Chapter 331: Mr. Xia, Call Me Mom
As the third rule chain was perfected, the silver-haired loli on the scythe raised her hands in surprise. Her golden eyes narrowed, and the thin purple mist around her hands faintly gathered, forming threads barely visible to the naked eye.
“It seems the Fate Stone is far more powerful than I imagined,” Loli Mu mused, glancing at the adult form’s brow, where a rose-purple crystal was faintly visible. The Fate Stone was a research subject of He Jianzhu, kept in her core laboratory. She had always wanted to participate in this top-secret research but was not allowed. However, it now seemed that her future self had somehow obtained He Jianzhu’s Fate Stone, or perhaps she had created a new one herself?
As Loli Mu pondered, Mu Qingtong briefly explained the new ability to Xia Feng. Xia Feng remained somewhat confused. “Even if you can control these Crying Witches for 2 seconds, how can you kill them?”
“Mr. Xia, in fact, Crying Witches are not invincible,” Mu Qingtong said softly. “The reason Crying Witches always cover their eyes is that they also have physical eyes, and their eyes cannot close. If Crying Witches look at each other, they will be pinned by the other party and can never break free.”
“At the same time, their energy will also be consumed at millions of times the speed, and once their energy is depleted, they will quickly perish.”
“Good heavens, so that’s how it is,” Xia Feng realized.
“Mr. Xia, Yue Hongli, follow my command. These witches are currently too far away and their positions are too dispersed. My ability’s scope cannot reach them, so we need to get them closer first.” Mu Qingtong’s plan was very risky, but Xia Feng did not hesitate. At her command, he and Mu Qingtong jumped into the air simultaneously, while Yue Hongli reverted to her blade form.
Within the scope of the purple mist, it was a no-fly zone. About five meters off the ground, a powerful force would drag one down. As the two moved, sixteen witches appeared and disappeared like ghosts in the dense fog, appearing around them in an instant. Two of the witches were the fastest, reaching Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong and extending their hands towards them. This was the process by which Crying Witches assimilated humans. As long as they were touched by their hands, one would be infected with the calamity poison, their biological sex would transform into female, and they would quickly petrify into sculptures.
Of course, the moment they extended their hands was also the moment they revealed their weakness. Their eyes were unprotected. With proper maneuvering, there was a chance to make them look at each other, thus killing them. But unfortunately, these witches were intelligent. Even with sixteen witches present, to avoid looking at each other, only two witches approached, while the others kept their eyes covered, surrounding them from ten meters away, ensuring that the two prey inside could not escape.
For any ordinary person, this would be a death sentence. But unfortunately, these Crying Witches were facing the World-Ending Witch!
“Crouch.” With Mu Qingtong’s thought, Xia Feng landed and immediately crouched down. The silver-haired loli hovered above the two crouching black-robed figures. As she slightly raised her right hand, sixteen threads appeared in the mist, precisely connecting with the 16 witches. Although her demonic mist ability could barely control the small movements of the Crying Witches’ limbs, and the effect was limited, it was enough.
Half a meter away, the two witches reaching out to Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong had smiles on their lips. But the next moment, they were controlled by the threads to shift their steps sideways, their bodies turning, and their grey stone pupils, filled with terrifying red blood streaks, met each other’s gaze.
As the two witches shifted, the 14 witches surrounding them also subtly shifted their steps, and their hands, which had been covering their eyes, were forced down by the threads. It was like a “matching game,” Loli Mu precisely paired the 16 witches to look at each other. Sixteen pairs of stone pupils, glowing with red blood streaks, met each other’s gaze, freezing them in place. Their lips still curled into eerie smiles, which was quite horrifying in the misty atmosphere.
Seeing this, Xia Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Today was another day of being carried by a powerful figure. “By the way, Miss Mu, what if there were 17 Crying Witches?”
“Isn’t there Yue Hongli? If it’s an odd number, then let your maid take action.”
“…” Xia Feng nodded. That’s right. If there was one extra Crying Witch that couldn’t be eliminated, he could let Yue Hongli freeze it, and then they could escape far enough before Yue Hongli turned back into a blade, and the Crying Witch would lose its target.
[Through practical operation and research on mist threads, Mu Qingtong has further refined the rules. Loli Mu has gained a deeper understanding of controlling puppets, and your fingers have become more nimble.]
[Demonic Mist: Loli Mu can control demonic mist into threads to manipulate ‘demonic creatures’ to a certain extent (currently can control limbs, maximum number {20 upgraded to 40}, maximum duration is 2 seconds).] Eh? Xia Feng was startled. Nimble fingers? Was this synchronized from Loli Mu? Did something feel off here… If she could synchronize with Loli Mu, shouldn’t she also synchronize with the ‘Demonic Mist’ ability?
As Xia Feng pondered in confusion, the energy of the witches who had been looking at each other was rapidly consumed. After a while, they turned into purple dust and disappeared into the mist with a series of “poof, poof, poof” sounds.
Thump, thump, thump… Colorful obsidians fell one after another. “Oh wow, monster drops loot?” Xia Feng picked up the obsidians one by one. A total of 16 obsidians, including 10 Earth Obsidians and 4 Fire Obsidians. Mu Qingtong’s Wood Obsidian and Xia Feng’s Water Obsidian were each 1.
“That’s a bit few,” Xia Feng looked up. “Miss Mu, how many more obsidians do you need for your Holy Solution?”
“Guess.” Mu Qingtong smiled slightly, took her Wood Obsidian, and gave the remaining 15 to Xia Feng.
If you don’t say, you don’t say… Xia Feng lowered his head and counted his Water Obsidians – 82! Excellent, there should be many Crying Witches on this island, and each one is an obsidian. It shouldn’t be difficult to gather 100 Water Obsidians.
“Miss Mu, I have a request, I don’t know if I should say it.”
“You shouldn’t.” Mu Qingtong replied.
“…I want to collect Water Obsidians.”
“Oh, then go ahead.” Mu Qingtong looked up, raised the purple Fate Stone high, and the surrounding mist rapidly converged towards it.
Xia Feng stood beside her, blinking. “Miss Mu, has anyone ever told you that you are very beautiful?”
“That’s a fact, no need for anyone to tell me.”
As expected of you, so narcissistic! Xia Feng secretly rolled his eyes. Mu Qingtong glanced at him with her beautiful eyes, her exquisitely beautiful little face showing a light smile. “Mr. Xia, are you secretly cursing me in your heart?”
“Ha~ How could that be!” Xia Feng raised an eyebrow. “I am such a righteous person, if I want to curse you, I’ll just curse you directly.”
It seemed that the purple mist materials were collected. Mu Qingtong put the Fate Stone back to her brow and turned around, her beautiful eyes curving slightly. “Mr. Xia, if you call me Mom, I’ll help you collect Water Obsidians.”
“Hah?!” Xia Feng was stunned. “What kind of malicious hobby is this!”
“Will you call me or not?”
“Heh heh~ Miss Mu, dreams can have anything,” Xia Feng added another wish in his heart: to make the World-Ending Witch call him father! He thought ferociously.
“Let’s go, Mr. Xia.” After putting away the Fate Stone, Mu Qingtong took a step forward.
“Where are we going?”
“Don’t you want to collect Water Obsidians?”
“Eh?”
“What ‘eh’, hurry up, Mr. Xia.”
“Miss Mu, I must say, you truly are the most beautiful goddess in this world, no one else comes close!”
Hearing Xia Feng’s compliment with shining eyes, Mu Qingtong pursed her lips and turned directly into the depths of the dense fog. Xia Feng quickly caught up. “Why are you walking so fast, Miss Mu? You seem more anxious to collect Water Obsidians than I am.”
“Mr. Xia, you are too slow.”
“I call this living with a balanced rhythm…” The man’s rambling voice and the woman’s helpless light voice gradually faded, disappearing into the dense forest shrouded in purple mist.
