block Four clicked his tongue, "There are only so few in the Human Race who are Eighth Rank, who would bother to come here?"

"That’s true, after all, the man is Mei Hua’s servant, how could there possibly be an Eighth Rank powerful enough willing to serve?"

"Hold on!" Block Four expressionless, "....damn, even if he was a Seventh Rank Sage, there wouldn’t be any willing to serve!"

"Why not, aren’t we seeing one now?" Gothic Lolita’s eyes sparkled, "Old bro, use your imagination, do you think Miss Mei Hua might step on that man’s face at night, playfully torment him! Geez, tormenting a Seventh Rank Sage, just think how thrilling!"

"Hehe, forget about thrills, look up, there’s a bunch of idiots descending."

Gothic Lolita followed Block Four’s gaze.

They saw thirty trails of fire diving toward the amusement park from the distant sky, moving very fast.

Soon, the thirty trails of fire abruptly stopped in the midair, revealing their true forms.

They were thirty young men, looking down with mocking expressions, but they soon sensed something was off.

"Huh? Where’s the tentacle monster?"

"What tentacle monster, that’s Miss Jianzhu, but a little beauty who will be favored by me~~"

"Forget about the little beauty, that woman is gone!"

"Look below, how many left... seven people?"

Everyone looked and noticed under the Spiritual Meat Fruit tree were seven people, five of whom were limp on the ground, their expressions shaken, completely devoid of any Spiritual Pressure fluctuations.

The remaining two stood, one with a black and white TV on his neck, particularly noticeable.

Both also showed no traces of Spiritual Pressure fluctuations, resting against the tree trunk looking weak.

The people above exchanged glances.

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A man in floral shorts and an unbuttoned pink shirt chuckled faintly, "Let’s go, everyone. Let’s head down and see, after all, we have the Sky God as our backup."

"Let’s go!"

"Hey? I think I saw a Lolita! Hehehe~"

The group excitedly dove towards the ground, nearing the land quickly.

Only then did they notice, standing not too far from the Spiritual Meat Fruit tree, were two women and a man.

The woman in the black dress and the man in white faced them, their appearances ordinary.

But the silver-haired woman, seen only from behind, seemed definitely beautiful.

The man in the pink shirt’s eyes lit up, "That woman is mine, the rest of you can do as you please."

He grinned and sauntered towards Xia Feng and the others.

"Hehe, I’ve never had a TV-headed man before! Let’s taste something new today." A bald man’s eyes shone, rubbing his hands as he walked toward Block Four, "This handsome guy is mine, none of you snatch him from me!"

"I’ll take this little Lolita then." A man in a suit looked intrigued as he stared at Yuan Zhoulv under the tree.

The thirty young men quickly divided their food and each moved onto the task.

But the seven people under the tree showed no signs of nervousness, the five Third Rank Spirit Masters calm with an odd air about them.

Yuan Zhoulv and Block Four similarly coldly watched the twenty-some people closing in, their gaze as indifferent as if looking at dead people.

The man in the pink shirt, along with his three subordinates, leisurely walked towards the trio in the distance.

However, as they neared, he felt something strange, the silver-haired woman’s back seemed somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Could she be some noble lady I’ve played with before? He wondered, approaching with a light chuckle, "Excuse me for a moment~"