Chapter 107 Witch 11

After crouching in the big brother's arms for a moment, Xia Qi stabilized his heartbeat and gradually regulated his breathing.

"Earlier, it was my mistake; I shouldn't have abandoned you." Xia Qi lifted his head and looked at the big brother's partially exposed chin, softening his voice as he tentatively asked, "It's quite late, will you return with me?"

Knowing how important the big brother's corpse was, Xia Qi decided to soften his approach first and coax him up the mountain.

He knew that the guy in front of him was an expert at seeking trouble. If he continued to mess with him, they'd be stuck here all night.

Hearing this, the big brother lowered his head as if he was staring intently at him. His mouth, partially visible under the black cloth, curved into a mischievous smile. He said in a teasing tone, "I'll go back if you kiss me."

Xia Qi: "..."

Why does every dungeon always end up like this?

Xia Qi felt like he had really run into bad luck, always encountering the fiercest ghosts.

The most terrifying one was the boss from the last dungeon. The torment he endured back then was something he would never forget in this lifetime.

"You want me to kiss you again?" Xia Qi lifted his eyelids, and his gaze gradually turned sharp as he replied indifferently, "My waist injury has only gotten a little better, but my legs and arms still hurt a lot. Do you know why that is?"

Hearing this, the big brother was briefly stunned, but he quickly recovered, deliberately softening his voice as he asked with concern, "When did you get injured? I'll massage you later... Also, it's getting late, let's head back."

Xia Qi pursed his lips; he knew the big brother would feel guilty.

Before Xia Qi could say anything, the big brother eagerly wrapped his arms around him and leaped upwards, holding him in a princess carry.

A brief rush of air reached their ears as the surroundings changed. Xia Qi realized they had returned to the upper slope.

"Vice chief, why has Xia Qi gone silent? Should we go look for him?" Not far away, Cha Gong was persuading the vice chief to search for Xia Qi. They had been waiting for a long time, but Xia Qi hadn't returned. Cha Gong was worried that Xia Qi had either fallen down or been captured by someone.

Xia Qi looked at the group of players in the distance, surprised to see that they were already not far from them, a testament to the big brother's speed.

However, he was still being held in a princess carry by the big brother. Xia Qi felt his cheeks heat up again and quickly raised his hand to push against the big brother's shoulder, whispering, "Put me down now."

"Ah Qi, aren't your legs still hurting?" The big brother suddenly lowered his head and rubbed his chin against Xia Qi's forehead. His usually wavering voice suddenly became smug, with a hint of mischief.

Xia Qi instinctively felt something was off. He abruptly looked up and realized that though he was talking to me, his face was still turned toward Cha Gong.

Although the big brother's eyes were covered by the black cloth, Xia Qi could sense that he was looking at Cha Gong, and his gaze was unfriendly.

Xia Qi glanced at the others, tapped the big brother's shoulder, and began to struggle. "Put me down."

"Alright." The big brother sighed silently and gently set him down.

He didn't mind other people's gazes, but he didn't want to force Xia Qi.

After all, Xia Qi still had a long life ahead of him in the human world, and he would care about what others thought.

Once Xia Qi was on the ground, the big brother naturally took his right hand and leaned down to kiss the back of his hand, speaking in a low, tender voice, "My Ah Qi, you don't need to care what others think, nor do you need to worry about their feelings and wrong yourself. You deserve the best of everything."

Including myself.

After saying that, the big brother let go of Xia Qi's hand and slowly straightened up.

A gentle breeze blew through the woods, lifting the yellow talisman tied around the big brother's neck and revealing a part of his black cloth. Xia Qi could vaguely see his sharp, chiseled features and his high nose bridge.

Although the big brother's tone was gentle, his expression was very serious, with no hint of teasing.

Xia Qi didn't fully understand the meaning behind his words, but he inexplicably sensed a feeling of familiarity.

The two of them silently looked at each other for a moment, before Xia Qi took the initiative to speak. "Are you the Witch God?"

"A Qi, what do you think?" the big brother tilted his head and replied with a question.

"Let's go." After a moment of silence, Xia Qi shook his hand and urged him to walk with him.

The Witch God not carrying him out into the open was already a huge concession, so Xia Qi took the lead and pulled him along.

The Witch God allowed Xia Qi to pull him, the arc of his smile growing larger.

When they were only three meters away from the crowd, the Witch God pulled Xia Qi to the right, bypassing in the direction of Cha Gong.

"A Qi, you're finally back!" The vice chief, excited as if he had seen a hero, ran towards Xia Qi.

Excitedly rushing towards Xia Qi, the vice chief, upon getting closer and seeing who Xia Qi was pulling, gasped in shock, nearly stumbling and falling flat.

"How, how is this possible?! How is he standing and walking?!" The vice chief stared in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.

Seeing this, Xia Qi pressed his lips together, wondering if he told the vice chief that the big brother was the Witch God, would he be too scared to get up?

Turning his head to look at the Witch God, Xia Qi intended to ask for his opinion.

Facing Xia Qi's inquisitive gaze, the Witch God suddenly pretended to be dead, standing silently by his side like an ordinary corpse.

Thinking it through, and considering the uncertain situation and the possibility of spies among the players, Xia Qi decided to keep the Witch God's identity a secret for now.

With forced bravery, Xia Qi answered, "He... I used the spell you taught me, and he followed me here."

"Oh, oh." The vice chief, helped up by the other players, carefully observed the Witch God before looking back at Xia Qi, muttering in a low voice, "A Qi, the fact that you can control a corpse with your words... You truly are the hope of our clan!"

Xia Qi awkwardly smiled, guiltily accepting the vice chief's praise.

The problem was, this was not an ordinary corpse...

Xia Qi pulled the Witch God towards the crowd of zombie-possessed individuals. Just then, Cha Gong suddenly blocked their path, glaring resentfully at the Witch God as he gritted his teeth and said, "Xia Qi, this corpse is strange, don't pull him along!"

"He's my brother under my responsibility, it’s none of your business." Xia Qi didn't even bother to reason with him, lifted his foot to walk forward, and casually shook the soul-summoning bell in his hand, making the zombie-possessed individuals clear the path ahead.

Seeing that Xia Qi wasn't listening and had left him behind, Cha Gong's face flushed red. He looked down at the intertwined hands of Xia Qi and the Witch God, feeling a sharp pain in his heart.

Suddenly, Cha Gong had a sudden realization, recalling the words Young Master Lin had sent him after he crawled out of the hell of reincarnation.

"Young Master's enemy has appeared, you are no longer useful." The assassin kicked him off the steps at the gate of hell, sneering at him, "You useless waste! Look at what you've done with the task Young Master entrusted you with! And you dare to hide such an important matter from him?!"

"For three years, we’ve been helping you strategize, even used forbidden drugs, but why hasn’t Xia Qi fallen in love with you yet?"

"What good is it that Xia Qi agreed to be your boyfriend when, in his eyes, you’re nothing?!"

Watching Xia Qi and the Witch God walk hand in hand, leaning on each other, Cha Gong's eyes turned bloodshot with jealousy, something he had always dreamed of doing with Xia Qi.

A bitter, sour taste rose in Cha Gong’s mouth, so painful that he almost cried.

It was one thing that Xia Qi didn’t love him, but why did he fall in love with a monstrous creature that means nothing?!

"Xia Qi, listen to me, he's a monster, he'll hurt you! Even if he doesn’t hurt you now, he’ll end up killing you one day!" Cha Gong chased after Xia Qi, his face flushed red, rambling on.

As soon as Cha Gong finished speaking, the man walking next to Xia Qi suddenly stopped.

This man, completely wrapped in black cloth, turned his head and glanced in Cha Gong’s direction.

Although the upper half of the man's face was covered with black cloth, revealing only his lower jaw and lips, Cha Gong shuddered under his gaze, feeling as if a terrifying evil spirit was locking onto him.

Cha Gong trembled all over, feeling as if he had plunged into an ice cellar.

Seeing Cha Gong's fearful physical reaction, the man curved his lips. Although his expression seemed to be smiling, his smile revealed sarcasm, eeriness, and cunning, making people feel uneasy.

After just a moment of eye contact, Cha Gong began to feel guilty, as if he were being seen through.

"I know your secret," a low, cold laugh reverberated in Cha Gong's mind, the man's sinister voice mixed with strange electrical currents, like a terrifying evil spirit from the underworld. He spoke slowly, word by word, "Do you know why I haven't killed you?"

"N-no... No! What do you know?" Cha Gong said fearfully, his mouth opening involuntarily as he stared at the tall man in front of him.

"Because I want you to witness it with your own eyes..."

The man's voice was filled with malicious amusement and a sense of revenge, like the toll of a funeral bell. Cha Gong felt his knees go weak as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He stood there, pale-faced, not daring to move a muscle.

Suddenly, Xia Qi stopped and looked back at the Witch God beside him.

"What, not moving again?" Xia Qi shook the Witch God's arm, wondering what trance the Witch God was in.

The Witch God slowly turned his head, his smile softening.

Unsure of the Witch God's next move, Xia Qi helplessly shook his head and continued pulling him along. Just then, they passed by a bend, and the others had already rounded the corner.

Taking advantage of the moment when no one was around, the Witch God suddenly pulled Xia Qi into his arms.

Before Xia Qi could protest, the Witch God used his other hand to lift Xia Qi's chin and pressed his lips against Xia Qi's.

Xia Qi's eyes widened in shock, and he raised his hand to push him away, but the Witch God held him tightly in his arms.

With people still nearby, the Witch God was making such a bold move, acting without restraint!

"Y-y-you... You... You two!"

Watching Xia Qi and the Witch God with their heads close, kissing openly in broad daylight, Cha Gong felt utterly shattered.

He trembled as he raised his right hand, pointing at the two of them, both shocked and furious, wanting to yell but not knowing what to say.

A thousand words condensed into a single expletive, "Damn it!" Cha Gong angrily stomped his foot and, as if riding the wind and fire wheels, ran past the two and disappeared down the mountain path.

Once Cha Gong had completely vanished from sight, Xia Qi finally pushed the Witch God away.

The Witch God licked his lips, his voice filled with amusement, "The annoying trash is finally gone."

Xia Qi gave him a sidelong glance and shook off his hand, heading towards the crowd.

The Witch God, always knowing when to retreat, seeing that Xia Qi was a bit angry, chased after him again, trying to interlock his fingers with Xia Qi's as they walked, attempting to hold hands again.

Xia Qi slapped his hand away, not allowing him to continue touching him.

Persistently, the Witch God kept trying to interlock his fingers with Xia Qi's, and after about ten minutes of effort, taking advantage of the rugged mountain path, he finally clasped Xia Qi's hand in his.

Xia Qi still refused to look back, not wanting to see the mischievous smile on his face.

The group hurried along the mountain path for about two hours, enduring numerous difficulties and dangers, and finally returned to the entrance of the ancient village at the top of Tianxing Mountain.

At the entrance of the ancient village, under the somewhat dilapidated archway, a group of villagers awaited them. The villagers held torches and bowls of rice wine, craning their necks to look down the mountain road.

Some female villagers waved colorful ribbons, singing and dancing on both sides of the path, welcoming them like honored guests.

The old priestess stood at the forefront. As the returning crowd approached, she leaned on her staff and approached them.

Her eyes welled up with tears, and her loving gaze swept over the bouncing zombie chains. Her voice choking, she said, "Children, you have finally come home, but sadly, your parents are no longer with us."

Whether it was an illusion or not, Xia Qi felt that the zombie chains' backs were trembling slightly.

After greeting the zombie chains, the old priestess greeted the deputy chief and the players individually. "Boys, you've worked hard..."

As she spoke, her gaze moved to the back of the crowd and settled on Xia Qi. Her eyes accidentally fell on the tall man standing beside Xia Qi.

Although the man was dressed in black corpse attire, the old priestess could see the witch power emanating from his body. The witch power was like a blazing flame, enveloping both the man and Xia Qi completely.

With a loud thud, the old priestess recognized the visitor and collapsed to her knees in fear.

Xia Qi asked, "What exactly is witch power?"

The author replied, "Given what someone has done to you, I suspect it might be... dirty power?"