I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 131. Sister Yi and the Lost Memories
He Jianzhu's cool fingertips touched Xia Feng's brow, and Xia Feng could feel a surge of information flowing into his mind, slowly forming an imprint in his mind.

At the same time, his mind felt like a switch had been flipped, a sharp pain shot through him, and countless images flashed through his mind like a slideshow.

"Xiao Feng!"

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

"Tell me, where did you go this time?"

"Go, go play at Sister Xue's house, didn't I tell you this morning?"

In my memory, there is a blurry image of a girl pulling a little boy's ear in displeasure.

Xia Feng's pupils dilated suddenly, his heart filled with surprise. What is this thing? I don't remember having this person when I was a child.
He recalled that he was adopted by a manor owner when he was a child, and later, for some reason, he was adopted by Wei Shutong when he was about 14 years old.

It was around this time, presumably when the brain had fully developed, that the memories of the past life gradually resurfaced, and the person became aware of the unusual nature of their heart.

But when Xia Feng thought of his memories before he was 14, he was stunned. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten many things that happened when he was a child.

All he remembered was that he used to live in a place called 'Liuzhuang', where he was a clumsy little boy who often went to the Cha family to play with Cha Naixue.

As for the rest, it was as if his memories were veiled by a thin layer of gauze. He tried his best to see clearly, but the more he tried, the thicker the veil became.

The faces of both the girl known as "Sister Yi" and the owner of Liuzhuang are very blurry.

"Excuse me, gentlemen."

A man's light, mocking laugh rang out. He Jianzhu didn't turn around and continued to lightly tap Xia Feng's brow with his fingertip.

Xia Feng ignored him as well, frowning as he tried to see the past buried deep in his memory.

But it 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 became, and the more his head ached.

"Tsk, I say, are you deaf?" Seeing that the three of them were ignoring him like this, the man in the pink shirt gradually lost his smile, and his gaze turned cold and displeased as he stared at the back of the woman in the white dress.

He licked his lips and reached out to press his hand on the woman in the plain dress's shoulder. "Little beauty, let this great man see your—"

"This is really annoying," a sigh escaped her lips.

Sizzle—The man's forearm, clad in a pink shirt, suddenly fell to the ground, detached from his arm, and the fresh, pink flesh at his elbow splattered with blood, exploding like a water pump.

The man in the pink shirt looked slightly taken aback, paused for half a second, and then bent over and screamed in pain, clutching his elbow.

The three henchmen next to the man in the pink shirt were instantly killed, their heads falling to the ground.

He Jianzhu slowly turned around.

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

But as soon as he took to the air, it was as if there were invisible blades in the sky, and his legs were sliced ​​off and fell to the ground, causing blood to spurt out again.

"Aaaaaah!!" His desperate screams echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

Under the Spirit Flesh Fruit Tree.

"These lowly people don't seem afraid of us?" The bald man looked down at the seven spirit masters under the tree.

Some people shook their heads dismissively: "Heh, they've probably given up the struggle."

Just then, a heart-wrenching scream came from behind. Everyone turned around in confusion, and a chilling scene immediately came into view.

Their leader, the man in the pink shirt, was wriggling on the grass with only his right hand remaining. His face was contorted with fear, and he looked terrified. He frantically scratched at the haystack with his right hand while calling for help, trying to find a last chance to survive.

The twenty or so young nobles stared blankly at the scene before them. What was going on?
"He, He Jianzhu! That's He Jianzhu!"

Someone pointed in panic into the distance.

"Damn it! How did she revert to human form?"

"Oh no—run!"

However, as soon as the man finished speaking, his limbs and head separated from his torso, shattering into a pile of parts on the ground.

The crowd's expressions changed drastically, and they began to scatter and flee.

But it was all in vain. Everything that was looked at by the woman in the white dress with her gentle gaze was disintegrated into parts, and along with the scarlet rain, a large number of heads and severed limbs fell from the sky.

"Art! It's simply art!" Yuan Zhoulu's red eyes shone as he stared in fascination at the terrifying rain curtain formed by corpses, murmuring in a crisp voice, "So this is the master? Amazing!"

"Holy crap, sis, are we really going to just coast through this Calamity Realm like this?" The woman with the portrait exclaimed in shock, then seemed thoughtful. "The reward for clearing this Calamity Realm is a seven-eye level relic. We're practically getting a free reward."

Relics, also known as divine relics, refer to the fact that after the fall of some gods or near-god-level beings, some of their powers do not dissipate but instead materialize into physical items that can only be used once or a few times.

"Dream on, you idiot brother." Yuan Zhoulu curled his lips. "Do you think god-level relics are as common as cabbages? There's definitely only one of them. And according to the past patterns of the Calamity Realm, there might be some hidden conditions for obtaining them."

"Aaaaaah—" Just as the two were chatting, desperate screams echoed from the sky.

"God of the Sky! Are you just watching the show?! Make your move!"

In their despair, they waited in vain for help and began to curse and rage.

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

"God of the Sky, I draft ***"
A naked, muscular man sat upright in front of a black and white piano, his ten fingers dancing skillfully across the keys like falling beads, playing a cheerful yet gradually rousing battle melody.

When the song ended.

"I must say, your human research in the field of art is indeed much better than that of the Nightmare Clan."

The naked, muscular man exclaimed, "I really like this piece of music. Oh right, what's it called again?"

“The War of the Ants,” Geng Gui said casually, leaning lazily against the corner of the wall.

"Good name. I really like the word 'ant'."

The naked, muscular man's expressionless, solemn face revealed a look of reminiscence. "Before the War of Unification of the Nightmare Realm and the establishment of the Imaginary Court, I was nothing more than an ant."

"Fortunately, the law of this world is survival of the fittest."

The naked, muscular man rose with a faint smile, walked to the edge of the palace, and looked down at the clouds. Geng Gui followed him to the side of the Sky God, bewildered.

"I have heard the cries of the weak, the pleas of ants."

The God of the Sky heard the cries for help from the people of the mortal realm, but he did not act immediately. He remained calm, his tone slightly puzzled, saying, "This strange woman, He Jianzhu, has surprised me by regaining her human form ahead of schedule."

"And that man... he's strange too."

"What?" Geng Gui was somewhat taken aback and asked in surprise, "He Jianzhu recovered ahead of schedule? Doesn't that mean those noble youths who went down are in danger?"

"It's not that there's danger, it's that everyone's going to die." The naked, muscular man said calmly, his eyes beginning to fill with a dark hue as he focused his gaze through the layers of clouds, making sure he could see everything below clearly.

"Are they all dead?" Geng Gui wasn't too surprised, and even curled his lips into a smug smile. "That's good, I've been annoyed with these useless nobles for a long time."

Whoosh—the space behind Geng Gui suddenly split open, and a meter-tall scarlet eyeball rolled left and right, emitting a majestic low voice:

"Perfect timing. Since He Jianzhu has awakened ahead of schedule, let's capture him now. God of the Sky, do you need my help?"

The naked, muscular man calmly glanced at the crimson figure: "No need. He Jianzhu, now back in human form, has lost the right to pose a threat to me. He's nothing but an ant."

"Buzz!"

Just then, the entire palace suddenly swayed almost imperceptibly.

Geng Gui looked up, puzzled: "What's going on?"

The naked, muscular man closed his eyes and sensed for a while before shaking his head and saying, "A Venerable One is attacking Entrance Number 1."

"That's probably the White Dragon Walker from the Yinlong Legion." Geng Gui clicked his tongue and chuckled. "This walker is impatient; let's just ignore him."

Outside Entrance 1.

Four figures stood at the foot of a rugged mountain wall covered in ivy. In the center of the wall was a decaying wooden door, above which were gleaming silver letters: "Welcome to Yuanhe Orphanage"

Three of the four figures were dressed in pure black military uniforms with dragon patterns and tactical boots, looking at the middle-aged man at the front with a somewhat helpless expression.

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

The man had a square face, a stubble beard, and looked somewhat weathered. He had a smoking cigar dangling from his mouth.

"Damn it!" He raised his foot and kicked the wooden door with his flip-flops. The door didn't budge, but he didn't give up and continued to kick it hard.

It seemed that some kind of power was used, causing the palace within the calamity to tremble.

"You won't let me in, huh?!"

"Bang! Bang bang bang!" A large foot with sparse leg hair pounded again and again.

"Kick your grandpa to death!" The middle-aged man seemed to enjoy it immensely, his foot speed increasing, thumping repeatedly.

The three people behind him sighed and facepalmed.
“Master, let’s give up.” A woman stepped forward and said helplessly, “The disciples all said that the waters here are very deep, and we cannot act rashly.”

A bespectacled man also spoke in a deep voice: "The forces behind this place are deeply entrenched. Even if the Disciple Venerable comes up, he may not be able to eradicate this place completely."

Bang bang bang bang——

After kicking for a while, the White Dragon Walker seemed to finally get tired. He slowly stopped his Shadowless Kick and landed on the ground.

Seeing this, the woman breathed a sigh of relief. "According to our estimation, this calamity is at least at the Seven Eyes level. Although it hasn't reached the God level yet, it's close. Anyone who goes in has no chance of surviving. Even though you, Master Xingzhe, have reached the Venerable level, there's still a high chance you'll perish here."

"So, since the monstrous beasts inside don't welcome us, there's no need for us to force our way in."

The middle-aged man took a deep drag on his cigar, looked up at the wooden door plaque, his eyes slightly narrowed, and slowly exhaled white smoke.

"Moreover, our main mission in King's Landing is to investigate the Peach Organization, Master Walker. Let's focus on our business." The man pushed up his glasses, about to continue speaking.

"A rope can saw through wood." The middle-aged man twisted his arms to loosen up, then grinned. "Tsk~ You won't let me in, huh? Well, I'll kick you for a month, and that'll break this shit barrier!"

He raised his foot again, and like a brick-breaking machine, his leg shot out without a trace, banging and banging against the wooden door barrier.

The three people behind him sighed and rubbed their foreheads in exasperation.

(End of this chapter)