Her destiny stolen? The Divine Witch Ancestor has returned!

Wenwen is awake?!

Huo Weiwei stood up excitedly, almost knocking over the small table in front of her.

She staggered a couple of steps before jogging towards the house.

Wu Xingyun steadied himself on the table, clicking his tongue in astonishment.

"This guy is way too excited."

Wu Zhao chuckled softly.

"After all, they are very good friends, so naturally I am very worried."

"Let's go in and take a look."

She followed Huo Weiwei and slowly walked inside.

Inside the room, He Wen, looking somewhat weak, was sitting up with Zhao Lan's help.

She blinked, looking bewildered, somewhat surprised to find someone sleeping next to her.

"What... what's wrong with me...?"

Before she could finish speaking, a figure pounced on her like lightning.

"Wenwen! You're finally awake!"

"Waaaaah, you really scared me to death! I thought you were going to become Sleeping Beauty and never wake up again!"

Huo Weiwei, sobbing, couldn't help but raise her hand and punch He Wen.

He Wen sighed and touched her face.

"Ah...did I sleep for a long time? And who is this...?"

Yu Ying lay on her side next to her. Her somewhat dry, long hair obscured her face.

He Wen felt that she looked somewhat familiar, but couldn't remember who she was.

"Wenwen, are you still half asleep?! Take a closer look and see who she is!"

Huo Weiwei shook He Wen a few times and pointed to Yu Ying, who was still unconscious.

Zhao Lan was afraid that she would shake He Wen, who had just woken up, too hard and make her dizzy, so she quickly stopped her.

"Don't get agitated, Auntie hasn't woken up yet, don't disturb her."

Huo Weiwei, somewhat excited, pursed her lips to suppress her emotions, and tears were faintly visible in her eyes.

His facial expression was a mix of happiness and sadness, appearing quite complex.

He Wen seemed to sense something and looked at her in disbelief.

Then he looked down at the sleeping Yu Ying.

With trembling hands, she reached out to brush the hair from Yu Ying's face, and that unfamiliar yet soul-stirring face appeared before her eyes.

Although the people in her memory were already very blurry, she still carried photos with her at all times.

Even though her appearance had changed somewhat and she looked very haggard, He Wen still recognized her at first glance.

Yes, it was my mother's face...

"How...how could this be..."

She looked at Huo Weiwei with trembling lips, looking completely lost, like a child.

Huo Weiwei hugged her tightly, her voice trembling as well.

"It's okay, Wenwen, it's okay. Auntie is back, it really is her."

"Calm down, take a deep breath, don't be afraid."

Zhao Lan sighed and patted He Wen's back reassuringly.

When Wu Zhao saw them hugging each other and crying with tears streaming down their faces, he stopped in his tracks.

"It seems like everything is alright now."

Let them vent for now...

Wu Zhao shook his head at Wu Xingyun beside him, and then the two of them left together.

"This girl has turned misfortune into blessing... Although her falling into a deep sleep was inexplicable, at least her parents have returned to her side."

Wu Xingyun said with deep feeling, and considerately closed the door.

A few muffled claps of thunder echoed in the overcast sky, foreshadowing an impending storm.

Wu Zhao raised his head and gazed at the sky, his expression complex.

"what happened?"

Wu Xingyun looked up with some curiosity and saw several dark clouds drifting over.

"Oh dear, it looks like it's going to rain."

"Are you guys okay staying in the tents outside?"

He was a little worried about the two injured people; it wouldn't be good if their wounds got wet in the rain.

The temperature drops when it rains, so don't sleep outside and catch a cold.

"It's alright, the rain... won't be heavy."

but……

"We need to go back as soon as possible."

She roughly knew where the yin energy and death energy in that mass grave had gone.

Aren't those long snakes rolling in the clouds formed by the condensation of yin energy?

"Which direction is this going?"

Wu Zhao frowned.

Wei Wenxue and the others also noticed the change in the sky, and he looked around.

"If it rains, won't the campfire be extinguished?"

Hu Datian also became somewhat worried, and he walked around the yard.

"How about we build a rain shelter? I think we can take this fence down, right?"

There's really nothing usable in this dilapidated yard except for the fence surrounding it, which is still relatively intact.

Wu Xingyun also thought what he said was feasible.

After all, his ancestors had said that there was no longer any danger.

Seeing that Wu Zhao did not object, the men quickly got to work.

In no time, they dismantled the fence and tied it to the wood they had found, along with the vines.

A simple rain shelter was erected.

As luck would have it, just as the canopy was placed over the tent, the sound of raindrops began to fall.

Soon the pattering rain grew louder and louder.

"It's raining so fast."

Hu Datian quickly zipped up the tent to prevent rainwater from getting in.

The people inside the house opened the door and looked at them worriedly, only feeling relieved when they saw that they had set up a shed.

"If you're calmer, eat something."

"Get some rest early tonight. If both of you are feeling better tomorrow, we'll head back."

Wu Xingyun simply covered the pot and handed it to Zhao Lan.

"Okay, you all should get some rest too. If the rain keeps going on, you can all come inside to sleep, it's okay."

Zhao Lan was worried that if the rain continued for too long, the yard might flood.

Wu Xingyun shrank to Wu Zhao's side.

"Ancestor, why do I feel like you have something on your mind?"

Wu Zhao raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about some things."

Wu Xingyun is indeed the person with the strongest sixth sense in the Wu family, and his emotional perception is also quite sensitive.

"Could it be... that she misses Gu Chen?!"

Wu Xingyun muttered under his breath, somewhat displeased.

"You want a beating?"

Wu Zhao raised his hand and tapped his forehead in an annoyed tone.

"Can't you be serious for once? You start acting like a jerk after just a few words."

She clicked her tongue twice and glared at Wu Xingyun.

Wu Xingyun chuckled and touched his forehead.

"I was just trying to lighten the mood. By the way, Ancestor... you don't actually have feelings for that cold and aloof Patriarch Gu, do you?"

He moved closer to Wu Zhao, his brows furrowed in suspicion.

“That guy doesn’t have a very good reputation in the capital… You know what’s going on with the Gu family, it’s quite a mess.”

A philandering father, a grandfather who seems to dote on his wife but values ​​the family more, and a scheming mistress and her illegitimate son who are always watching from the sidelines...

What a mess.

Wu Xingyun didn't want his ancestor to get involved in these messy things.

His worry was written all over his face, which Wu Zhao found somewhat amusing.

She poked Wu Xingyun's forehead, leaving a red mark.

"You silly boy, you should think more about yourself."