Her destiny stolen? The Divine Witch Ancestor has returned!

Upon seeing that familiar face, Wu Zhao was momentarily shocked.

But she soon realized something was wrong.

The face before him, belonging to Wu Lan, resembled his own, yet it wasn't...

It was as if someone had seen the real Wu Lan and then painted an identical... fake face on human skin based on that face.

It looks abnormal and stiff.

“…Interesting.” Wu Zhao pressed the ring on his hand, his lips curving downwards. “I don’t know where you saw Brother Wu Lan’s face…but, a painted skin…cannot paint the bones.”

In the end... it wasn't him!

"Zhao Zhao, what's wrong? Are you too surprised to see your brother?" The man with the "Wu Lan" face smiled slightly. "I didn't expect Zhao Zhao to have this expression. I really want to record it and show it to others."

Wu Zhao quickly composed himself and scoffed, "Stop pretending. People who haven't met Wu Lan might say that. But the real Wu Lan... wouldn't talk like that."

Wu Lan's elder brother, as the high priest of the Wu clan, appears gentle and refined but is actually indifferent and aloof.

However, in front of Wu Zhao, he was just an ordinary older brother, but in front of her, he was a completely different person.

If it were truly Wu Lan, who hadn't seen Wu Zhao for three thousand years, she would probably cry the first thing she did upon seeing Wu Zhao.

"Zhaozhao, what are you saying? I am your elder brother, Wu Lan."

This is a military compound, which is not a good place for Wu Zhao to maneuver.

She knew she probably wouldn't be able to see Feng Boxue today, but since she knew who was in the room, she had already achieved her goal.

"Don't use that name to refer to yourself, you're not worthy!" A cold glint flashed in Wu Zhao's hand.

Unexpectedly, Wu Lan was struck in the face by her sudden attack, leaving a gash on her face.

Beneath the skin was a sinister skeleton, devoid of any flesh or blood.

"Lord Bai Gu Ai!" Bai Youran exclaimed in surprise.

"More skeletons... Is this the lament of the skeletons?"

Wu Zhao touched the ring, somewhat weary: "Where did you get so many bones? Studying a pile of bones all day long is quite a peculiar hobby."

"This guy's putting together an arm and then a skull, are you guys playing a jigsaw puzzle?"

Rolling her eyes without ceremony, Wu Zhao heard orderly footsteps approaching.

"As expected of a heavily guarded military compound, they arrived so quickly."

Bai Gu Ai naturally heard the footsteps as well, and he covered his face. Then he said coldly to Bai Youran, "Why aren't you getting inside yet? Do you want humans to see your skeletal arms?"

Bai Youran's face turned pale, and she lowered her head to reply, "Yes, subordinate will go back now."

Seeing how terrified she was of the White Bone Sorrow, Wu Zhao paused in his steps.

This skull must belong to a high-ranking member of the Witch Saint Cult, right?

No wonder it's a head... Will she have to see strange things like leg bones in the future?

Quickly dodging the guards who rushed over to check, Wu Zhao summoned Phoenix, who was guarding outside the compound.

"Master, how are you doing?"

Phoenix landed on her shoulder and asked softly.

Wu Zhao patted his little head and said softly, "Something interesting happened. Do you know who I met inside?"

She spoke as she walked out.

Phoenix jumped on her shoulder out of curiosity and tilted her head.

He could tell that his master's mood was very complicated; he was angry, but not quite.

So he asked, "Who did the master see? Why does he look so strange?"

"...I saw Brother Wu Lan."

what? !

Phoenix nearly fell off Wu Zhao's shoulder; the bird froze for a moment.

"Master, are you kidding me? You saw High Priest Wu Lan in the courtyard? That... that's someone who has lived in the mortal realm for over three thousand years?"

That can't be right, can it? Wu Lan and Wu Zhao are both human, right?

Wu Zhao exists because of a seal on the Gate of the Underworld; as long as the Gate of the Underworld exists, Wu Zhao will continue to exist.

Could it be that Wu Lan is also related to something immortal?

Before Phoenix could ask any more questions, Wu Zhao snorted and said, "What do you mean by living for three thousand years? If he were alive and knew I was outside the Yellow Springs Gate, even if he didn't go to the gate to cry every day, he would still come to cry every three days."

"It's just a skull wearing the face of Brother Wu Lan."

Phoenix breathed a sigh of relief. "So that's how it is. Then how did they know what High Priest Wu Lan looked like?"

This was also what Wu Zhao was curious about.

"It's probably... something within the Witch Saint Cult..."

The taxi I took has arrived.

Wu Zhao got into the car and asked the taxi driver to take her back to the Gu family villa.

"Never mind, let's talk about it when we get back."

She stroked Phoenix's smooth feathers, thinking: I'll probably have to wait a while before I see this learned man again.

……

The Gu Family Villa.

When Wu Zhao returned, Huo Tingchen was still there.

Seeing that she looked unwell when she returned, I didn't rush over immediately.

Gu Chen, as if he knew she would return empty-handed, pointed to the cake on the table.

"It's only been baked for a short time, eating something will make me feel better."

Wu Zhao glanced at Gu Chen and then at Huo Tingchen, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

She grunted, "Why is Huo Tingchen still here? Shouldn't you be back helping your brother protect his wife?"

"That's his wife, not mine. It wouldn't be right for me to keep watching over her, would it?" Huo Tingchen shifted his shoulders, looking somewhat weary. "But before, my family sent me to some godforsaken place; I felt utterly miserable there."

He suddenly straightened up and looked at Wu Zhao: "Boss, I've been busy for days because of that incident you and my uncle caused on the trending topics on Weibo!"

Then, under Gu Chen's indifferent gaze, she muttered softly, "...I...I'm also very tired, can't I even rest?"

As Wu Zhao ate her small cake, she couldn't help but laugh when she heard Huo Tingchen's roundabout probing.

"If you want to ask, just ask." She glanced at Gu Chen. "Didn't your uncle tell you?"

Huo Tingchen awkwardly touched his face, then moved closer to her and said, "My uncle didn't say anything, and I didn't dare ask... Why don't you just tell me, sir?"

"Just tell me if I need to prepare for a wedding!"

What?

*Cough cough cough—* Almost choked on the small cake, Wu Zhao patted her chest and said irritably, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

So it's fake? Huo Tingchen breathed a sigh of relief.

Gu Chen, who was sitting on the sofa, put down the newspaper and slowly went to the kitchen to bring out a glass of freshly squeezed juice, which he then placed in front of Wu Zhao.

He raised his hand and slid it across Wu Zhao's shoulder, helping her tie her somewhat messy long hair behind her back.

She watched as Gu Chen put the small rubber band from his wrist onto Wu Zhao's hair, and Wu Zhao didn't feel anything was wrong.

Huo Tingchen: ? ? ?

Gu Chen said calmly, "Zhao Zhao is right, I haven't won her over yet. It seems we won't be able to have a wedding anytime soon."

Wu Zhao, who had finally managed to take a sip of juice, immediately spat it out:

"puff--"