I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 588 588. Mr. Xia, do you have a loved one?

Night.

Xia Feng went all out, and it took him only one and a half minutes to rush back to the Bronze Building from the western suburbs of the forest.

The silver door of the core laboratory opened horizontally.

Xia Feng rushed in, sweating profusely, looking very embarrassed.

Xia Feng carefully put the fainted woman on his back on the treatment bed, and the maid Fei beside him quickly clicked on the operating table.

In the past two years, Mu Qingtong has built 18 Bronze Buildings in the Empire, each of which has a core laboratory and is equipped with top-level treatment facilities for emergencies.

The blue barrier wrapped the treatment cabin, and the blood hole on the chest of the woman in the black dress slowly healed, and the new skin was white.

But the heartbeat was still weak, and there was no breath at all.

Xia Feng and Fei stood on the left and right of the treatment cabin, frowning and watching.

It seems that Miss Mu's condition has not improved at all.

These facilities can only treat external injuries and provide spirit particles to stabilize the spiritual pressure.

There is nothing they can do about the damage to the soul!

How could this happen.

The maid Fei originally had an expressionless face, but the corners of her lips curled up quietly at this time. She suddenly looked up at Xia Feng with a strange smile: "It seems that this woman is finally going to die."

Xia Feng frowned. He knew that Miss Mu's maid had a mysterious origin. She was normal under normal circumstances, but once she lost control, her true nature would be exposed.

However, as the maid said, Mu Qingtong's condition was very bad.

Although the physical injuries were easily repaired, the spirit essence still showed an irreversible trend and dissipated rapidly.

When the spirit essence aura dissipated, it was the time when Miss Mu died completely.

"Does your master have any means of resurrection?" Xia Feng forced himself to calm down and looked up.

"Hehe~ Where can there be so many means of resurrection in this world."

The corners of Fei's lips curled slightly. As she spoke, the maid's outfit swirled with a red stream, quietly changing into a red and white classical maid's outfit.

She wore a pure white mask without any pattern on her forehead, her face was pointed, and a small "Fei" was painted diagonally at the corner of her rose-red eyes.

"But."

She sat on the edge of the treatment bed, her long legs crossed lightly, her beautiful red eyes lazily looked up at Xia Feng, and smiled strangely, "If you want this woman to survive, you can refine her into a puppet. In this way, 'Mu Qingtong' will still live in this world."

The maid's slender fingers slid across Mu Qingtong's fair cheek, tilted her head, her lazy eyes were faint, and she looked down at him, "How about we refine this arrogant bad woman together?"

As she said that, her red eyes lit up with charming brilliance, imprinted into Xia Feng's black pupils.

But in an instant, it was bounced away by the pale seal deep in Xia Feng's soul.

Fei's face turned slightly pale, and she muttered, "What a trouble."

It must be said that Miss Mu's maid was really weird, but Xia Feng didn't want to pay more attention to her, but began to arrange the formation leading to the gate of the world.

Now he really has no means to treat Miss Mu, maybe he can only shamelessly ask for help from Miss Xielong.

Fei stood by with her arms folded, not stopping him, but said in a faint tone: "It's useless, Mu Qingtong's spiritual essence is irreversible, that being can't even save himself now, how can he have the energy to help others?"

"What's more, it will take at least 20 minutes for you to set up the formation. Now, with the soul connection between Mu Qingtong and me, I can clearly sense the speed at which her spiritual essence is dissipating, and it can only last for three minutes at most. Three minutes later, it will be her death."

Fei's faint voice was slightly teasing, stimulating Xia Feng's nerves. He raised his eyes, and his dark pupils were filled with murderous intent.

Fei's pupils shrank involuntarily. For some reason, she found that she was actually feeling panic and fear. When the murderous intent in the man's eyes faded, the fear in her heart quickly dissipated. "Xia"

At the same time, on the treatment bed, the black-dressed woman's eyelids trembled, and she raised them with some difficulty.

Xia Feng quickly stood up and took three or two steps forward. His beautiful golden eyes opened, his eyes were calm, but he was more tired than ever before. His voice was as weak as a mosquito's hum: "Mr. Xia, am I going to die?"

Xia Feng was speechless for a moment. Through the eyes of deconstruction, Miss Mu's spiritual pressure had begun to collapse rapidly, and her spiritual foundation was like a sinkhole, breaking inch by inch.

Mu Qingtong's tired eyes showed a calmness that looked down on life and death. Looking at the man's sweaty and pale face with tense eyebrows, she said helplessly:

"Mr. Xia, this is the first time I see you so flustered."

Xia Feng was stunned.

"Tsk, the person he loves is about to die in front of him, of course he is panicking~" Fei hugged her chest and leaned against the pillar beside her, laughing casually.

"A beloved one?" The silver-haired woman murmured in doubt, her eyes were sleepy and dim, she could not lift her head to look at the pale face of the man in front of her, her weak voice was almost inaudible, "Mr. Xia, do you have a beloved one?"

As she spoke, her eyelids drooped and lifted again, she was very sleepy and was about to fall asleep at any time.

Xia Feng's heart tightened again, and the tense nerves seemed to be grabbed by a delicate white hand and lifted up high, and his thinking was stuck.

Mr. Xia, do you have a beloved one?

Do I have a beloved one?

Yes!

Of course I do!

Xia Feng did not dare to hesitate, staring at the silver-haired woman in front of him, his slightly white and trembling lips opened, and the words came out: "Miss Mu, I——"

[Excitement and joy made Mu Qingtong's thinking more agile, and the spiritual pressure state was further stabilized. Mu Qingtong realized the means of sublimating the spiritual base in a very small degree without triggering the heavenly thunder. Your spiritual base state has been slightly sublimated——]

[Synchronization successful——]

[Current realm: Peak of the second realm of Zhenwu (spiritual base sublimation 1.09%)]

[Result ritual 1: Use the throne construct and work together with the dual cultivation partner to kill a genius who is at least at the third realm of Venerable (completed)]

[Result ritual 2: Plunder a legendary A-level fruit position of at least the fourth level of Venerable (×)]

Xia Feng: “.”

[Seeing you so anxious, Mu Qingtong’s mood became more and more happy. While she was looking forward to your next words, she slowly sublimated her spiritual base leisurely. Your spiritual base was sublimated slightly again-1.19%]

Xia Feng: “?!”

Destroyer witch! You are finished!!

I will write my name Xia Feng backwards to prevent you from being completely killed by society!!!

Because the incident happened suddenly, his mind was a mess before, and he didn’t think about it carefully, but he should have thought of this earlier.

If Mu Qingtong’s spiritual base really collapsed, then his spiritual base should have collapsed again, but he just rushed all the way to the laboratory and didn’t respond.

The synchronization information was not updated.

Obviously, Miss Mu deceived his perception through some special means, so that when he used the Deconstruction Eye to detect, he thought that Miss Mu's spiritual pressure and spiritual foundation had collapsed, and her spiritual essence was also disintegrating.

And Fei

This maid actually did not betray Mu Qingtong at all. First, she led him to think that Mu Qingtong was indeed dead and there was no cure, and then Mu Qingtong woke up when the time came, and the two sang the same tune.

Obviously, she was setting a trap for him!