Her destiny stolen? The Divine Witch Ancestor has returned!

Wu Zhao's brief silence created a slightly tense atmosphere in the small room.

After a long pause, she finally said, "Do you want to see him?"

"Haha, of course I want to see him. But it's not that I absolutely have to see him, it's just a bit of a pity." The old lady shook her head.

Turning the ring on his hand, the spirit that had been waiting in the underworld remained silent.

It seems that both the human and the spirit are well aware of each other's thoughts.

"I'm taking Feng Boxue's body with me no matter what. I know you can make them hand it over, so I came." Wu Zhao didn't want to know what they were planning, but if the Witch Saint Cult were allowed to continue using Feng Boxue's body, who knew what kind of trouble they would cause in the capital.

The old lady sighed.

She reached out and picked up the phone next to her and dialed the number.

"No need to hide him anymore, just hand him over..."

The old man's expression changed slightly after the person on the other end of the phone said something.

"What did you say?! Bo Xue has woken up?! How could you all be so foolish?!"

Damn it! The Witch Saint Cult moved so fast!

Wu Zhao's expression changed.

“Phoenix—no.” Wu Zhao gritted his teeth; he couldn’t summon the demon god here.

She gave the old lady who had just hung up the phone a long look and said, "I hope you won't regret the decision you made."

Wu Zhao turned and left, and the old man behind him remained silent.

"Regret...we can't go back now..."

With hurried steps, Wu Zhao was surrounded by thirteen people as soon as he stepped out of the building.

"You can't leave!" The person in the lead was none other than Captain Li, whom Wu Zhao had met before.

"Get out of my way." Wu Zhao's gaze sharpened. "You think you can stop me?"

A chilling killing intent locked onto everyone in front of her, and the icy aura solidified into a still space.

Wu Zhao's drooping fingers slowly tightened, and the air in the space seemed to contract with her movement.

A rapid ringing sound came from my pocket.

A slight glimmer of light appeared in Wu Zhao's dull eyes as she quickly passed through the thirteen people who were clutching their necks and unable to breathe.

Gu Chen's familiar voice came from the other end of the phone: "Zhao Zhao, Feng Boxue has come out of the military hospital on his own. He was on TV, so it seems that his treatment there has been completed."

Wu Zhao, who had already quickly walked out of the residential area, glanced back at the group of people lying haphazardly on the ground and said in a calm tone, "I already know, and I'm now preparing to meet this so-called Feng Boxue."

"Then... be careful," Gu Chen said. "Call me again if you need anything."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Zhao summoned Phoenix back from outside.

Phoenix landed on Wu Zhao's shoulder and asked, "Master, where are we going now?"

"Go find that Feng Boxue. I want to see what kind of monster the Witch Saint Cult has shoved into their ranks this time!"

Of course, Phoenix couldn't just teleport there in broad daylight, so they had to use the speed of his demonic power to leave quickly.

It's quite easy to find a trace of malevolent energy in the capital city, which is full of merit, especially since Wu Zhao himself is extremely sensitive to malice.

After Feng Boxue left the military hospital, he was caught on camera by the TV station.

So Wu Zhao followed the live broadcast on the TV station and quickly found Feng Boxue's location.

He went home.

Two hooded figures from the Witch Saint Cult were also with him, and even more strangely, Wu Zhao also saw Shen Jiaojiao's figure.

Could it be that they're planning to meet someone at Feng Boxue's house?

Wu Zhao thought for a moment, then said, "Phoenix, you stay outside, I'll go in myself."

The military compound was filled with an aura of both merit and slaughter; it would be easy for a demon to be discovered if it entered.

After using the invisibility talisman to enter the courtyard, Wu Zhao sensed a very faint array aura within the courtyard.

Could it be that someone planted something under the military compound?

Feng Boxue's home was deep within the compound, and the closer one got to Wu Zhao, the more familiar yet unfamiliar one felt.

Like a long-lost friend, or perhaps... yourself?

"how is this possible?"

The feeling she got from this witch doctor's cult was getting weirder and weirder, if she didn't know that she had been sleeping in the underworld for three thousand years.

She almost thought she had founded the Witch Saint Cult herself!

As soon as Wu Zhao approached the Feng Bo scholar, he sensed the activation of some kind of barrier.

"Discovered."

Seeing the hooded figure emerge from the courtyard, Wu Zhao removed the invisibility talisman from his body.

“It’s you again…” A hoarse voice came from under the hood, and then the hood was pulled open.

A familiar face appeared.

"Bai Youran... you really didn't die."

However, the grotesque scars on her face made her once beautiful features look somewhat sinister.

“My Lord, the Divine Wizard, will grant me eternal life! Wu Zhao, I have said it before, you are just a small pawn on my Lord’s chessboard!” Bai Youran stretched out her hands from under her robe.

Cold, black chains were wrapped around the skeletal arms.

"Today, I'm going to leave you here!"

I could feel the dense deathly aura and the chilling aura of evil spirits emanating from the chains.

Wu Zhao couldn't help but take a breath.

"The Soul-Locking Chains of the Underworld... No wonder you can find so many evil spirits to stuff into human bodies..."

Where on earth did these lunatics retrieve the chains from the underworld used to bind evil spirits?

Could this skeletal arm have been corroded during its descent to the underworld?!

Unable to resist turning the ring on his finger, Wu Zhao's lips twitched slightly.

She knew this thing like the back of her hand; countless chains had been hung on the gates of the underworld.

It might be difficult to keep her here using this method.

“This might not be enough,” Wu Zhao said with amusement.

She pulled a thicker chain from the ring, but the chain was imbued with pure yin energy and no evil spirits lingered on it.

Wu Zhao slowly shook the chain and said, "How about I lend you mine?"

Bai Youran's ugly face suddenly contorted.

"I kill you!"

Wu Zhao clicked his tongue twice and slowly took two steps back.

Bai Youran, who had caught up, easily left the area of ​​Feng Boxue's barrier.

The intense killing intent and golden light of merit surged forth upon touching the evil spirits on her body.

The crackling sound of steaming steam, accompanied by a shrill wail, came from Bai Youran's body.

"Idiot, return it now!"

A cold voice came from inside the courtyard.

Wu Zhao's eyes flickered.

This voice... it sounds somewhat familiar.

Then she saw a figure slowly walk out.

The figure walked very slowly, and as it walked, the black hood on its body slowly slipped down.

The familiar clothes and familiar face were revealed underneath.

The tall, elegant man wore a gentle smile, his eyes as warm as ever as when he looked at Wu Zhao.

"Zhaozhao, it's been three thousand years since we last met. It's been such a long time."

Wu Zhao's heart trembled, and he looked at him in disbelief.

"Brother..."