Her destiny stolen? The Divine Witch Ancestor has returned!

His hoarse, unstoppable voice was filled with fervor, suggesting he was a staunch supporter of the sorcerer he called himself.

Wu Zhao nearly fell off the sofa, his face darkening as he said, "What nonsense are you spouting!"

Seeing that she was barefoot, Ye Linyan opened the door and whispered a few words to the bodyguard outside.

Just as I closed the door, I overheard Wu Zhao say this and couldn't help but say, "This is the god that the Wu Sheng religion worships."

"I've heard that the Wu family also has a very remarkable ancestor, a divine shaman. I just wonder if there's any connection between the two?"

"What's wrong with that?" Wu Zhao couldn't help but mutter to himself, his legs on the stool twitching slightly.

The soundproof glass prevented them from hearing the cheers outside, but Wu Zhao could still see the revelry of the people below through the one-way glass.

“Such a successful brainwashing…” Wu Zhao murmured.

Amidst the clamor, a man dressed in a black robe walked to the center of the stage, opened his arms, and shouted: "Welcome everyone! Tonight is the celebration of the Witch Saint Cult!"

Wu Zhao clearly saw that the man's left hand, which was sticking out from under his robe, was a white bone!

She frowned, found Wu Xingyun's number on her phone, and quickly sent him a message.

—Xingyun, help me find Xie Buji to confirm whether the skeletal figure he saw with Shen Jiaojiao at the hospital was the left or right hand.

Holding her phone, Wu Zhao took another closer look at the man in black robes, a hint of suspicion in her eyes.

Why does this person look so familiar?

"What's wrong?" Ye Linyan stood by the glass window and saw Wu Zhao's unusual behavior through the reflection.

Wu Zhao shook his head: "It's nothing, it must be my imagination."

The knocking on the door interrupted Ye Linyan's words. He walked to the door and took something from the bodyguard outside.

Then he closed the door and walked back to Wu Zhao's side.

Lan Yao noticed that he was carrying a paper bag and stepped forward, asking, "Mr. Ye, what are you carrying?"

Seeing that she was very wary of him, Ye Linyan picked up the bag and handed it to her.

"Isn't it inappropriate to always be barefoot? This is something I had my bodyguard prepare at the last minute. I hope Miss Wu won't find it offensive."

Just as Lan Yao was feeling a bit worried, his eyes lit up, and after thinking for a moment, he took out the shoes.

She glanced at Wu Zhao, and only placed the high heels in front of her after seeing her nod.

Perhaps due to time constraints and lack of preparation, the bodyguard only brought a pair of very ordinary black stiletto heels.

Although the style was simple, it fit Wu Zhao well and complemented her fair insteps.

Ye Linyan looked at the shoes, a strange emotion flashing in his eyes.

Wu Zhao didn't notice his expression; the faint vibration of her phone caught her attention.

Wu Xingyun replied to the message very quickly.

"I just asked him, and he thought about it and wasn't quite sure, but he said it should be his right hand."

—By the way, where have you been? My uncle is back, but my aunt stayed in Guangdu. He's been acting strangely since he got back, and the atmosphere at home is odd. Please, Auntie, help!

Upon seeing his first message, Wu Zhao frowned.

As she guessed correctly, there were two robed figures in the Witch Saint Cult whose arms were made of white bone.

And coincidentally, one of them is left-handed and the other is right-handed...

One wore a white robe, the other a black robe...

Xie Buji also mentioned that Shen Jiaojiao referred to the white-robed man as the White Saint Envoy.

With a cold laugh, Wu Zhao couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that one of these two is called Xiao Hei and the other Xiao Bai?

Taking the names of those two underground as his own, isn't he afraid of shortening his lifespan?

Just then, that unpleasant voice came through the loudspeaker again, saying, "First, let's introduce one of today's auction items!"

The sound from the loudspeaker was a bit noisy, so Wu Zhao got up and looked at it.

A huge bed was pushed up.

There were two completely naked men lying side by side on the bed!

"Miss!" Lan Yao glanced at her in shock and then looked away.

Seeing Wu Zhao staring at the two people, he couldn't help but think: ...Patriarch, I can't stop this!

Ye Linyan's lips twitched, and he moved slightly, blocking Wu Zhao's view.

"Why are you blocking my way?" Wu Zhao asked, puzzled.

She hasn't even confirmed who those two people are yet!

"What's so interesting about two ugly, skinny monkeys?" Ye Linyan glared at the man in black robes downstairs and said unhappily, "This auction is really shady. Miss Wu, let's go."

Then, the voice from the loudspeaker announced: "As you can see, these two are exceptionally healthy and of the highest quality! They are twins, just twenty years old this year. The older brother has type A blood, and the younger brother has type B blood. They are both very healthy and have no hereditary diseases!"

"No matter what you do with it, it will be excellent!"

The man in black robes introduced them, even poking the two men's chests with his hand.

The two brothers, who were in a coma, had no idea that they were being sold for a high price.

"Starting bid: one million!"

Simply filming people? What's the difference between that and The Earl of the Night in the Pearl Islands?

As Wu Zhao was thinking, he suddenly heard someone downstairs ask, "I need to have my blood type A's heart photographed separately. Anyone want to come with me?"

Lan Yao's shocked voice rang in my ears: "They also sell organs?!"

"They're willing to buy and sell lifespans, so what are organs?" Wu Zhao raised an eyebrow. It seemed that the auction house of the Witch Saint Cult was somewhat different from that of the Earl of the Night.

After selling people, Earl of the Night secretly sold their organs, and the Witch Saint Cult actually started trading them in public.

They really have nothing to fear.

Sure enough, as soon as someone spoke up, others with the same goal appeared.

The two living people quickly devoured the wine glass, just like the hyenas were selling pork.

"This is disgusting...!" Lan Yao couldn't contain his anger. "Miss, they are truly beasts!"

Wu Zhao, who seemed used to such things, patted her arm and said, "They were just a bunch of evil heretics. Don't worry, they'll get their comeuppance."

Just as the servants were pushing the bed down, Wu Zhao heard someone ask, "Black Saint, will we be able to get what we want after the auction ends?"

The man in black robes smiled and said, "Of course, rest assured, I guarantee that everything you want will be fresh before you leave here."

Those who won the bid were finally satisfied.

The second item was then brought up for auction.

"What, what is that?!" Looking at the wriggling pieces of meat on the plate, Lan Yao almost vomited.

Staring at the lump of meat, Wu Zhao's eyes darkened: "What the hell is this thing?"

"This is a divine object personally blessed by our god, capable of regenerating severed limbs!" The Black Saint's voice was quite impassioned. As he spoke, he had someone drag a disheveled figure up from under the saddle.

The man had disheveled hair, was missing an arm and his left leg, and staggered to the ground.

The other arm is intact, but it is missing the index and middle fingers.

After falling to the ground, he quickly struggled to his feet, his bloodied eye sockets now just empty holes.

Only angry screams escaped from its open mouth.

Even the tongue is gone...

"Look, everyone, just how amazing this divine object is!" The Black Saint glanced contemptuously at the man on the ground, then carefully placed the bulging lump of flesh on the man's missing thigh.

"Aaaaaah—" Amidst the painful screams, the lump of flesh rapidly swelled up, and black lines of blood quickly spread along the areas it touched.

Under everyone's gaze, it transformed into a fair and complete leg!

The man lying on the ground was visibly weakening.

Wu Zhao clenched his fists, his expression cold and sinister.

A chill quietly spread from her body.

As if sensing something, Ye Linyan quietly took two steps back.

A small, dark green snake, hidden in his hair, poked its head out before quickly retreating.

He raised his hand and pressed it against the glass. Before Wu Zhao could speak, something strange happened downstairs.

The Black Saint was just about to grab the useless man so everyone could see him more clearly when a skeletal hand emerged from his robe and grasped the man's mutilated shoulder.

The man, who had been silent and seemingly unconscious, suddenly sprang up and grabbed the cold, white bone arm tightly.

Using those newly grown legs, he lashed the black-robed man's waist with a vicious whip.

There was a click.

The black-robed man who was sent flying backwards had his skeletal arm torn off by him!

Wu Zhao pressed her palm against the glass, and a chill visibly gathered beneath her hand.

Clear cracks gradually spread across the glass along her hand.

"As expected... even if I'm on my last breath, I'll make the enemy pay the price..."

"These soldiers are really..."