Her destiny stolen? The Divine Witch Ancestor has returned!

Gu Chen's gaze was so cold and sharp that Shen Jiaojiao found it hard to accept for a moment.

The statue in her arms was clearly radiating intense heat, but why did Gu Chen's gaze remain unchanged as he looked at her?

How could it be? The statue absorbed so much fortune and lifeblood, how could it fail...?

She bit her lower lip tightly, trying to get closer to Gu Chen: "Patriarch Gu, you must have been bewitched by her—"

"Zi Yao!" Gu Chen shouted in a low voice.

A figure flashed in quickly and grabbed Shen Jiaojiao's wrist tightly without saying a word.

"Miss Shen, please have some self-respect!"

Shen Jiaojiao never expected that she would be kicked out by Gu Chen.

Scrambling out of the tent, Shen Jiaojiao stumbled and bumped into Huo Weiwei, who had come to find Gu Chen.

"Weiwei!" Shen Jiaojiao looked at her with surprise and joy, "You, you're alright, that's so good—"

Huo Weiwei's expression changed: "Don't touch me!"

Her voice was a bit loud, attracting the attention of those around her.

"What's wrong, Weiwei?" Shen Jiaojiao looked at Huo Weiwei with some fear. "Did I do something wrong? The situation was too dangerous, I had no choice but to push you into that pit first—"

“I tried my best to lure the wolves away, but I also got myself into danger. I didn’t mean to not come back to find you…”

As she spoke, tears welled up in Shen Jiaojiao's eyes.

The staff around, unaware of the truth, couldn't help but kindly advise, "Ms. Huo, please don't misunderstand Jiaojiao. She really didn't mean it."

"She just got back not long ago, and she encountered a paranormal event!"

"Exactly! You two are good friends, don't let this ruin your relationship!"

Feeling the reproachful gazes of those around her, Huo Weiwei felt a chill run through her body and her limbs went numb.

She bit her lip hard and soon tasted a hint of blood.

This feeling of isolation and helplessness made her extremely anxious and uneasy.

"Young Miss!" Zi Yao's voice sounded behind her, "The master invites you in."

He glanced at the distressed Shen Jiaojiao and said calmly, "I'm sorry, Miss Shen. My young lady has just escaped death. Please forgive her for her emotional state. She needs to rest quietly now. Excuse me."

Those around her realized that Huo Weiwei must have had a terrible time during her three-day disappearance, so they readily agreed.

"Yes, yes, Miss Huo, you should go and rest."

Zi Yao bowed and helped Huo Weiwei up, and the two turned and walked towards the tent.

With only Shen Jiaojiao left, she couldn't continue her solo act.

She touched her pockets, a slightly hurt smile on her face, and went back to her tent.

Behind her came the staff's pitying sighs, but Shen Jiaojiao calmly curled her lips and tightened her grip on the small portrait in her pocket.

A little more... a little more...

……

In the darkness that blotted out the sky, a blood-red light suddenly broke through.

"Gah-"

A sharp screech of a crow pierced the blood-red light, and the three-eyed black crow fled in a sorry state.

Wu Zhao coldly shouted, "Where do you think you're going?"

With a thud, the blood-red light struck the crow.

As flesh and blood exploded, she heard a long sigh ring in her ears—

"Ugh……"

Suddenly, her vision blurred and went black, and in the next instant, everything around her disappeared.

The forest of bones was gone, and the strangely shaped trees had also disappeared.

"The domain has disappeared?" Wu Zhao was taken aback.

The dense yin energy seemed to have never existed; it suddenly vanished.

It wasn't that she scattered it, but rather... it inexplicably vanished into thin air.

Wu Zhao subconsciously pressed his pocket.

The finger bone was still there, and it even emitted a faint warmth.

Her expression turned cold. "...ran away?"

A deep voice sounded behind her: "Master, there is no trace of the enemy."

“…You can go back now,” Wu Zhao said, pressing his hand on the ring. “We don’t need you for now.”

The shadow behind him didn't move; instead, it moved closer to Wu Zhao.

A slightly chilling voice rang out once more: "You haven't summoned us in a long time, my master."

Why do I feel... that your power... has weakened?

A cold hand touched Wu Zhao's arm and then gripped it tightly.

Wu Zhao rubbed the ring for a moment, his tone indifferent yet filled with murderous intent: "Anze, step back!"

The gem on the ring shimmered with light, and the shadow behind him recoiled instantly as if struck.

They quickly disappeared from the spot.

"Our current strength is not enough to control what's ahead..." Wu Zhao muttered to himself.

The biting cold gradually seeped into her, and Wu Zhao's body swayed slightly.

The excruciating pain from the curse, which she could no longer suppress, rendered her completely immobile, causing her to stumble and crash into a tree trunk.

"Huh...?"

Just as she was losing her balance, a familiar roar of a wild beast rang in her ears.

Wu Zhao smiled slightly: "Little Bear, you've come at the perfect time—"

……

Mo Dahai, panting heavily, found Wu Xingyun at the camp. "Mr. Wu, Miss Wu may be in trouble!"

"What's going on?" Wu Xingyun was about to go find Wu Zhao when he heard Mo Dahai's words and stopped in his tracks. "Shouldn't she be with Patriarch Gu?"

Mo Dahai hesitated for a moment before saying, "There was a problem with the film crew's camerawork, so I asked Miss Wu to take a look..."

He honestly explained what had happened, and Wu Xingyun immediately became nervous.

He immediately prepared to inform his sister about the situation, since strange things had been happening ever since they entered the mountains.

Since another murder case has occurred, it is necessary to find special people to resolve it.

Just as Wu Xingyun finished his call and was about to inform Gu Chen, a wild beast's roar echoed outside the camp.

As the familiar black bear rushed in, the staff couldn't help but scream.

"Stop yelling!" Wu Xingyun spotted Wu Zhao clinging to the black bear's back.

He ran over quickly, "My goodness, my ancestral sorcerer, what's wrong with you, little miss—"

"No, stop talking nonsense... Take me to find Gu Chen..." Wu Zhao said intermittently as he was supported by him.

Hearing the noise, Zi Yao ran out of the tent and was shocked when she saw Wu Zhao: "Miss Wu!"

The two of them helped Wu Zhao into Gu Chen's tent.

Shen Jiaojiao opened the tent crack and saw Wu Zhao, who was pale and unsteady on his feet. She smiled with satisfaction.

"Looks like it succeeded..." She didn't see the crow return, so she guessed it had succeeded.

Before he even entered the tent, a surge of purple energy had already overflowed from the tent and enveloped Wu Zhao.

With some strength regained, Wu Zhao shook off Wu Xingyun and Zi Yao.

Inside the tent, Huo Weiwei was pouring out her troubles to Gu Chen with tears streaming down her face. She was surprised to see Wu Zhao, who was covered in sweat and looked disheveled, burst in.

"What's wrong with you?" She stood up and tried to help Wu Zhao.

Unexpectedly, Wu Zhao, who was already in so much pain that she was somewhat delirious, lunged straight at Gu Chen.

Huo Weiwei exclaimed in shock: "Hey, are you crazy—"

She stared wide-eyed as Gu Chen opened his arms and caught Wu Zhao, carefully holding her in his embrace.

"Uncle..." Huo Weiwei stammered.

Gu Chen raised his head and looked coldly at her and Wu Xingyun and Zi Yao, who were standing blankly by the tent door.

"Let's go out." He looked down at Wu Zhao in his arms and gently wrapped his arms around her.

Wu Zhao was a little confused; she clung to Gu Chen's collar.

He whispered, "It hurts..."

"You bastard, Junwu..."

Warm fingers gently stroked her face, which was covered in cold sweat.

A series of light kisses landed on her forehead and the tip of her nose.

"Zhaozhao, I'm here."