Chapter 117 Witch 21

Xia Qi walked towards the three skeletons that were being "roasted."

He raised his shaman staff, hesitating as he moved it over the heads of the three skeletons, unsure of where to begin.

"Shaman Priest, you can try whatever you wish," said one of the skeletons, lifting its head and gazing at him with its hollow eye sockets. It spoke calmly, "We're already dead, so there's not much more that can happen to us."

Xia Qi felt a bit helpless but nodded. "Alright."

At that moment, the Witch God leaned against the cave wall, his arms crossed, watching Xia Qi interact with the skeletons with a smile.

He chose to remain silent, wanting Xia Qi to explore and figure things out on his own. He found that Xia Qi's focused and studious expression was different from his usual aloof demeanor—there was a certain innocent clumsiness that made him look quite endearing.

Because of this, the Witch God had no intention of intervening, and he was more than happy to watch Xia Qi a little longer.

"I'm starting now," Xia Qi said, taking a deep breath. He held the shaman staff and gestured over the skeleton's skull for a moment before lightly tapping it.

"Dong, dong, dong."

As soon as he tapped the skull, a few green stars landed on the skeleton's head. After that, the skull began to emit a dazzling green light. As the light grew brighter, hair started to grow on the skeleton's head, curling and twisting oddly.

However, the hair wasn't like normal hair—it was yellowish, like wild grass growing along the roadside. It grew wildly until the green light disappeared, and the hair stopped growing.

Seeing the wild, grass-like hair, Xia Qi quickly withdrew his shaman staff and apologized, "Sorry, this hair... isn't very flattering."

He still couldn't control his witch power well. He had applied too much in some areas and too little in others, causing the skeleton's hair to grow unevenly and look messy.

The skeleton raised its bony hand, touched its new hairstyle, and giggled, "Shaman Priest, you did a wonderful job on my hair!"

"Shaman Priest, I want hair like this too!" Another skeleton came over and even pressed its head to Xia Qi's shaman staff.

"Alright," Xia Qi said nervously, tightening his grip on his shaman staff. This time, he was determined to give the skeleton a proper hairstyle.

However, he ended up using too much force, and the second skeleton ended up with a wild afro.

"Shaman Priest, his hair looks better than mine! I want hair like that too!" The skeleton with unruly hair complained.

Xia Qi twitched at the corner of his lips. Why did the skeletons have such strange aesthetics?

Watching the two skeletons arguing over their hair, Xia Qi felt an immense headache coming on.

He looked at the third skeleton and grit his teeth. "This time, I won't fail."

The third skeleton thrust its head forward, excitedly saying, "Come on! Shaman Priest, I want a head that's longer, messier, and yellower than theirs!"

Xia Qi was speechless.

The skeletons were really putting him under a lot of pressure.

Xia Qi took a deep breath and once again raised his shaman staff, channeling witch power into it as he directed it towards the third skeleton's head.

The green witch power flowed down from the top of the staff, and this time, under his control, not only did the skeleton grow sleek, shiny hair, but its scalp also began to form, followed by a face. As the witch power continued to flow, the upper body of the skeleton began to regenerate.

By the time the skeleton had fully restored its human form, Xia Qi let out a sigh of relief and slowly withdrew his witch power.

After putting on some clothes, the third skeleton, now fully human, touched his face and arms, confirming that he had indeed become human again. He immediately burst into tears of joy and thanked Xia Qi profusely, "Thank you, Shaman Priest, for giving me life again!"

"Shaman Priest, we want to become human too!" The skeletons with the wild hair and the afro rushed over, excitedly screaming, "Shaman Priest, can you make us as handsome as you?"

"Uh..." Xia Qi paused. After being a hairstylist, these skeletons now wanted him to be a plastic surgeon?!

Unfortunately, he could only control his witch power but couldn't control what the skeletons would look like.

"I'm very sorry, but I can only transform you all into humans," Xia Qi pondered the effect of his witch power for a moment before explaining to the skeletons.

"It's alright, Shaman Priest, no need to apologize. We were being too greedy," the skeletons quickly waved their skeletal hands.

Being able to become human was already a blessing from the heavens. Upon learning that Xia Qi couldn't control their appearance, the skeletons stopped making requests.

After Xia Qi turned the skeletons into humans one by one, the three skeletons packed up their barbecue items and headed down the mountain together to join the battle.

Before leaving Yan Hui Cave, the Witch God approached Xia Qi, lowered his head, and gently rubbed his face against Xia Qi's. He praised him softly, "A Qi, you're really amazing."

Xia Qi touched his own face, feeling his face heat up. He replied modestly, "I have you to thank for giving me this power."

His appearance of modesty was exceptionally handsome.

The Witch God couldn't resist leaning in, one arm wrapping around Xia Qi's waist, pulling him into his embrace. As Xia Qi came closer, the Witch God lightly brushed his lips against Xia Qi's cheek, teasing him lightly, "Do you still want more?"

Xia Qi grabbed his hand and pulled the offending hand away from his waist, turning his head away as he urged, "We... we need to head down the mountain now."

Xia Qi felt like he was worrying unnecessarily. With the battle already underway at the foot of Tianxing Mountain, the Witch God, a deity revered by everyone in the ancient village, was still full of impure thoughts. If the villagers knew he was like this, they would probably regret the sacrifices they had offered.

"Alright, we can continue when we return," the Witch God said, his eyes dark with desire as he reluctantly lowered his hand.

It was unavoidable. As long as Xia Qi stood next to him, he was like a sweet, delicious pastry, constantly tempting him.

Unable to bear his gaze that felt as if he were being consumed, Xia Qi quickly raised his hand and buttoned his collar all the way to his throat, watching him warily.

After securing his clothes, Xia Qi noticed the Witch God's throat bobbed, and his gaze became even more unrestrained.

"Don't look!" Xia Qi was puzzled. He was wrapped up tightly, but still felt as if he had been stripped bare.

"Let's go, let's go," Xia Qi really couldn't stand being alone with him in the cave and hurriedly pulled him out.

As they reached the mountainside, they heard continuous explosions and the shouts of combat in the distance.

Xia Qi hurried to the stone-built wall.

Below the wall, in the ruins, lay a row of corpses. A guard was wiping away his tears, crying loudly next to the dead bodies.

"We barely managed to survive, so why are you dead again?" The guard pounded the ground next to the corpse and cried out.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Xia Qi looked towards the guard. The guard had a square face and didn't appear to be a native villager, yet he wore villagers' clothes. As Xia Qi got closer, he realized this guard was actually one of the three brothers who had been revived with a human body the day before!

Xia Qi then moved to a row of corpses and noticed that each body had various mutilations. One corpse was missing half of its body.

"This... he's already died twice. Can I still resurrect him?" Xia Qi recognized one of the three brothers' corpses and asked the Witch God.

"Of course you can," the Witch God affirmed confidently.

Xia Qi explained a few things to the guard, then knelt down and began to perform a ritual on the body of one of the three brothers.

The corpse before him emitted a faint green glow, and after a moment, the body opened its eyes and rose from the ground, staring vacantly at Xia Qi.

"He's alive! Alive! A Lan actually came back to life!" The guard exclaimed in shock.

Upon receiving the message, the other guards gathered around. Seeing Xia Qi actually resurrect the corpse, they let out excited cheers, "The Shaman Priest has inherited the witch power! Our village is saved!"

"The Witch God has manifested! The Shaman Priest has manifested!" The guards shouted excitedly on the wall, spreading the news.

"Thank you, Shaman Priest, for saving my life!" The revived guard was so moved that tears streamed down his face as he immediately started kowtowing to Xia Qi.

Xia Qi uncomfortably blinked and then pulled the revived guard to his feet, saying, "Quick, go and fight. Don't waste your time on me."

"Yes, yes, yes! The Shaman Priest is right!" The revived guard quickly straightened his body and waved at the others. "Who’s willing to go with me to kill the lackeys of the court?"

"I will!"

"I will!"

The revived guard, who seemed to be a low-ranking leader, after gathering a group of guards, shouted to everyone again, "Don’t be afraid of death, everyone! With the Shaman Priest here, we can fight again even if we die, let’s crush them!!!"

Before Xia Qi could finish reviving the remaining corpses, the guard leader led a large group of people away.

After the crowd dispersed, Xia Qi shook his head helplessly and began to revive the corpses on the ground again.

Buoyed by his earlier success, he moved swiftly and fluidly, reviving the corpses one by one.

After reviving all the corpses, Xia Qi looked for more corpses nearby. Once all the corpses present were revived, the Witch God grabbed his hand and asked softly, "A Qi, are you tired? Do you want to rest for a while?"

Xia Qi wiped the sweat from his forehead and shook his head. "It's nothing, I'm not tired."

Although his body was a bit tired, thanks to the witch power transferred to him by the Witch God, his spirit was actually in a state of excitement.

After checking all the guards, Xia Qi went up to the wall.

A red dawn sun slowly rose in the east, illuminating the forest on the mountainside. The ancient village's guards and soldiers were fighting fiercely, with players interspersed, throwing items at each other.

Xia Qi looked closely but couldn’t see Zhang Yun or Cha Gong.

He held the Witch God's hand and jumped down from the wall, intending to search for the corpses of the ancient village soldiers. As he made his way through the smoke, Xia Qi knocked out a soldier who had tried to ambush him.

As he walked, Xia Qi suddenly realized something was amiss.

"Why are there no bodies of the villagers?" Xia Qi scanned the area but couldn’t find a single body of the village people, which left him with no outlet for his witch power.

"The Taoist priests are behind this," the Witch God, with his broader vision, had already spotted the Taoist priests' formation not far away.

He put his arm around Xia Qi's waist and lifted him into the air.

The Witch God leaped with him from branch to branch. Soon, they reached the vicinity of a hidden trench.

After landing, they steadied on a thick branch of a large tree.

"Clear the way, clear the way!" shouted the soldiers below.

At that moment, groups of soldiers passed by, carrying the villagers' corpses toward the trench.

Xia Qi parted the branches in front of him and looked into the trench.

Inside the trench, seven Taoist priests in yellow robes sat in seven positions, surrounding a yellow Tai Chi formation. Each held a brightly colored banner.

Two soldiers then carried a corpse inside and placed it onto the Tai Chi formation.

The Taoist priests waved their banners and chanted incantations. As the priests cast their spells, the Tai Chi formation emitted a red glow, and within seconds, the corpse in the center of the formation burst into flames, turning to ash in mere moments, leaving nothing for Xia Qi.

"They burned my corpse!"

Upon seeing this, Xia Qi was instantly filled with rage. He had thought he could continuously resurrect the villagers, but he hadn’t expected Zhang Yun to have already devised a countermeasure, burning all the corpses that were originally his!

What a treacherous lackey of the Lin family, Zhang Yun, to exploit his weakness like this!

Xia Qi ground his back teeth, seething with hatred. The government's army outnumbered them, and if the battle remained deadlocked, his forces would dwindle, and Tianxing Mountain would eventually fall.

"We must end this fight as soon as possible," Xia Qi took a deep breath and calmly assessed, "Once they bring the cannons up the mountain, we’ll be finished."

"Agreed," the Witch God nodded approvingly and gave him an approving look, "I'll go destroy the formation. Wait here for me."

As soon as the Witch God finished speaking, Xia Qi blinked, and immediately, the Witch God had vanished from his side.

Looking down again, Xia Qi saw the Witch God appear behind a Taoist priest. Before the priest could even scream, his head was crushed, exploding like a red firework in the sky, leaving a pool of blood on the ground.

Xia Qi hadn’t even seen the Witch God move. By the time he blinked again, another Taoist priest’s head had burst like a firework.

How brutal… Xia Qi couldn’t help but feel a chill down his spine.

Just then, he suddenly heard the rustling sound of wind.

"Boom!"

Xia Qi dodged to the side, leaping onto another branch. After grabbing the tree trunk to steady himself, he spun around and shouted at the person who had been sneaking up behind him, "Zhang Yun!"

"Xia Qi, I’ve finally found you." Zhang Yun, leaning against the tree, raised a silver handgun in his other hand, blowing on the dark muzzle as he looked at Xia Qi provocatively, "Do you remember this gun?"

Xia Qi’s pupils shrank.

Zhang Yun, actually recognized him?

"This is the Aleta 92F, your favorite gun. The polytetrafluoroethylene coating on the gun makes it non-reflective and corrosion-resistant, perfectly suited to your low-key nature." Zhang Yun smiled and put the gun away, "In this dungeon, as a sign of respect for you, I’ll switch to a game prop to fight you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a blue horn appeared in Zhang Yun’s hand. He pressed hard on the horn with his right hand, and it released a familiar yet distorted scream towards Xia Qi.

"Zzzzzzrrrt——"

The scream was especially piercing, resembling the sound from a neighborhood selling rat poison, and it was even more terrifying than a female ghost’s wail. Xia Qi’s head felt like it was being stabbed by needles, and he swayed, nearly falling off the tree.

What kind of bizarre item was this, capable of sonic attacks?!

"The 'Sonic Horn' is an S-grade prop that can lock onto you. There’s no escape!" Seeing Xia Qi’s pale face and his swaying figure, Zhang Yun laughed loudly and pressed the horn again.

"You…" Xia Qi’s right hand trembled as he raised his shaman staff and shot forth a green light towards Zhang Yun.

As an overpowered player who had designed this dungeon, Zhang Yun had exceptional physical abilities. He tilted his head slightly to avoid the green light.

The green light just barely grazed his scalp as it flew past. Zhang Yun’s lips curled into a sneer as he mocked mercilessly, "Xia Qi, you’ve regressed."

After his taunt, Zhang Yun raised the horn in his hand and shouted confidently at Xia Qi, "Let me show you the real power of an S-grade prop!"

He pressed the horn again, and after the female ghost scream, the sound transformed into a powerful male voice, with an overwhelming presence:

"Zhejiang X-state, Zhejiang X-state, Jiangnan Leather Factory has gone bankrupt!"

"The bastard Green Crane owner wasted his money on gambling and drinking!"

"He owes 350 million and has run off with his sister-in-law!"

Xia Qi: "…"

Feeling the thunderous and numbing wave attack, Xia Qi shuddered and almost fell off the tree again.

He finally understood why this item was an S-grade item.

Fortunately, he had been through countless strange games, and his heart had long since hardened like iron. Facing this shocking audio attack, he was still able to forcefully muster his spirit, raise his Shaman Staff, and continued to exchange blows with Zhang Yun.

Author: Boreluo has something to say: I should be able to finish this dungeon tomorrow, just barely.

Someone: Do you know why I don’t like checking the time?

Xia Qi: Why…?

Someone: Three minutes—the shame of my life.

Xia Qi: ……