I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 131 131. Sister Yi and the lost memory

He Jianzhu's cold fingertips were placed between his eyebrows, and Xia Feng could feel information pouring into his mind, slowly forming a mark in his mind.

At the same time, his mind felt like a switch had been turned on, tingling, and countless images quickly slid through his mind like a slideshow.

"Xiao Feng!"

"Sister Yi, it hurts, don't pull my ears~"

"Say, where did you go to play again?"

"Go, let's go to Sister Xue's house to play. Didn't I tell you this morning?"

In the memory, there is an image of a girl with a blurred face, pulling the little boy's ear in displeasure.

Xia Feng's pupils suddenly dilated, and he was surprised. What is this? Why don’t I remember this person when I was a kid?

He remembered that he was adopted by a manor owner when he was a child. Later, for some reasons, he was adopted by Wei Shutong when he was about 14 years old.

It was also at this time that his brain was probably fully developed, his past life memories were gradually awakening, and he also realized that his heart was unusual.

But when he thought of the memories before he was 14 years old, Xia Feng was stunned. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have lost track of many things that happened when he was a child.

He only remembered that he used to live in a place called Liuzhuang. At that time, he was still a stupid kid and often went to the tea house to play with Chana Xue.

As for more, it was like the memory was covered with a veil. He tried his best to see clearly, but the more he tried to see, the thicker the veil became.

Both the face of the girl called ‘Sister Yi’ and the owner of Liuzhuang are very blurry.

"You three, excuse me~"

The man's faint laughter sounded. He Jianzhu did not turn around and continued to tap Xia Feng's eyebrows with his fingertips.

Xia Feng also ignored it, frowning and trying to see clearly the past buried deep in his memory.

But he seemed to be blocked by a very mysterious force. Everything about Liuzhuang was always hidden at the bottom of the deep sea. The further he went downstream, the greater the resistance and the more painful his head became.

"Tsk, let me tell you, are you deaf?" Seeing these three people ignoring him like this, the pink fir man's smile gradually faded, and his eyes grew cold and displeased as he stared at the back of the woman in plain skirt.

He licked his lips and stretched out his hand to press the shoulder of the woman in plain skirt, "Little beauty, show me your pussy——"

"It's really annoying." He said helplessly.

嗗——The man's pink-shirted forearm suddenly fell to the ground and broke away from his arm. The fresh pink flesh section at the elbow was splashed with blood, exploding like a water pump.

The man in pink shirt looked slightly stunned and paused for half a second, then he covered his elbows and bent over and screamed.

The three men next to the man in pink shirt dropped their heads to the ground and died instantly.

He Jianzhu turned around slowly.

What the hell is going on! The man in the pink shirt looked up in fear and anger. The moment he saw the woman's face, his expression suddenly changed and he turned around and ran away.

But just as he flew into the air, there seemed to be invisible blades in the sky. His legs were cut across the air and fell down, and the blood burst open again.

"Ahhhh!!" His desperate scream echoed throughout the world.

Under the spirit flesh fruit tree.

"These untouchables don't seem to be afraid of us?" The bald man was looking down at the seven spiritual masters under the tree.

Some people shook their heads disdainfully: "Huh, I guess I've given up on struggling."

But at this time, heart-rending screams came from behind. Everyone turned around in confusion, and a scene that made them frightened suddenly came into their eyes.

All they saw was their boss, the man in pink shirt, whose torso was squirming on the grass with only one right hand. His face was twisted in fear and looked like he had peed in fear. He was pulling at the haystack with his right hand frantically while calling for help from everyone, trying to Seeking the last chance of survival.

Twenty or so young nobles looked at the scene in front of them in confusion. What's going on?

"Hey, He Jianzhu! That's He Jianzhu!"

Someone pointed into the distance in panic.

"Damn it! How did she regain her human form?"

"Oops—run!"

However, as soon as the man finished speaking, his limbs and head separated from the torso and fell to the ground in pieces.

Everyone's expressions suddenly changed and they began to flee in all directions.

But it didn't help. Everything that the woman in plain skirt looked at with gentle eyes was broken into parts. Along with the scarlet rain, a large number of heads and severed limbs fell from the sky.

"Art! It's simply art!" Yuan Zhou's red eyes shone, and he looked at the terrifying rain curtain composed of corpses with fascination, and murmured in a crisp voice, "Is this the boss? He's so awesome!"

"Damn it, little girl, we won't win this disaster just like this, right?" After Yi Zhao sighed in shock, he thought thoughtfully, "The reward for clearing this disaster is a seven-level relic, so you can get the reward for free. Ah, here we are.”

Relics are also called god-level relics, which refers to the fact that after the death of some gods or near-god-level powers, part of their power will not dissipate, but will instead materialize into some kind of physical item that can only be used once or a few times.

"Dream, you stupid brother." Yuan Zhousu curled his lips, "Do you think the god-level relic is just a cabbage? There must be only one. And according to the laws of past disasters, there may be some hidden conditions for obtaining it. "

"Ahhhhhh--" While the two were chatting, desperate screams could be heard from the sky.

"God of the sky! Are you riding a horse to watch a show? Take action now!"

In despair, they couldn't wait for help and cursed angrily.

The man in pink shirt was still crawling darkly on the haystack like a maggot, gritting his teeth and letting out a helpless growl.

"God of the sky, I draw ***"

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A naked, strong man was sitting in front of a black and white piano, his fingers skilfully dancing on the keys like falling beads, playing a cheerful and increasingly exciting battle movement.

Wait for the song to end.

"I have to say that your human research in the field of art is indeed much better than that of the Og people."

The naked man sighed, "I like this song very much. Oh yes, what is it called?"

"The War of Ants." Geng Ghost leaned against the wall lazily and said casually.

"What a good name. I like the word ant very much."

The expressionless and solemn face of the naked man showed a look of memory, "Before the Unification War of the Evil Realm and the establishment of the Imaginary Royal Court, I was just an ant."

"But fortunately, the law followed in this world is that the weak eat the strong."

The naked man stood up with a slight smile, walked to the edge of the palace, and looked below the clouds. Geng Ghost also followed him to the side of the sky god, not knowing why.

"I heard the cry of the weak and the cry of the ants."

The God of the Sky heard the calls and pleas for help from the people in the lower world, but he did not act immediately. He just looked calm and said in a slightly puzzled tone, "This strange woman He Jianzhu, to my surprise, actually recovered her human form in advance. ”

"And that man... is also very strange."

"What?" Geng Ghost didn't react, and asked in surprise, "He Jianzhu recovered early? Aren't those noble children who went down there in danger?"

"It's not that there's danger, it's that everyone is already dead." The naked man said calmly, his eyes began to be filled with ink-black color, and he concentrated through the layers of clouds to see clearly all the scenes below.

"Are they all dead?" Geng Gui was not too surprised, and even the corners of his lips curled up in schadenfreude, "That's good, I've long been unhappy with these useless nobles."

Huh—the space behind Geng Ghost suddenly split open, and the one-meter-tall scarlet eyeballs turned left and right, uttering a majestic low voice:

"Just in time, since He Jianzhu woke up early, let's capture him in advance. God of the sky, do you need my help?"

The naked man gave a scarlet look calmly: "No need, He Jianzhu, who has returned to human form, has lost the qualification to pose a threat to me, he is nothing more than an ant."

"Buzz!"

At this moment, the entire palace suddenly shook slightly and imperceptibly.

Geng Gui raised his head and wondered: "What's going on?"

The naked strong man closed his eyes and sensed it for a while, then shook his head and said: "There is a Venerable who is attacking the entrance No. 1."

"That's probably the White Dragon Walker from the Yinlong Legion." Geng Gui clicked his tongue and chuckled, "This Walker is impatient, just leave him alone."

Outside entrance 1.

There are four figures standing under the rugged mountain wall covered with ivy. There is a decayed wooden door in the center of the mountain wall. Above the door frame are gleaming silver words: [Yuanhe Orphanage Welcomes You]

Three of the four figures were wearing pure black military uniforms with dragon shapes and tactical boots. They looked helplessly at the middle-aged man in the front.

The man was wearing flip-flops, a vest and blue and white beach pants, and a pure white military uniform draped over his shoulders. A solemn black and gold dragon-shaped military emblem was engraved on the back of the military uniform.

The man's face was unshaven and looked a little weathered, and he had a smoking cigar in his mouth.

"Mad!" He raised his foot and kicked the wooden door with a flip-flop. The wooden door didn't move at all, but he didn't give up and continued to kick hard.

It seems that some kind of power was used to make the palace in the disaster tremble.

"You won't let me in, right?"

"Bang! Bang bang bang!" The big feet with sparse leg hair clicked again and again.

"Kick your uncle to death!" The middle-aged man seemed to be enjoying it, his feet were getting faster and faster, and he kept banging.

The three people behind them were speechless and holding their foreheads.

"Master Xingzhe, forget it." A woman stepped forward and said helplessly, "The disciples have all said that the water here is very deep, so we cannot act rashly."

A man wearing glasses also spoke in a deep voice: "The forces involved behind this place are so intricate that even if the disciples come up, they may not be able to uproot this place."

Bang bang bang bang——

After kicking for a while, the White Dragon Walker finally seemed to be tired. He slowly stopped with his shadowless feet and landed on the ground.

Seeing this, the woman breathed a sigh of relief, "According to speculation, the disaster here is at least the seventh-eye level. Although it has not yet reached the god level, it is close to it. There is no possibility of survival for those who enter. Although you have already Reaching the Venerable Realm, but there is also a high chance of falling into it.”

"So, since the evil beast inside doesn't welcome us, there's no need for us to break in."

The middle-aged uncle took a deep breath of his cigar, looked up at the wooden door plaque, narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly exhaled white mist.

"Furthermore, our main mission in King's Landing is to investigate the Peach Organization. Lord Walker, let's focus on business." The man pushed up his glasses and was about to continue.

"The rope cut the wood." Then he saw the middle-aged uncle twisting his arms and moving his body, then grinned, "Tsk~ You don't want me to go in, right? Then I'll kick you for a month, and I can finally get rid of this shit." Tender break!”

He raised his foot again, like a brick machine, the leg came out without a trace, and bang bang bang started to hit the wooden door barrier.

The three people behind him helplessly held their foreheads.