Her destiny stolen? The Divine Witch Ancestor has returned!

While Wu Zhao was still pondering the information given by the little paper doll, the little paper doll jumped out of her hand.

"Hey, where are you going—"

His head is about to break, yet he's still running around everywhere?

The little thing, supporting its head, ran out, bumped into the wheelchair wheels, and then climbed up again.

Gu Chen, who was maneuvering his wheelchair over, looked down at the small piece of paper and couldn't help but reach out and pick it up.

"Why are you wet?" Gu Chen asked.

"After playing in the sea, I discovered something interesting." Wu Zhao's lips twitched as he watched the little paper doll rub against Gu Chen's fingers.

Gu Chen didn't mind the little paper doll being wet, and spread out his palm to let it stick to him.

"Are you going to see Earl of the Night now?" Gu Chen asked.

After putting the talisman into his pocket, Wu Zhao said, "Okay, don't worry, I'll be back soon."

"Be careful," Gu Chen said. "If you notice anything amiss, come back."

“Yes, I know.” Wu Zhao nodded.

After she left, Qingyao came over and asked, "Master, should we follow Miss Wu?"

"Has the military granted permission yet?" Gu Chen asked, stroking the small paper figure in his palm.

Qingyao shook his head: "There's been no news from the young master yet, and the people on the outskirts of the island haven't noticed any ships approaching."

"Heh, it seems someone doesn't want the Gu family to arrive so quickly. This transaction on the island... someone from the capital is involved." Gu Chen's indifferent gaze drifted out the window.

Not far away, on the calm sea, the waves could be faintly seen rising and falling.

“The Earl of the Night’s business is so large that it probably extends beyond the capital to other countries as well,” Qingyao said, his communicator vibrating.

He clicked on it and paused, then said, "Patriarch, the military has rejected Young Master Gu's application."

As if he already knew the answer, Gu Chen's expression remained calm.

He raised his head and said in a deep voice, "Contact the Wu family."

"Notify Wu Shiyu that her brother is barely alive on the island. If she doesn't come, she might have to collect his body."

Qingyao: "Huh?"

He looked troubled: "Will this... will this work?"

Gu Chen poked the little paper figure, "To put it bluntly, how can the young patriarch of the Wu family bring so many people here in such a grand manner?"

The sea outside the window suddenly began to rise and fall violently.

Wu Xingyun, who was in the kitchen fighting with Lin Lele for a fried egg, exclaimed, "Ah, Achoo!"

Lin Lele rolled her eyes at him in disgust: "Ugh, you're disgusting."

With lightning speed, Wu Xingyun snatched the fried egg and chuckled, "I won."

Hongyao watched the two of them speechlessly: "Childish."

……

Wu Zhao found a patrolling bodyguard to lead the way, and soon arrived at the villa of Earl of the Night.

The luxurious villa was now shrouded in thick black mist in Wu Zhao's eyes, and he could vaguely hear some kind of painful howl.

"Tsk." She curled her lip. "What an interesting life..."

The bodyguard who led the way didn't hear what she said clearly, and left after taking her into the villa.

Count Black Night had known she was coming all morning and was already waiting in the living room.

Upon seeing Wu Zhao, he asked with a smile, "Miss Wu, is there something you need to see me so early in the morning?"

"Or has Miss Wu come to her senses and wants to talk to me about romance?"

His gaze lingered on Wu Zhao, his eyes revealing a hint of covetousness.

Wu Zhao seemed oblivious, and merely chuckled softly.

She said, "It's a life-saving deal, are you in or not?"

The spirits entangled above his head had become completely corrupted; they were tearing at the Count of Night's flesh, wishing they could devour him alive.

"It's turned into an evil spirit..." Wu Zhao thought with some regret.

Earl of the Night's expression changed: "What do you mean?"

"Have you been feeling increasingly painful all over your body these past few days, like you've been bitten?"

"You keep having nightmares at night, dreaming that you're being dragged into the deep sea and about to suffocate?"

"Your legs must hurt too, like they've been chopped off?"

The three evil spirits were as follows: one was a bloody mess, another was soaking wet and covered in seaweed, and the third had its lower body separated from its flesh.

It's true that evil people are always punished by evil spirits.

"You, how could you know?!" Count Black Night stared at her in disbelief, his eyes already flashing with murderous intent.

"It's easy, it's written all over your face." Wu Zhao shrugged. "So, are you interested in this deal?"

The Earl of the Night looked at her warily, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "What do you want?"

"The buyer's information and the rough stone itself." Wu Zhao didn't mince words and said directly, "If you agree to my conditions, I will solve the problem for you completely."

"That sorcerer who released snakes to play with last night, he probably won't be able to get up easily today, will he?"

Thinking of the Gu Master's disheveled state yesterday, Earl of the Night's face darkened.

“No!” Earl of the Night blurted out, “That jade is what Mr. Ning needs…”

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, and Wu Zhao noticed that his expression had become very tense, as if he was terrified of the person he was talking about.

Mr. Ning... Wu Zhao thought to himself.

She stared intently at the Earl of the Night and noticed that he seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

Wu Zhao raised an eyebrow. "Then it seems you don't care about your own life."

Earl of the Night choked for a moment before saying, "...I actually kept half of that jade stone."

"If you solve my problem, I can give you the rest of the jade. Don't worry, a businessman keeps his word."

As expected of a shrewd businessman, he always has a backup plan!

After getting the information he wanted, Wu Zhao smiled mockingly: "Count of the Night, you really know how to flatter yourself."

"What, is it your original name, identity, and past that make you ashamed to talk about it?"

Raising an eyebrow with amusement, Wu Zhao chuckled, "Little Handsome Blackie?"

With a bang, Count Black Night stumbled and knocked over the teapot on the coffee table.

Tea from the shattered teapot gradually spilled onto the floor.

"So excited?" Wu Zhao looked at him. "Has it been a long time since anyone called your name like that?"

"You don't really think that changing to a prestigious name will erase your past, do you?"

Wu Zhao's gaze lingered on the bloodied and mangled ghost in mid-air, "He stepped on the life of his first wife, spent the money of the mistress who made him rise to prominence, and finally sacrificed his second wife to gain his current fame and fortune."

"You're quite good at this." Wu Zhao slowly turned the ring on his hand.

Count Black Night vehemently denied it, "I don't know what you're talking about. You said that as long as I give you the jade, you can completely solve my problem."

“Of course,” Wu Zhao said, standing with his arms crossed. “I will naturally help you solve the problem.”

The three evil spirits clinging to the Earl of the Night roared incessantly, and tears of blood streamed down their indistinct faces.

Ugh……

With a soft sigh, Wu Zhao whispered, "Summon them! Release them!"

Suddenly, a cold draft swept through the room.

As if something had been broken, black mist suddenly rose into the bright living room.

It gradually spread.

"Aaaaaah, what is this?!"

"Get out of here, all of you get out of here! I'm going to live to be a hundred years old, so get out of here, you bunch of bastards!"

"Wu Zhao! You lied to me! Ah—"

The billowing black mist was stained with blood, and the stench of blood spread through the air.

Wu Zhao casually picked up a napkin from the side of the plate and slowly tore it into a small paper figure.

"Go and find out where he put the jade, and bring it to me."

The little paper figure responded and left.

A chilling chewing sound, accompanied by screams, rang out from the blood mist.

Wu Zhao turned around expressionlessly, his tone indifferent and distant: "Paying the price for what you've done is the best way to solve problems."

“The sorcerer never lies; your death is today.”

"I said."