Chapter 640: Chapter 296: Major Family Events III: Night of the Witch (Part 11)

Before her, in the corridor, the boy with blood-red eyes lay on the ground like a spider, scurrying over rapidly.

Watching this scene, the Lost Witch’s pupils contracted slightly. At this moment, night flooded in; the setting sun heavily plunged below the horizon, and the entire city was engulfed by darkness in an instant. All that remained in the world was a smear of residual red, but it was not the twilight’s afterglow. Rather, it was the trace of madness in the boy’s eyes.

It was as if… a red tide floated on the sea.

At this instant, the Lost Witch unexpectedly felt… a long-forgotten emotion.

And she, the one most familiar with all kinds of emotions, took a full second to realize the name of this unusual emotion she was experiencing…

That was:

—-“Fear”.

Yes, as a witch best at manipulating others’ emotions, and having lived a few hundred years, thinking herself numb to all emotions and detached, the Lost Witch now felt an unknown fear.

In a blink, the Lost Witch raised her hand. Since Nezha’s Heavenly Silk did not restrict her, even though the structure of this spiritual space was special, she could still exert some power. Hence, she created a barrier before herself, blocking the spider-like boy who was clambering towards her.

“What on earth is this…”

Behind a layer of the barrier, the Lost Witch stared blankly at the boy whose eyes were covered with bloodshot veins.

He seemed to embody the most chaotic, amalgamated, and violent of human emotions to date. It was more apt to say that this being could no longer be considered human but was a mere mix of negative emotions.

To describe it with painting, it would be like a tangled ball of yarn, a mess of lines. Yet there it was, taking a human form and staying in this spiritual space with a human shape–that was what she found most baffling.

The next moment, from the depths of boundless darkness, the Lost Witch felt a row of aligned gazes from the side.

It was like a multi-eyed spider suddenly opening all its eyes, lying stationary within the bushes and watching you intently.

The Lost Witch shuddered with goosebumps all over.

She suddenly turned her head, only to see silhouettes aligned by the windows of the classroom, regarding her with peripheral vision.

And Ke Mingye sat quietly in their midst, serene and stable, like a statue.

In the classroom, everyone was crowding around him, as if children naturally gathered around the head of a family.

Ke Mingye’s gaze was lowered, and he sat calmly on the desk, with the dying light of the sunset reflecting off his pale cheeks.

At that moment, on the corridor, the boy in patient garb leaning against the wall, who had been silently reading a book, suddenly flipped the pages, his fingers caressing the paper, making a rustling sound.

“Ke Mingye fears no one’s death,” he said softly amidst the sound of the pages.

“What do you mean?” the Lost Witch asked.

“It means that everyone who dies before him, everyone he once cared about, will ultimately return to him in another way, so he does not fear any form of death…” The boy paused, “…just like her.”

Saying that, his gaze traveled to the classroom interior, settling on Sisteruo’s side profile.

“I don’t understand,” the Lost Witch said.

“It means that Ke Mingye allows himself from his heart… to destroy everything, and then… it’s created.”

Like a machine devoid of emotion, the boy spoke with an even tone, then lifted his hand and pointed to the red-eyed “monster” crawling on the ground.

“So what?”

The Lost Witch asked.

“So… Ke Mingye won’t be constrained; rather, he could completely choose not to set any boundaries for himself.”

The boy spoke slowly.

“The day he gives up struggling, he will embrace the dulled emotion within him and very calmly… annihilate everyone in a matter-of-fact manner. Because he deeply believes… this place is the center of the world, everyone he cared about will eventually come back here, no one ever truly dies, they just return to where they are meant to be… In his eyes, this place isn’t a tomb, nor is it an alternative museum of memories, nor a cold storage keeping corpses, but some inevitable ‘end point’.”

After a short pause, he lifted his eyes from the book and glanced outside the window.

“In the end, this school building, even this welfare institute, this city, this world will be crammed with countless people, like a family. And he is the support pillar of this family… His spirit will not fall but will instead support the functioning of this world like a symbol, until death.”

The Lost Witch was silent for a moment, then raised her eyes to scan the personae in the classroom.

In the darkness, the Chrismas dress girl’s ice-blue eyes were fixed upon her; the eyes of the red-blue silhouette stared at her from behind a mask; behind the Divine Communicator’s ghost mask, a pair of black, empty eyes seemed to hover in mid-air, also facing her.

Separated by a window, their gazes were so serene.

As if… they were looking at a corpse.

When the Lost Witch’s gaze swept across the faces on the window and finally reached Sisteruo, the red-haired boy sitting in a wheelchair first looked slightly perplexed, then cunningly curled the corner of his lips, looking towards her with peripheral vision and gently waved his hand to her, supporting his cheek.