I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 937. Huang Shifu

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Her collarbone jutted out, like a snake biting her neck. Huang Zhaoyue wrapped her arms tightly around the man's black hair, pressing his chin against hers. Finally, a ripple appeared in her fox-gray eyes, which were fixed on the curtain. It was a terrifying, murderous glint.

It was as if she was about to smash the man's head in her arms at any moment to relieve the pent-up frustration and resentment in her heart.

"Da da--"

Outside the changing room door, the slow, deliberate tapping of heels could be heard.

The young man with the folding fan looked puzzled and slowly approached.

Huang Zhaoyue also possesses a similar ability to see spiritually as the Bronze Deconstruction Eye.

Although the effect wasn't as miraculous as Xia Feng's, which allowed him to see everything clearly, it was enough to make out the silhouette of the young man with the folding fan.

"Knock knock—" The young man with the folding fan reached out and knocked twice on the door frame, then turned around and asked, "What's in here?"

"Reporting to you, sir, according to the layout, that should be the changing room." A respectful voice from further outside came from the officer.

"Oh? The changing room?" The young man with the folding fan snapped it open again, smiling. "Zhaoyue, come out. I know you're in there. Otherwise, hehe~ I really will have to force my way in!"

While listening to the man's voice coming from behind the door, Xia Feng inquired about the progress of Huang Zhaoyue's myriad phenomena.

"60%."

Huang Zhaoyue's dark eyes were fixed on Huang Shikai's figure outside the door. She mentally commanded Xia Feng, "Faster!"

"Bang—!" Xia Feng grabbed her slender waist and turned her around abruptly! Her back was bent and forced against the door. Her fox-gray vertical pupils suddenly narrowed, making her look even more terrifying. Her slender hand, which was holding Xia Feng's black hair, subconsciously grabbed the back of his neck and pinched it hard. Her fingertips were as sharp as knives and were about to pierce the man's neck.

"Not coming out? Heh~ Then I'll come in." The young man with the folding fan behind the door spoke leisurely.

Xia Feng wrapped his arms around her lower back, his body beginning to tremble slightly. This was because he had absorbed too much of the Abyss Dragon Spirit Blood, and his bloodline was beginning to show signs of collapse.

However, the pale bloodline has a home-field advantage in Xia Feng's body, so it will only collapse by 0.1% at most. As long as Xia Feng is unwilling, it will not have much of an impact.

But it's just a little uncomfortable.

Xia Feng felt his head burning hot, as if his skull was being violently shaken by hot tongs. He was dizzy and felt death looming before him.

Sure enough, abyssal bloodlines are the most disgusting!
He gritted his teeth, tightening his grip on the woman's alluring waist as if trying to meld into her very soul. In a daze, he heard the sound of a door being kicked open, and the young man's arrogant and displeased shouts, "What?! Who among you has the authority? Get over here and open the door! Open the door for me!!"

"Yes, my lord."

Beep beep beep—Xia Feng suddenly woke up, and what came into view was still the woman's smooth neck covered with bite marks.

"The myriad phenomena of the universe." The woman's cold, low voice rang in his ear, and Xia Feng's dark pupils instantly narrowed into orange-yellow vertical pupils.

Its tall body floated in a layer of radiant light, and in a flash, it transformed into a black cat, falling into Huang Zhaoyue's arms.

"Beep—the door lock is open—" As the mechanical female voice sounded behind her, Huang Zhaoyue raised her hand to erase the marks on her neck and pressed the handle to open the door.

Outside the door, the young man with the folding fan was about to step forward when a cold and elegant woman holding a black cat came into view. His gloomy face instantly brightened, and as he stepped forward, he deliberately addressed her, "My lady, you've become even more beautiful these past few days—"

The woman holding the black cat vanished from her spot, reappearing two meters behind the young man with the folding fan. She continued walking slowly away in her high heels. The young man clutched his neck, blood gushing out like a fountain. His face was deathly pale as he let out a silent scream. His eyes were filled with rage, and then his body turned into light and shadow with a thud, disappearing into nothingness.

As always, Huang Zhaoyue couldn't be bothered to say another word to him.

However, Huang Shikai was not annoyed at all.
Only a soft laugh remained in the room: "Zhaoyue, I believe that after the wedding, you will understand my love for you. I will wait for you to return to the Central Court."

The black cat jumped onto Huang Zhaoyue's shoulder. Ignoring the fading sound, she walked to the door, looked around, and asked in a low voice, "Where is Huang Shifu?"

The officer who had previously reminded Huang Shikai bowed respectfully and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, please come with me."

To Xia Feng's surprise, the officer did not take Huang Zhaoyue to the command room, but instead took her to an art studio.

The studio is dominated by cool colors, with the walls covered in dark gray and dark green, creating a calm and slightly oppressive atmosphere.

The room was small, only about the size of a classroom. The air was filled with the mixed smell of turpentine and pencil shavings. Unfinished canvases and sketches were piled up in the corner, while colorful paint tubes and charcoal pencils were neatly arranged on the counter against the wall.

The walls above the counter are covered with uncolored sketches of old people, children, women, men, and even half-evil, half-dragon, and monsters in various poses.
The walls of this room are covered with sketches, like walls of all living beings.

Strangely, the eyes of the 'beings' in those sketches all seemed to be converging towards the very center of the room.

In the center of the studio stands a large wooden easel with an unfinished, colorful portrait on it. On a hook behind the easel hangs an oval smiling mask.

A white-haired man dressed in a white robe, white shirt, and white trousers sat in front of a easel, his head bowed as he focused intently on his painting.

Looking at this scene from outside the door, Xia Feng felt a strange sense of unease.

The eerie atmosphere in the studio was amplified by the dim red spotlights and the localized light from the table lamps.

Huang Zhaoyue walked slowly behind the man, without interrupting the white-haired man's painting, and quietly looked at the portrait on the canvas for a while.

Once the portrait was completed, Huang Zhaoyue realized that it was Huang Shikai's likeness.

"Shi Kai isn't ugly either, don't you think?" The white-haired man added the last ray of light to the portrait's pupils, then slowly put down his paintbrush with his back to Huang Zhaoyue, seemingly smiling as he spoke.

Huang Zhaoyue's vertical pupils were dark gray. She ignored Huang Shifu's words and simply asked in a low voice, "When will we arrive at the Fifth Region?"

"The Fifth District? What are we going there for?" The white-haired man turned his head, his face toward Huang Zhaoyue.

Xia Feng was startled. He then realized that the man, who was all white, had no facial features!
It had no eyelashes, eyes, nose, or mouth; it was just a fleshy oval face facing Huang Zhaoyue, which looked even more terrifying in the dimly lit red studio.

However, Huang Zhaoyue seemed used to it and said calmly, "Huang Shifu, I don't want to waste any more words."

The white-haired man looked up at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought. He let out a soft "oh" and nodded. "I remember now. There's a war going on in the Fifth District. My father sent me to deliver a message to the Abyss Saints."

"Alas, war! I hate war."

"So, who exactly is at war with whom in the Fifth Region?" Huang Zhaoyue asked, her brows furrowed in confusion.

Since the Imperial Civil War, there has been no war that has affected an entire region like this.

Moreover, it's a top-tier region like the Fifth Region, close to the First Region, so it wouldn't be difficult for various forces to provide support.

(End of this chapter)