I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

Under Gong Changyi's teasing and distraction, Little Xiafeng still couldn't ask what he wanted to say.

But Xia Feng knew what he had wanted to ask at that time.

Back then, he had heard some rumors—the servants are the nourishment of the masters, and eventually, the masters have to kill their own servants.

He was somewhat afraid and puzzled inside, so he wanted to ask Gong Changyi.

But in the end, he gave up.

Soon, the flow of time accelerated once again, with the woman in black sitting at a desk, the surrounding scenes changing rapidly like illusions, as if the movie's footage had been sped up by a hundred thousand times.

"This should be the positive application of the Nightmare Disaster's ability," the woman in black explained indifferently, looking around. "Normally, the flow of time in the Memory World progresses at a steady pace, no different from the real world. But in your case, with missing memories, the flow of time becomes very unstable, accelerating towards the point in time before your memory loss to help you recall the memories you've lost."

As the woman in black finished speaking, Xia Feng felt the illusory scenes around him slow down, and the picture moved directly to half a year later.

"Bang bang bang—"

Inside the classroom, desks and chairs overturned, Little Xiafeng was entangled in a fight with a ten-year-old boy, his face flushed and growling like a young lion, "Give me back my diary!"

The ten-year-old boy sneered and threw the blue diary towards the crowd behind him, which was caught by a blond boy.

The blond boy opened it and mockingly read aloud, "Today, Sister Yi gave me a Dino Super Man toy, I'm so happy, I like Sister Yi the most—"

"Bang!" A fist swung over, and the blond boy's voice cut off abruptly as he stumbled backward and hit his head against the blackboard.

He winced in pain, covering his swollen right cheek, as his tall figure of one meter fifty angrily glared at Little Xiafeng.

"Ignorant fool." He bared his teeth and gestured to several lackeys behind him, and they gathered around to approach.

The children living in Liu Mansion still had to attend class for half a day, but they were only taught the basics of literacy and Star God Studies, and then they needed to undergo a psychological test once a month, and that was it.

At this time, there were about thirty students in the classroom, all of whom watched the chaos by the podium with fear, as four boys were about to gang up on one boy.

However, to everyone's surprise, the boy with short arms picked up two desks and started to smash them around, instantly changing the faces of the four boys who had mockingly advanced; they all retreated, trying to escape.

But Little Xiafeng seemed incredibly strong as he lifted the desks and threw them, knocking the four boys to the ground, who screamed in pain, clutching their groins, "Damn, my balls!!"

Little Xiafeng paused, standing still and looking down at his hands. Was he really that powerful?

In a daze while pondering, he sensed someone behind him and turned to look. A girl in a pristine white dress stood at the door, calmly and gently observing the scene in the classroom.

Little Xiafeng felt a bit relieved and indignantly said, "Sister Yi, these four bastards stole my diary."

"Little Feng, I dislike brothers who curse, it's rude," the woman in the white dress chided, ruffling his hair.

"Okay, alright...." Little Xiafeng looked towards the four still rolling in pain on the ground, bloodied and with some clutching their groins, clearly having suffered irreversible serious injuries.

Seeing this, he felt a twinge of anxiety, "Sister Yi, did I go too far?"

"Little Feng, do you remember what I told you? An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. You did well today."

The girl in the white dress gently smiled, "These four ignorant brats keep looking at me with vulgar eyes, extremely disgusting. It's just too bad, you didn't manage to smash their brains. Why can't they just die?"

Little Xiafeng's mouth hung open, but he dared not say more, only mumbling softly, "Sister... Sister Yi, didn't you say not to curse...."

The girl in the white dress playfully blinked but didn't answer, instead, asking gently,

"Little Feng, do you know what the essence of life is?"

"Huh?" Little Xiafeng was puzzled and didn't quite understand the question.

"The essence of life is constant loss, everything is ultimately empty. Since they are going to lose those body parts sooner or later, Little Feng, you're just hastening the process for them."

"Ah... is, is that so?"

"Yes, so Little Feng, go ahead." The girl in the white dress handed Xia Feng a fruit knife and whispered, "Kill them, end their suffering early."

Ah? Little Xiafeng was baffled again, surely it hadn't escalated to the point of murder yet?

He looked up cautiously and said, "But... you're not allowed to kill people in the mansion..."

"It's okay, Sister Yi has enough points."

Liu Mansion did not permit murder, but if you had a massive amount of points, you could exchange them for a one-time exemption from punishment for killing.

As for these so-called points, they were the currency within Liu Mansion and could be earned through examination scores, Spiritual Artifact tests, and monthly psychological tests.

The psychological tests were the primary means of earning points, and it was said that the higher your score in these tests, the more points you received.

In any case, Little Xiafeng's scores in psychological tests were always at the bottom, so naturally, he earned very few points.

But Sister Yi seemed to score high every time.

Xia Feng silently observed the scene unfolding before him. In the end, Little Xiafeng did not go through with helping those four boys end their life of suffering early. Those four boys, scared by the conversation, ran away in terror.

However, Xia Feng was able to make a rough guess from these memory images that Gong Changyi had always been deliberately guiding his values and thought patterns to align with hers.

This was perhaps what the mansion rules referred to as "Dual Palace Thought Resonance."

Time then sped by again.

A few days later, those four boys who often bullied Little Xiafeng accidentally fell down the stairs and broke their legs, ending up in the infirmary.

Sister Yi lamented that evildoers eventually meet their karma and that those who commit wrongdoing never have a good ending.

But Little Xiafeng actually knew it wasn't that simple.

Because that day, he had overheard a conversation between a girl in a white dress and two new children.

"Everyone will die, and since everyone will die, what is there to fear? Release your nature, follow your inner thoughts, do whatever you want! Teach those four a lesson."

Two new children in Liu Mansion had been bullied as well, but somehow, after just a few words from the girl, they suddenly grew bold and confronted those four boys.

Xia Feng later learned that Sister Yi was not as gentle, cute, and soft as she seemed...

In fact, before he had joined Liu Mansion, Sister Yi had already become the secret leader there, and no one dared to provoke her.

Whenever new students entered Liu Mansion, she would send a few boys who appeared easy to bully but had a lot of points, or pretty girls, to loiter around the newcomers.

Whichever new students couldn't resist bullying the bait she set out would be very fortunate—they would become her new prey.

It was hard to imagine that such a beautiful girl, like the moonlight, could be so wicked behind the scenes.

"So, she isn't trying to punish evil and promote good. She's just doing it for fun."

The woman in the black dress stood in front of the girl in the white dress, quietly staring at the girl with a gentle demeanor and chuckled, "Mr. Xia, this Sister Yi of yours is quite interesting."

"...?" Xia Feng was speechless, covered in mental sweat. Interesting? Please don't develop a mutual fondness for each other, or the world might really end.

"Mr. Xia, have you noticed? When she incites others, she only says a few words, sometimes barely persuasive, yet she has never once failed to incite someone. She always succeeds 100%."

Mu Qingtong pondered, "This must be the ability of her Spiritual Artifact."

Hearing this, Xia Feng couldn't help but recall how he had casually picked up a desk in the classroom earlier, and it felt as light as paper, not something an eight-year-old child should be able to manage.

Clearly, the lightened desk was likely also Gong Changyi's doing.

So, the desk becoming lighter, 100% successful incitement... What is the principle behind the Spiritual Artifact that could have such an effect? Xia Feng fell deep into thought.