Chapter 637: Chapter 295: Major Family Events III: Night of the Witch (Part 10)_2

“…Is it you?” he murmured hoarsely.

The next moment, a cold and clear notification sounded beside Ke Mingye’s ear.

[Passive Skill “Infinite Split” has been triggered.]

[Reminder 1: A new personality – “Ghost Mask Divine Communicator” – has been generated in your mind.]

[Reminder 2: A combative personality – “Sisteruo (Gastella)” – has been generated in your mind.]

[Beginning to calculate skill effects – every time a new personality is derived, you will receive a bonus in “Spiritual Power” corresponding to the “strength of the personality” – the stronger the personality, the more “Spiritual Attribute” provided…]

[Based on the generated personalities “Ghost Mask Divine Communicator” (providing 2 points of Spiritual Attribute) and “Sisteruo” (providing 2 points of Spiritual Attribute), you will receive a total of 4 points of “Spiritual Power”.]

[Excluding the temporary numerical changes brought by the “Chosen One” enhancement, your ‘original’ “Spiritual Power” has changed: 237 points – 241 points (|4 points).]

Watching Lan Ou, who was kneeling on the ground with gentle convulsions, the Lost Witch squatted down, gently raised her finger, and touched his mask.

“I’m really curious… Let me see what your spiritual world is like, it must be more interesting than that Qing Ya.”

With that, the Lost Witch closed her eyes, a smile on her lips, and entered Ke Mingye’s spiritual world.

When she came to her senses and lifted her eyelids, what came into view was an empty classroom. At sunset, the evening breeze gently moved the curtains. Hanging at the classroom door was a sign that said “Rong’s Orphanage Preschool Class 1.”

The Lost Witch looked up at the blackboard again.

To the left of the blackboard:

—- Written with crooked chalk were “Homeroom teacher: Strange Thing,” “Chinese Literature Classroom: Strange Thing,” “Modern Knowledge Teacher: Strange Thing,” “Discipline Committee Member: Xiaohongmao.”

To the right of the blackboard:

—- Also with crooked chalk was recorded “October 30, students who fell asleep in class: Nezha; Today’s outstanding student representative: Xiaohongmao,” “October 31, students who fell asleep in class: Nezha, Kobe, Lan Ou, Xiaohongmao; Today’s outstanding school representative: none; Teacher Strange Thing is very disappointed, so he decided to take a day off today, and everyone can watch fireworks in the corridor.”

In the middle of the blackboard:

—- In blood-colored chalk was written “Today, two transfer students will enter ‘Rong’s Orphanage Preschool Class 1,’ and an education inspector from ‘Teaching Bureau’ will come to check on the class situation, please everyone be ready to warmly welcome them —- Your beloved, cute, respectable, interesting, omnipotent, irresistible Teacher Strange Thing.”

Scanning these words from left to right, the Lost Witch slightly raised an eyebrow.

“An education inspector from ‘Teaching Bureau,’ is it referring to me?”

She thought to herself, and drawing her finger across her lips, seemed to contemplate the chaos of Mr. Lan Ou’s spiritual world.

Just then, the orange twilight light brushed into the classroom, and suddenly, a figure appeared in the empty classroom.

The Lost Witch looked up and saw a young man sitting in the first row, very close to the teacher’s desk. His figure seemed wilted, like a kite with a broken string, slumping over the desk, pitiable.

The Lost Witch walked over, and saw Ke Mingye lying listlessly on the desk, looking sideways at the sunset outside the window.

She raised her hand, gently touching the young man’s cheek, “Oh… our innocent Mr. Lan Ou, turns out to be just a little boy. I’m starting to feel guilty, what kind of sound will you make when I torment you to death?”

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from the window ledge near the playground:

“Evil beast.”

Hearing the voice, the Lost Witch instantly turned her head to look. She saw a young man sitting on the window ledge with his hair tied high, looking down with an indifferent gaze, holding a long spear in his arms, the spear tip flickering with fire.

“Nezha?”

Seeing him, the Lost Witch slightly raised an eyebrow; she had heard of this name.

“Take your dirty hands off his face,” Nezha said coldly.

The next moment, red Heavenly Silk weaved through the air and swiftly ensnared her. In just an instant, her body was tightly bound by the Heavenly Silk, hanging like a mummy from the ceiling.

Then, Ke Mingye, who had been lying on the desk, seemed to suddenly come to his senses, slowly rising from the desk.

He turned his neck, looked at her out of the corner of his eye, and then looked away, propping his legs up on the desk. Leaning back on the table behind, he picked up a textbook and looked down at it, speaking carelessly.

“I thought you wouldn’t fall for this trap.”

“A trap? You’re too full of yourself.”

The Lost Witch, suspended mid-air by the red silk, looked at his back and laughed dismissively, as if she was playing with a child.

But the next moment, her expression suddenly froze.

She intended to use her magic power to distort the spiritual space before her, but to her astonishment, she found she couldn’t exert an iota of magic power; the space was as fixed and immovable as a towering pillar.

The Lost Witch was stunned, then glanced sideways at Nezha, “…his doing?”

While she was thinking, a “Ding-ling-ling” sound reached her ears.

As the clear and pleasant bell for class rang through the school building, noisy voices came from all around the classroom.

Following that, figures appeared in the empty seats, one after another.