I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch-Chapter 393 - 368. Magical Dog Ring
The woman in the black dress walked towards him.
Her pale golden eyes, undisturbed like an ancient well, nodded in acknowledgment then passed by his side.
"Let's go, Mr. Xia. It is not suitable to stay here for long."
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Her soft voice quickly faded away, Xia Feng turned back in confusion, the woman in the black dress already far away.
Miss Mu's demeanor seemed unusually calm, Xia Feng sighed in relief and hurriedly followed.
The fiery-haired maid in the sky transformed into a streak of light, descending and re-entering Mu Qingtong's brow.
She instinctively looked up, the pitch-black night sky reflecting in her golden pupils, seemingly an endless and terrifying shadow, harboring an indescribable emotion.
The tranquil night sky seemed to foretell an approaching storm.
The two of them remained silent all the way.
Xia Feng silently followed the woman in the black dress, quickly leaving H District.
Helian City is divided into twenty-six districts, each simply named with one of the 26 letters.
The massacre by the Burning Heaven Temple occurred in H District.
In just under a day, the estimated casualties were 500,000, but it seemed that the rescue teams had not arrived in time.
As Xia Feng and the woman stealthily left that district, faint glimmers of light began to appear in the dark eastern sky.
These were airships, forming a massive fleet roaring towards H District.
On the sides of these airships were engraved silver-bottomed black characters—"Commercial," the writing flamboyant and forceful.
Each of the four pillars of the Empire has its own flag, known as "Gate Flags."
"Commercial" was the flag of the Fourth Pillar.
Under the command of the Fourth Pillar were two armies, the Lidong Army and the Yinlong Army.
District 41 did not have a stationing of Yinlong Army's forces.
Therefore, this fleet likely belonged to the Lidong Army.
At the same time, about a hundred people in white robe trench coats were rapidly approaching from the northwest.
Judging by their attire, they were members of the Holy Department in District 41.
Not just that, from the eastern horizon, another fleet broke through the clouds.
It was the Black Moon Fleet, and as a commanding priest waved his hand, numerous Silver Knights descended into the district to begin rescue operations.
The arrival of these three forces was quite timely, appearing almost simultaneously within seconds of each other and promptly starting disaster relief efforts.
Xia Feng and his companion stood at a great distance and quietly watched for a while.
Light rain drizzled down over the dim cityscape.
As military trucks and vehicles from various media and television stations entered the disaster-stricken district, the two of them did not linger any longer and turned to leave.
According to the information obtained,
The reason the Burning Heaven Temple specifically conducted indiscriminate mass slaughter in Helian City's H District was due to a deal with the city lord, Yeli Helian.
Yeli Helian was not only the city lord of Helian City but also held numerous military positions such as a walker of the Lidong Army, and commanding general of the East Victory Fortress.
Thus, the disaster in H District was actually a self-scripted act by Yeli Helian.
But what exactly was his purpose?
Unknown.
However, that didn't matter anymore; the Origin Water hidden in the East Victory Fortress was more important.
Xia Feng decided that once his Spiritual Pressure reached the Fifth Rank, he would find a way to visit the fortress.
Mu Qingtong seemed to have a clear destination in mind; Xia Feng didn't say anything and followed her through multiple districts.
The 'Mind Domain' could be maintained for 24 hours each time it was used, so he was not idle while they traveled.
Passing through five districts, as he continuously moved, his domain eventually covered 1.6 million people.
Copied 84 Spiritual Artifacts.
There were no Grade B Spiritual Artifacts, or even Grade CD.
84 Grade N Spiritual Artifacts.
Yet, among them were a few Spiritual Artifacts whose functions were quite... interesting.
"[N·Rich Lady's Joy Ball: When used on males, your mood will inexplicably improve, and your financial luck will increase significantly over the next few days.]"
N-grade Spiritual Artifacts are sometimes like this—they have little combat value, but when used appropriately, they can produce effects far surpassing those of D or even C grade Spiritual Artifacts.
"[N·Charming Eye Band: When bound around the target's eye area, the target's body sensory sensitivity will increase by 50%, and any sounds made will carry a charming effect.]"
"[N·Magical Dog Ring: If this ring is successfully placed around the target's neck, the target will have a small chance of unconsciously sticking out the tongue when speaking, and an even smaller chance of barking at you.]"
"..."
Xia Feng silently gazed at the black-dressed woman's delicate, snowy neck as they quickly arrived under a towering skyscraper in D City district.
Xia Feng looked up.
The six-hundred-meter-tall skyscraper resembled an ancient giant sword thrust into the earth, reaching straight into the Sky Dome.
"[Bronze Building]"
Looking at the description of this landmark building on the phone map, Xia Feng was astonished.
"Wait, Miss Mu, this isn't your asset, is it?"
"Mmm."
The black-dressed woman seemed unwilling to talk more, nodding lightly before stepping into the doorway.
Xia Feng pursed his lips and quickly followed behind.
The first-floor lobby was spacious and bright, with a transparent glass ceiling and a simple, modern decoration.
The reception desk, guest area, information service area, and other sections were clearly divided.
Even at one o'clock in the morning, there were men and women in professional and proper suits moving around, and the lights were bright.
A blonde woman with big waves, dressed in a professional pencil skirt, was already waiting by the door, slightly bowing:
"Dear guests, please follow me."
The two had earlier changed their appearances, and now followed the woman in taking the VIP exclusive elevator to ascend.
Through the Eye of Decompilation, Xia Feng saw the floor-by-floor scenes in the building; each level was brightly lit.
Some floors had hundreds of workers in hive-like offices working overtime, some floors were designated for practicing combat and Spirit Master cultivation.
However, what made Xia Feng's pupils constrict was,
one of the floors was arranged like a church's Holy Temple. The lighting was dim, and a statue of Mu Qingtong stood above, with fifty men and women in red robes and hoods lying prostrate beneath the Holy Stairs, devoutly closing their eyes, murmuring prayers.
Mu Qingtong didn't seem to intend to introduce this place to him, and Xia Feng didn't mind. He touched the electronic screen in the elevator a few times.
Information about the building popped up.
Xia Feng quickly browsed through and roughly understood.
Before joining the Lingge Building, Mu Qingtong had begun preparing the Bronze Fund, record companies, media companies, music education... She would soon integrate her resources, and the Mu Shen Group would likely be born.
Xia Feng keenly noticed that Mu Qingtong was involved in numerous industries, but they were all related to singing. She seemed dedicated to spreading her singing voice around the world.
This building was one of Mu Qingtong's assets, and almost everyone who came here to apply for a job was a fan of Mu Qingtong.
From the fact of non-stop overtime work even at one in the morning, it was evident these people were fanatic fans.
This level of devotion would make any capitalist cry with envy.
Absolutely terrifying.
Xia Feng gained a deeper understanding of the Mu Shen's influence across the entire Empire.
He even had reason to suspect that this place might also be a secret base of the Peach Organization.
Filled with many Peach Organization members.
Regrettably, he, the grand leader of the Peach Organization, knew nothing about it.
Soon, the elevator arrived at the top floor—the 200th floor.
The blonde woman bowed slightly to both of them, then the elevator doors closed, descending.
The 200th floor was an elegantly simple living area, complete with bedrooms, a swimming pool, a garden...
However, when Xia Feng stepped into the sumptuously classic living room, he heard a faint 'click' of locking behind him.
The walls around the vast living room had intricate Spiritual Patterns emerging, forming a strong cage that isolated the interior from the exterior space, possessing a defense so formidable that even someone from the Venerable Realm would be unable to break through.
Xia Feng stood still, listening to the woman's unhurried footsteps behind him, echoing softly in the silent enclosed space—"tap, tap."
As if the Death God was playing the prelude of a death-invoking symphony.
