Her destiny stolen? The Divine Witch Ancestor has returned!

Golden-red flames enveloped the mass of flesh layer by layer, like ocean waves.

A strong, putrid stench emanated from the burning area.

Lan Yao frowned, unable to bear it any longer: "It stinks!"

Painful screams echoed amidst the flames, and the bone flute in Ning Zhiyuan's hand shattered into dust in an instant.

He stared in horror at the violently flickering flame.

"My baby! My baby!"

Ning Zhiyuan screamed shrilly, but dared not approach at all.

Because he discovered that the golden-red flames were not only burning the flesh and blood, but also the yin energy scattered in the air was being burned intensely!

What a terrible flame!

Through the layers of wrapping, one could vaguely see the flesh struggling and trying to break free from the flames.

Unfortunately, there was no gap in the raging fire, and the lump of flesh soon became barely alive.

It grew smaller and smaller until it was burned to ashes.

"puff--"

Ning Zhiyuan coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face turning ashen, and he aged instantly.

However, in the blink of an eye, his temples turned gray and his face became covered with wrinkles.

"My face! My hands! My voice!" He screamed in disbelief, touching his face.

Two lines of bloody tears flowed down his face, which was wrinkled like tree bark.

“Miss, what’s wrong with him…” Lan Yao was somewhat surprised.

Wu Zhao gestured to Wan Junfeng, who had already knocked Yan Bin unconscious, and said, "He sacrificed his life for that damned thing. Now that the thing is dead, he will naturally... die soon too."

At Wu Zhao's signal, Wan Junfeng dragged Yan Bin like a dead pig to Wu Zhao's side: "Master Wu, is my family safe now?"

His face still had some splattered blood, and his honest face now looked somewhat sharp and imposing.

"It's safe for now, everything will be fine soon."

Wu Zhao's gaze fell on the ever-shrinking fireball, until soon only a few flickering flames remained in the pit.

In mid-air, a slender human figure suddenly appeared amidst the flames.

A long, gold-red, belted robe, the hem adorned with lingering flames.

His long, crimson hair and eerie golden vertical pupils revealed his inhuman identity.

With a fervent look on his handsome face, he pounced on Wu Zhao: "It's been a long time, my master!"

"Stop!" Wu Zhao pointed a finger to stop him from getting closer. "Phoenix, you're too flamboyant."

The man named Phoenix looked aggrieved: "After three thousand years, the first time you summoned me, you tainted my beautiful feathers with those filthy things."

"Ahem." Wu Zhao withdrew his hand and touched his nose. "It has been quite a while."

Phoenix was about to act cute again when she suddenly felt a strong sense of resistance.

He saw the woman beside Wu Zhao staring at him menacingly, muttering to herself and grinding her teeth.

"Oh dear, isn't this Master's little tagalong? —" Upon seeing this familiar face, Phoenix couldn't help but tease.

Wu Zhao's eyes turned cold: "Phoenix."

Her voice carried a warning, and Phoenix, who still wanted to cause trouble, immediately shut his mouth.

"Go and bring the people off the Ferris wheel, but remember not to scare them."

Phoenix muttered dejectedly, "What a heartless master..."

The way he pronounced the word "master" in a convoluted way, combined with his wickedly handsome face, just sounded off.

Lan Yao glared at him, thinking: Where did this monster come from? Don't come near my future wife!

Upon hearing Wu Zhao's words, Wan Junfeng's face lit up with joy: "Thank you, Master, thank you!"

"I also want to thank you. If you hadn't misled them, I wouldn't have been able to deal with Ning Zhiyuan so quickly."

Ning Zhiyuan is just an ordinary person. If she accidentally gets injured and is struck by lightning, should she dodge or not?

"That dog Tiandao only knows how to boss her around because of his status!" she thought, feeling somewhat aggrieved.

Then Wu Zhao took out a talisman: "Take this, it can relieve pain."

Wan Junfeng did not refuse and readily accepted the talisman.

The pain from the blast wound on my back began to gradually subside.

"husband!"

"dad!"

As Wan Junfeng was feeling this, he heard the familiar voices of his family behind him.

He turned around in surprise and saw his wife and child running towards him.

"Wife!" He quickly took a few steps and hugged the woman holding the child. "Thank goodness, you're alright!"

The daughter in the eldest son's arms opened her toothless mouth and giggled.

A beautiful, incredible little red bird flew over and landed on Wu Zhao's shoulder.

Three magnificent and slender tail feathers hung down her back.

"Master, these people all carried the yin energy of the ghostly things I burned away. I just easily dealt with them, impressive, right!"

The little bird opened its beak and spoke in human language, and a hint of smugness could be seen on its small, furry face.

"Hiss!" Lan Yao gasped. "Is that little bird the man from earlier?!"

Wu Zhao nodded to her and then said, "Yes, you're amazing."

Lifting his finger to touch the bird's beautiful crest, Wu Zhao said, "Just as he said, Mr. Wan, your wife and children are safe and sound."

Wan Junfeng's eyes were red, and he almost shed tears.

My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was finally at ease.

Lying on the ground, almost lifeless, Ning Zhiyuan growled in disbelief, "This...this is impossible..."

His curse is enhanced by the bone flute; how could it possibly be easily broken?!

Seeing that he was clutching the bone flute tightly in his hand, Wu Zhao turned to the little bird and said, "Go get it, Phoenix."

"No!" Ning Zhiyuan tried to stop it, but he was pecked bloodily by the sharp beak of the bird.

"You're about to die yourself, why would you care about that broken flute?"

Wu Zhao examined the bone flute.

As expected, the finger bones were from the same person as the ones we had seen before.

It was still protected by yin energy and fortune, and no other aura could be detected.

"Master Wu, should we call the police regarding this situation?"

After calming his still-shaken wife and children, Wan Junfeng came over and said, "That pit looks a bit scary."

After the lump of flesh was burned, only black burn marks and a small amount of dark bloodstains remained at the scene.

“Okay, Lan Yao will notify the Shenzhen Garrison Command to handle it. Don’t come here for now, wait until it’s all dealt with before you take over,” Wu Zhao said, glancing at the foundation pit.

Wan Junfeng was pleasantly surprised: "Me, can I take over this place?"

Wu Zhao glanced disdainfully at Yan Bin, who was unconscious and whose face was swollen like a pig's head, and said, "Anyway, it can't be him."

He's embroiled in a murder case and his life is nearing its end; he should go back and face justice as soon as possible!

Rubbing his hands together, Wan Junfeng was overjoyed with her assurance: "Then, then I thank Master Wu very much!"

"Take your wife and kids and leave. It'll be harder to leave once the police arrive." Lan Yao had already contacted the local police, and they would be there soon.

Upon hearing this, Wan Junfeng quickly left with his family.

Ning Zhiyuan was lying on the ground, clearly at his last gasp.

Wu Zhao walked over to him and squatted down: "Who gave you this bone flute?"

"I, I won't...tell you," Ning Zhiyuan said haltingly.

His eyes were vacant, and he murmured, "Why...why...no, can't...look at me?"

After so many years of hard work, he's almost there for that person.

But why would that person suddenly fall in love at first sight with someone who suddenly appears?

Just because she's a woman...

He looked at Wu Zhao with difficulty.

As if sensing Ning Zhiyuan's thoughts, Wu Zhao said calmly, "You're overthinking it. Ye Linyan will never develop feelings for anyone."

"You're just a tool, don't you realize that?"

Ning Zhiyuan wanted to force a smile, but he no longer had the strength.

He blinked, and everything went black before his eyes.

"Oh, what a pity..."

Lan Yao leaned closer. "He's dead."

"Tsk." He never said who it was, even as he died.

Wu Zhao sneered, "But do you really think you're safe once you're dead?"

"If there is a spirit, then one can search for souls!"

He patted the little bird's sleepy head: "Phoenix, get his spirit out!"