Her destiny stolen? The Divine Witch Ancestor has returned!

The weather in coastal cities is always unpredictable; one moment the sky is clear and blue, and the next it's overcast.

The rumbling thunder urged pedestrians on the road to hurry home.

A dark blue sedan sped off toward the seaside amusement park.

The person driving the car was Wan Junfeng, whose brows were furrowed and whose face looked somewhat anxious.

After hanging up the phone, Lan Yao, who was in the passenger seat, said, "Mr. Wan, there's no need to be so nervous."

"To be honest, Assistant Lan, this is the first time I've encountered a situation like this." Wan Junfeng forced a smile. "My wife and children are staying in the five-star hotel that's part of the amusement park. Master Wu... this is really a blow to my head."

Lan Yao had an inexplicable sense of trust in Wu Zhao, and she reassured Wan Junfeng, "With Miss here, nothing will happen to your family."

Wan Junfeng didn't say anything, but pressed the accelerator harder.

Rumbling--

The sky shimmered with silver light, accompanied by the continuous rumble of thunder.

The gloomy sky amplified the uncertainty and anxiety in people's hearts.

At this moment, huge black clouds had completely enveloped the seaside amusement park.

A gray, withered shadow stumbled and struggled to break free from the entanglement of the yin energy.

"Stop struggling. I don't know where you got the courage to come in alone." Ning Zhiyuan, whose face was covered with strange blood-red patterns, sneered.

He looked at Shen Qingqing, who was struggling, and said disdainfully, "Is this the culprit you mentioned who almost killed you and your son?"

Yan Bin, dressed in a suit and tie, smoothed his hair, which had been ruffled by the cold wind, and said with a gloomy expression, "It's her. She had been harassing my son all along, and I didn't expect that even after she died, her ghost would still haunt him!"

Shen Qingqing screamed, "You're talking nonsense! I must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to have met you two, Yan Bin, you'll die a horrible death!"

“But now, it looks like you’re the one who’s going to die.” Ning Zhiyuan laughed loudly, his voice sharp and grating.

"Perfect timing, then you can feed my baby!"

He waved his hand, and a strange cloud of blood and black appeared in his palm.

It was hard to describe what it was, because nauseating flesh and blood were faintly visible within the thick, dark red fog.

"Yin, Yin Ghost King!" Shen Qingqing screamed, her pale face immediately showing panic.

Even though it was just a half-ghost king that hadn't fully formed, it was enough to make her, a little yin spirit who had just solidified her yin body, fearful.

"Gah... Hungry, so hungry..." A rough, hoarse voice came from the eerie thick fog.

Ning Zhiyuan gently stroked the thick fog and said lovingly, "Sweetie, shall I feed her to you?"

"Eat! Eat!"

The thick fog screamed, and the resulting sound waves made the surrounding buildings tremble as if they were about to collapse.

The thick fog stretched out like tentacles, rapidly sweeping towards Shen Qingqing.

"Eat! Eat you!"

Just as Shen Qingqing was about to be bound, a bolt of lightning struck from the sky.

"Go pick up trash to eat!"

The cold voice carried a mocking tone, and a thunderclap accompanied by a gale exploded outwards.

The thick fog was blasted apart and fell into the adjacent foundation pit.

A figure appeared out of thin air in front of Ning Zhiyuan and Yan Bin.

"Master!" Surprised to realize that the Yin energy binding her had dissipated, Shen Qingqing quickly shrank to Wu Zhao's side.

Wu Zhao patted off non-existent dust from his body, watching as the thick fog that had fallen into the pit dissipated, revealing a mass of flesh and blood that was difficult to discern as human.

The throbbing tumor undulated on the fleshy mass as if it were alive, and a pair of eerie, all-black eyes stared fiercely at her.

"It's hideous." Wu Zhao sneered. "Looks like you didn't grow up completely even after eating the Ghost Mother's heart."

It wasn't just incomplete; its facial features and limbs were all fused together... Shen Qingqing didn't dare look at that disgusting thing at all.

"Wu Zhao! You slut!" Ning Zhiyuan went berserk the moment he saw her.

His eyes flashed with malice: "You actually dared to come here by yourself! You shameless woman!"

"If it weren't for you, how could Lin Yan have abandoned me!"

"I'll kill you! I'll feed you to my baby!"

Ning Zhiyuan let out a long roar, and the mass of flesh in the foundation pit grew wildly in response.

A huge, disgusting mass of flesh quickly filled the pit.

The shape of a human face gradually formed on the stretched mass of flesh.

"Eat! Eat you!"

Wu Zhao felt it was a bit harmful to his eyes.

She pressed her temples, thinking how lucky she was that she hadn't brought Gu Chen along.

I really don't want this filth to taint those clear and bright eyes.

Feeling a little uneasy, Wu Zhao touched his forehead, realizing that something was wrong with him.

Why do I keep thinking about Gu Chen for no reason?

"You think an immature thing can hurt me?"

Wu Zhao turned the ring on his hand and silently looked around.

She sensed a slight presence of people, and her movements as she turned the ring slowed down.

Does Ning Zhiyuan have hostages?

The roar of a car engine grew louder as it approached, and Wu Zhao nodded when he saw the somewhat familiar car.

"You kidnapped Wan Junfeng's wife and children." Her gaze wasn't on Ning Zhiyuan, but on Yan Bin beside him.

Although Yan Bin was somewhat surprised, she readily admitted, "That's right, but you won't know where they are."

"You tied them to the Ferris wheel."

Wu Zhao looked up at the huge Ferris wheel that had been completed not far away.

"You plan to lure Wan Junfeng here under the guise of an accident and then have Ning Zhiyuan kill him, right?"

Wan Junfeng, who had just gotten out of the car and ran over, overheard these words. His eyes widened in fury: "Yan Bin, you beast!"

Wan Junfeng roared and lunged at Yan Bin.

Lan Yao couldn't stop him in time. "Mr. Wan, be careful!"

In his irrational state, Wan Junfeng didn't even consider Ning Zhiyuan, who was standing next to Yan Bin.

Seeing him pounce on her, Yan Bin was secretly pleased. As long as she could control him and deal with this family of five, the foundation would be laid!

The vengeful spirits that are born can be fed to Ning Zhiyuan's precious child, which is perfect.

Ning Zhiyuan didn't take the enraged Wan Junfeng seriously at all; he sidestepped and raised his hand.

"Blow it up!"

Just as Wan Junfeng and Ning Zhiyuan brushed past each other, Wu Zhao pointed his fingers and shouted softly.

bang bang-

After two explosions, Ning Zhiyuan was blasted away, covered in soot.

Meanwhile, Wan Junfeng, a tall and strong man, used the momentum to throw Yan Bin four or five meters away.

"Master Wu! Leave this to me!"

Wan Junfeng touched his face and punched Yan Bin, who was still in shock.

"Ahhh!" Yan Bin's head was immediately bleeding profusely.

Ning Zhiyuan, who had just gotten up from the ground, stared wide-eyed: "You put a thunderstorm talisman on him?!"

With a grin, Wan Junfeng paid no attention to the clothes that had been blown open and the wounds on his back.

"Master Wu had already instructed me that all I had to do was pretend to lose my mind and pounce on Yan Bin."

As for the injury on his back, what's a little skin scraping compared to saving his wife and children!

Thinking this way, Wan Junfeng punched Yan Bin even harder.

"Mr. Wan, don't kill him!" Lan Yao couldn't help but remind him.

With each punch landing with a resounding thud, the malice in Ning Zhiyuan's eyes intensified.

"I kill you!"

He took out an exquisite bone flute from his pocket, placed it to his lips, and blew it directly.

The fleshy mass occupying the entire pit burst open, and tentacles of flesh and blood swarmed towards the Wu Zhao bee pupa.

"Miss!" Lan Yao called out softly and rushed to her side.

Wu Zhao pulled Lan Yao back, glancing at Ning Zhiyuan, who was playing the flute with a murderous and ecstatic expression.

The bone flute in his hand looked so familiar.

It seems that after discarding the finger bones, they were transformed into a flute?

I wonder which unfortunate ancient remains were so badly mutilated...

As she thought about it, she raised her hand.

A torrent of golden flames surged from her fingertips, then coalesced into a giant firebird.

The falling golden flames melted the fleshy tentacles instantly, like dazzling fireworks.

"cracking!"

After a long, drawn-out cry, the firebird spread its magnificent, radiant wings.

Wu Zhao said indifferently, "Phoenix, burn them all!"