I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 68 68. This enemy is too weak

No. 11 hummed a song while walking leisurely into the depths of the forest.

It took a lot of effort to get from the 48th District to the 51st District, but fortunately he had connections in the military and could take a direct military airship.

But what he didn't expect was that player No. 10 was actually in the Evil Dragon Forest, which saved him a lot of effort.

Killing people in the Evil Dragon Forest basically doesn't have to worry about the Holy Department tracking him down.

According to the information previously discovered, player No. 10 has only been promoted to the first-level spiritual master for a few days. The spiritual masters of this period should have several spiritual clothes, but they are not too proficient, so it is not difficult to deal with them.

After No. 10 is dealt with, the hunting and predation stage can get double life points, that is, 8 life points, and killing heads will get an additional 3 life points, a total of 11 points.

Add to his remaining 13 life points, a total of 24 points.

With so many points, I can definitely buy the last spiritual material in the next round of evolution. Maybe I can even have enough to buy a game skill card or C-level spiritual clothes.

So happy~ No. 11 hummed a song and pushed aside the branches, and soon came to an open space.

The blood moon was high in the sky, and the dark forest was silent.

He looked down at the location card, which showed that No. 10 was here, but there was no one around.

"Strange."

He frowned and his eyes turned into snake-like vertical pupils. He looked around and still didn't find any spiritual pressure fluctuations.

"Interesting~"

He sneered, "Do you think I can't find you if you hide and don't come out?"

As he said that, he made a provocative gesture of cutting throats around him, grinning, "Wait, I said I would kill you--"

But he only said half of the words and stopped abruptly. His playful eyes froze for a moment and then instantly became empty like a puppet. A bloody blade pierced silently from his left chest, and crystal blood dripped along the tip of the knife and fell into the void.

The man in white stood behind him and said coldly, "You talk a lot of nonsense."

The blade suddenly pulled out of his heart. No. 11 felt a sharp pain and then became dazed. He fell to the ground and saw a woman in a black dress walking to the man in white in a blurry vision. She said in a confused voice, "Is this the enemy you mentioned? He is too weak."

"Indeed, I didn't expect him to be so weak, but it doesn't matter."

The conversation between the two gradually faded, and the world fell into darkness. Why, why is No. 10 so strong? No. 11's consciousness gradually blurred in fear and despair. The last thought before death was the endless confusion of "Am I really that weak?"

The man and woman in white and black stood beside the corpse.

As Mu Qingtong stretched out his right hand wearing the bracelet, the soul with empty eyes began to detach from the center of the corpse's eyebrows and was taken into a stone in the bracelet.

She took off the stone and handed it to Xia Feng: "What do you want his soul for? Wouldn't it be better to just kill him?"

"Don't ask, if you ask, it's very useful."

"It's up to you, but this soul stone is of average quality, it can only preserve the soul of the deceased for three days at most, after the time limit, his soul will be completely gone."

"I know." Xia Feng put away the stone, squatted down and began to touch the corpse.

Soon, four thumb-sized glass bottles were taken out from the inner lining pocket of No. 11, flashing four different lights of red, yellow, blue and green under the blood moon.

"Wow, wisdom pulp, life pulp, ice silk, Jupiter flower, the stuff is quite complete."

Xia Feng threw all four small bottles to Mu Qingtong, "Next, there is the Jupiter flower you want."

The Jupiter flower is only half the size of a finger, suspended in the glass bottle. Mu Qingtong put the glass bottle under the blood moon and looked at it, wondering softly: "Judging from the color, the flower has only bloomed in the past few days. How do you know that this person has Jupiter flowers?"

"Don't worry about it. Anyway, all the materials are complete. Hurry up and promote to the second level." Xia Feng clapped his hands and stood up to urge, "Promote now!"

"Now?"

Mu Qingtong was a little helpless, his golden eyes were calm, "I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?"

The emperor is not in a hurry for the eunuch. Ah, it's the eunuch who is not in a hurry, but the emperor is!

Mu Qing, my country and great cause depend on you!

Xia Feng smiled slightly: "Okay, the road ahead will be more and more dangerous anyway. If you are in danger, I won't be able to save you~"

"I don't need you to save me."

"Oh? Really~"

Xia Feng raised his eyebrows, "Then why don't you take a look at your condition? Your eyes are red and your eyebrows are dark. If you continue like this, you will really be doomed."

After Xia Feng said this, Mu Qingtong also realized that something was wrong with her. She was in a trance. She was about to speak, but she saw countless Xia Fengs appearing around her. Xia Fengs smiled at her, and then all took a big knife to commit suicide, and blood splattered all over the world.

Xia Feng's heads rolled to her feet one by one, like hell.

"Xia Feng. Dead?" She breathed a little stagnant and widened her eyes. She covered her forehead and shook her head. She soon realized that one of the signs of doom was seeing something she was afraid of.

She really couldn't hold on this time.

"What a weak chicken, Mu Qingtong." A familiar man laughed from above.

She looked up and tried to open her eyes wide to focus, but Xia Feng in front of her still had a double image, and his black pupils looked down at her. He reached out and gently clamped her pointed chin.

His slender hands pressed on Xia Feng's broad shoulders. She tilted her white goose neck, raised her chin, and her pale golden eyes suddenly woke up. She subconsciously wanted to push him away, but the man's big hands suddenly grabbed her slender waist outlined by the black skirt.

"Don't move."

As Xia Feng spoke softly, in a few breaths countless gray mist flowed up along the narrow neck of her collarbone into the palm of the man who clamped her jaw, and then disappeared into the palm of his hand again.

Her consciousness gradually became clearer, and she suddenly felt refreshed.

"How's it going? Does it feel good?"

There was a smile in Xia Feng's condescending eyes. Her eyes trembled slightly and she pursed her lips and whispered softly: "It's okay, but can you take your hand away first?"

Xia Feng silently took back his hand and smiled: "Do you know your shortcomings?"

Mu Qingtong stared at him for a while, her calm and beautiful eyes slowly curved into a smile, and she said softly:

"I have to admit, Mr. Xia, you won this round."

"This round?" Xia Feng was stunned.

In the first round, the spiritual pressure was evenly matched.

In the second round, the appearance is similar.

In the third round, tone deafness and average IQ were tied.

In the fourth round, they were evenly matched in terms of dance skills.

In the fifth round, Xia Feng could remain conscious under her hypnosis, but she could not resist the erosion of the evil force for a long time.

Obviously, she lost this round, but it doesn't matter, because this junior is really getting more and more interesting!

While thinking, the woman in black skirt stared at Xia Feng intently, her beautiful eyes curved like crescent moons: "Mr. Xia, can you protect me? I'm going to be promoted to the second level."

Xia Feng's black pupils suddenly lit up, "My ancestor, you are ready for promotion."

He nodded and was about to speak, but frowned and looked back into the depths of the dark forest.

There is an active and strong force reaction approaching rapidly, and the target is very clear.