I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 677. Do you believe the Divine Faith Fruit was stolen?

Leng Xiu's words caused Xia Feng's nerves to twitch. He subconsciously raised his hand to press his temples, and his mind began to wander.

Hey~
However, with a clear, ringing sound, a flickering candlelight seemed to ignite in the darkness deep within his soul, and his headache quickly subsided, the strange discomfort fading away.

What's wrong with me? Xia Feng looked inward at his soul in confusion and quickly realized the problem.

It is memory.

He vaguely recalled memories from when he was 12 to 14 years old, but they quickly faded away.

Thinking of this, Xia Feng looked at Chana Yuki.

Chana Yuki's face was pale, her expression blank, and she murmured as if in a daze, "I remember now."

"What did you remember?" Xia Feng's dark eyes narrowed slightly. He vaguely remembered that he and Chana Yuki had a good relationship during the three years from when he was 12 to 14 years old, and they often played together.

But now he can recall all his other memories, except for these three years, which he only has a vague impression of. Even worse, he doesn't remember such an important event as the extermination of the Cha clan.

Chana looked up blankly at Xia Feng: "My real purpose in joining the Black Moon Church was to investigate the truth behind the extermination of our clan. But for some reason, I forgot that original intention."

Over the years, all she remembered was that she had to constantly improve her strength and her status within the Black Moon Church. This had quietly become her obsession, but she never bothered to think about why she had such an obsession.

Hearing the conversation between the apostles and Pastor Angela outside brought back clarity to the hazy memories in her mind.

"So you mean the Cha clan was wiped out by the Black Moon Church?" Xia Feng asked in a deep voice, puzzled.

"I only vaguely remember a connection, but I can't recall the specifics of the night the clan was wiped out." Chana Yuki shook her head, her brows furrowed. "It seems like my memory has been tampered with."

Xia Feng glanced at her pale face, patted her shoulder, and silently asked no more questions. He just frowned and fell into deep thought.

It seems that childhood memories do indeed hold many secrets.

Perhaps we can start with the case of the extermination of the Cha clan to find the truth behind his amnesia.

Outside, Angie the Holy Shepherd was also somewhat surprised by Leng Xiu's words. His turbid eyes suddenly fixed on the safe house again, flashing with a dangerous cold light.

Cha Nai Xue regained her senses and raised her purple eyes: "I can tell you the exact whereabouts of the fire seed, but in exchange, Angie the Holy Shepherd, you need to rescue all four of us."

Angie narrowed her eyes slightly, but did not answer. Instead, she looked at the three apostles on the other side.

Leng Xiu shook his head and smiled, "I have already promised to help Lord Saint Shepherd escape from Black Moon City, and I will not go back on my word. After we leave Black Moon City, we will break this tortoise shell seal together, and Lord Saint Shepherd can search Chana Xue's soul memories at will."

As he spoke, he glanced at the safe house with his blood-red eyes, "All we need to do is leave her, and the other three people's beautiful bodies to us."

Seeing the Burning Angels so cooperative, the gray-robed old woman nodded and grinned in satisfaction, but her wrinkled, mottled, withered face, combined with the dim, hazy light, made her smile inexplicably eerie.

She flipped her palm, and a crimson-gold token appeared in her hand.

It was none other than the Sumeru Token.

However, unlike Xia Feng's Black King Token, this token was radiant with a divine red light that was exceptionally dazzling.

Burning City's golden eyes instantly locked onto the object, their pupils shimmering with light, as if assessing its authenticity.

Not long after, he nodded, looked at Leng Xiu, and indicated that there was no problem and that he could take out the Divine Faith Fruit.

Leng Xiu grinned, raised his hand, and a blood-red cross flashed on the back of his hand.

At the same time, Xia Feng loosely clenched his right hand, and a white-gold fruit resembling a mango leaped out of thin air and landed in his palm amidst the radiant light emanating from the cross on the back of his hand. The fiery red runes on the fruit's peel swirled and swirled with brilliant light, and a terrifying divine aura rushed straight towards Xia Feng's face.

Divine Faith Fruit!
However, Xia Feng didn't have time to observe it further and immediately threw the fruit into his storage space to hide it.

Outside, Leng Xiu looked at the back of his hand with some confusion, and then, with another thought, the back of his hand shone with a bright bloody light!
But nothing appeared.

He swallowed hard, refusing to believe it, clenched his fist, and hissed, "Now!"

After two seconds of silence.

He had a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead, making his already pale face appear even paler. He looked up and met Angie Saint Shepherd's indifferent, cloudy eyes for a moment, then silently looked away.

Once again, activate the spiritual artifact, Blood Breath Mark!
Futile, useless!
"Thump—" The Black Moon Scepter tapped lightly on the floor tiles, and the gray-robed old woman slowly walked down the high platform, her body hunched over. Although her steps were unsteady, each step exuded a terrifying aura.

This terrified everyone present.

Burning City strode forward, blocking the oncoming pressure of the Saint Realm, and turned his head to look coldly at the Blood Demon.

Leng Xiu was no longer as lazy as before. His brows were furrowed with seriousness and doubt as he looked at the crowd and asked tentatively, "Everyone, if I told you that the Divine Faith Fruit suddenly disappeared from my spiritual artifact, would you believe me?"

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Anji Shengmu's face was as still as a dead lake.

Burning City's majestic golden eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the booming sound of molten lava shook the space: "Blood Demon, you better be joking with me!"

The taciturn and silent Ji Ying had no face, but the outline of the shadow hidden under the gray robe flickered, as if it had an emotional fluctuation.

"Hey, you, the Burning Angel disciple, you didn't steal the Divine Faith Fruit, did you?" Xia Feng's cheeky remark came from inside the safe house. "I have to say, although you're the weakest among this group, you're definitely the most daring."

The three women glanced silently at Xia Feng, who stood calmly at the front with his hands behind his back. Seeing his nonchalant and sarcastic remarks, they pursed their lips, wanting to laugh.

Although I've seen Xia Feng secretly copying or even stealing other people's magical artifacts several times, I still can't help but marvel at the incredible power of Xia Feng's magical artifacts every time I see them.

Hearing Xia Feng's mockery, Leng Xiu's face turned even uglier, his back teeth almost grinding to powder. He still couldn't understand what was going on.

Just ten seconds ago, when he checked the storage items in the spiritual artifact, the Divine Faith Fruit was still there.

But in the blink of an eye, how did they suddenly disappear!

This is unbelievable!
"Blood Demon, this is your magical artifact!" The murderous intent in Fen Cheng's eyes was no longer concealed. "Could it be that someone can steal something from your magical artifact?!"

Steal something?
Yes, there really was a thief! Leng Xiu's sharp eyes suddenly turned to the safe house, "It was you! One of you four tampered with me!"

There are all sorts of strange and wonderful magical artifacts in the world. Although he didn't quite believe it, there might really be some outrageous magical artifacts that could steal the storage contents of other people's magical artifacts?

The only people with this motive at the scene were the four people in the safe house!
It's definitely them—

"Boom!!" Before Leng Xiu could say anything more, the terrifying spiritual pressure caused the entire Holy See to collapse half an inch downwards, and the ground cracked and split open with countless fissures.

A sinister laugh escaped from the old woman in the gray robe.
Her aged face, hidden in the dim light, was eerily unsettling. Her cloudy eyes gradually turned bloodshot, and her demeanor became increasingly frenzied!

(End of this chapter)