Chapter 417: The Star-skirt Woman and the Skull
Mu Qingtong raised her golden eyes slightly.
Naraka’s Between.
Indeed, it’s possible to use Cha Nai Xue’s spirit artifact to get an indirect glimpse. If I can see Mr. Xia in the future, it will naturally mean that Mr. Xia can be resurrected.
Seeing that the black-dressed woman finally showed interest and looked at her properly, Cha Nai Xue leaned back on the sofa and said lightly, “Mu Qingtong, can we talk properly now?”
If it weren’t for Mu Qingtong’s connection with the Peach Organization, Cha Nai Xue would never have spoken so politely to this little noble’s daughter here.
After all, although Mu Qingtong was registered as a First-stage Spirit Master in the Holy Department’s records, she clearly knew that Mu Qingtong possessed Second-stage strength with the help of the Peach Organization.
Mu Qingtong had hidden her strength from the outside.
But that was all.
If she had wanted to kidnap and torture a mere Second-stage Spirit Master, this little noble’s daughter would not have been able to withstand it.
“Buzz—”
At this moment, a formation drawn with black and white lines suddenly unfolded beneath the sofa, and countless black and white lines like serpentine living creatures soared into the air.
Cha Nai Xue’s delicate face stiffened slightly, and before she could react, these black and white lines had already entwined her entire body. The tightened lines perfectly outlined her graceful curves, causing her snow dress to indent.
Only then did Cha Nai Xue realize that this building was actually a God Relic!
Having been required to seal her Spirit Pressure upon entering the Bronze Tower, she was quickly restrained and bound.
It had to be said that Cha Nai Xue found that not only did her calculations regarding Xia Feng often go wrong, but her calculations regarding Mu Qingtong also occasionally went wrong.
This woman, Mu Qingtong, actually dared to act against her so unscrupulously, without any fear of her identity as the Black Moon Saintess.
The snow-skirt woman writhed on the sofa in a humiliating posture. Her purple eyes, however, remained calm. She looked up and said coldly, “Mu Qingtong, have you gone mad?”
The black-dressed woman closed the pages of the book on her lap, stood up, and slowly walked to the front of the sofa.
Cha Nai Xue, having finally managed to sit up, had her delicate jaw held by the black-dressed woman’s slender hand. Under her increasingly enraged purple eyes, the woman’s golden eyes looked down condescendingly and said softly, “Cha Nai Xue, before Mr. Xia is resurrected, you need a new master.”
Cha Nai Xue was stunned: “?”
—A new, new master?!
“Use the Slave Contract and recognize me as your master. You have thirty seconds to consider,” Mu Qingtong said gently, as if chatting about everyday matters. “Otherwise, I’ll have to kill you.”
Cha Nai Xue’s purple eyes contracted slightly: “?!!!”
She could feel that this woman was serious!
Cha Nai Xue was completely defeated, gritted her teeth, and said with a cold face, “Give me a reason.”
“You know too many secrets about Mr. Xia.” Mu Qingtong was concise and comprehensive. Before Mr. Xia’s resurrection, all potential hidden dangers had to be eliminated, such as this uncontrollable Black Moon Saintess.
“You mean I will betray him?” Cha Nai Xue asked in disbelief.
“Naturally.”
Cha Nai Xue’s eyelids twitched with anger. She took a deep breath and glared coldly at the black-dressed woman, “If I were going to betray him, would I have come to find you myself?!”
“Because you foolishly believe that I don’t pose a great danger to you.”
“.”
“You have five seconds left to consider.”
Mu Qingtong held the snow-skirt woman’s delicate jaw and casually glanced at her watch, beginning the countdown.
“!!!” The chill of death descended. A hint of anger and indignation flashed in Cha Nai Xue’s beautiful purple eyes. This little noble’s daughter… is truly out of her mind!
In fact, Cha Nai Xue had trump cards to resist, but then she thought…
She decided to endure humiliation again! She would first submit to this woman, and then, one day, not only would she become Xia Feng’s master again, but she would also thoroughly humiliate this Mu surname deeply.
Yes, she decided to continue being a female slave! Since she was already a childhood sweetheart’s female slave, becoming the childhood sweetheart’s fiancée’s female slave was not too unacceptable.
After all, she would be able to turn the tables and become the master sooner or later.
“2—1—It seems you disagree.” The woman’s gentle voice fell. Cha Nai Xue’s expression stiffened, and she said with a blank face, “I agree!”
The Slave Contract took effect once more.
Countless scarlet runes floated all over Cha Nai Xue’s body, like myriad birds returning to their nests, converging at her waist. A crimson Heart Wing mark formed at her graceful lower back, quietly disappearing.
Cha Nai Xue felt the mark behind her small waist and her expression was not too good.
However, it was fine. Luckily, it wasn’t placed on her abdomen. Xia Feng’s mark was on her abdomen, which felt very wrong.
Patting Cha Nai Xue’s slightly disheveled hair, Mu Qingtong elegantly leaned back on the sofa again, her long legs under the black dress crossed lightly, and said gently, “Alright, begin your prophecy.”
Mu Qingtong’s actions were extremely insulting. Cha Nai Xue clenched her fists secretly,记 under the humiliation brought by the other party. After taking a deep breath, her eyes suddenly sharpened.
Her light purple irises dissolved into countless purple spirit lights that filled her eye sockets. It was as if after a cosmic Big Bang, countless stars rapidly converged and swirled within her two eye sockets, and her entire temperament became ethereal and divine.
The more important the prophecy of the future, the more Faith Points were required. She had accumulated many Faith Points now, which should be enough to see the scene she desired.
At the same time, a scene appeared in her mind—
!
The world was like an oil painting, completely black, with only a stardust-like light flickering in the center. If one looked closely, they could see a star-skirt woman outlined in oil paint, holding a broken skull in her hands. Golden light overflowed from beneath her slightly closed eyelids.
Those lights were like sharp swords, stabbing directly into Cha Nai Xue’s eyes.
“Pfft—” Blood spilled from the corner of her lips, and her body went limp.
Countless stars re-condensed into purple irises. Cha Nai Xue raised her beautiful eyes, her right eye returning to normal. A scarlet bloodline slid down her cheek.
Mu Qingtong frowned, “What happened?”
Cha Nai Xue’s face turned pale, and she quickly drew the scene she had seen.
Mu Qingtong stared intently at the painting, at the skull in the star-skirt woman’s embrace, and became increasingly confused.
The star-skirt woman could basically be confirmed to be that so-called Dragon God.
But what did this scene mean? It didn’t seem to indicate that Mr. Xia would be resurrected. Instead, it looked like the Dragon God would come looking for her, wanting to snatch Mr. Xia’s head from her hand?
“How is it, what does this represent?” Cha Nai Xue asked nervously.
She could feel that the Status of Xia Feng and many things related to Xia Feng were too high. This cryptic oil painting was already the limit of the prophecy she could see.
Mu Qingtong put away the oil painting, stood up, and said, “Alright, you can go now.”
Cha Nai Xue: “???”
“Mu Qingtong, don’t go too far.” Cha Nai Xue said with a cold brow, “I have the right to know the tr—”
Her displeasure halted abruptly because a faint electric current was already spreading from below her waist and hips. She clenched her legs tightly, glared annoyedly at the black-dressed woman, and turned to leave quickly.
Coming with a stomach full of questions, she left with a stomach full of questions and a mark of shame. Cha Nai Xue felt that she and Mu Qingtong were destined to clash.
It seemed that ever since she introduced Little Feng to Mu Qingtong as her fiancé, nothing good had happened.
After Cha Nai Xue left, the black-dressed woman stood by the floor-to-ceiling window for a while, overlooking the myriad beings beneath the clouds.
The lights of the city were lit, and the night was deep.
At the same time, whether in the Real World or the Nightmare Realm, no one knew that in a mysterious place called ‘Nightmare River,’ a light mass like a fetus had completed its gestation and was about to break free.
