Her destiny stolen? The Divine Witch Ancestor has returned!

Wu Zhao felt as if he were soaking in a pool of warm water.

A gentle spiritual energy continuously washed over her shattered soul, repairing the meridians within her body.

The curse, deep in the marrow, stung as it was washed away by spiritual energy.

She frowned and couldn't help but groan in pain.

A strange yet strangely familiar voice suddenly came from beside her, coaxing, "It's alright, Zhaozhao. I'm here, it's all over now..."

A deep, husky voice is also particularly reassuring.

It's... Junwu?!

An inexplicable emotion welled up inside Wu Zhao, making him want to open his eyes.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't wake up.

"Damn Junwu, wake me up!" Wu Zhao couldn't help but curse inwardly.

The voice beside her carried a hint of amusement, "Sleep well, Zhao Zhao, everything will be alright when you wake up..."

The sound gradually faded away, and a heavy drowsiness made Wu Zhao unable to muster any other thoughts.

She fell into a deep sleep, seething with resentment.

You bastard, you just wait...

……

"Sister, did you hear what this old lady is saying?" Wu Xingyun asked, leaning closer to his sister.

Wu Shiyu glared at him, "Go to the side and don't cause trouble!"

"I was just asking out of curiosity..." Wu Xingyun muttered under his breath, "This young lady has been sleeping for most of the day, why isn't she awake yet?"

His sister arrived quickly, but unexpectedly, Wu Zhao fell into a deep sleep for some unknown reason and could not be woken up.

If Wu Shiyu hadn't found nothing at the place where Mo Dahai saw the body, he wouldn't have stayed there so long.

The rest of the production crew had already been taken away by the police who arrived at the scene. Before leaving, Shen Jiaojiao wanted to see Wu Zhao one more time, but she was refused.

Her dejected departure evoked pity in many people.

“Strange, this shouldn’t be the case…” Wu Shiyu observed Wu Zhao’s complexion and aura, and found that her spiritual energy was thin and her meridians were blocked, but her breathing was still steady.

Why is he still fast asleep? She reached out and touched Wu Zhao's forehead.

"Your body temperature is normal..."

Gu Chen watched Wu Shiyu's actions with a cold gaze, finally stopping at her hand placed on Wu Zhao's forehead.

"What did Young Master Wu see?" he asked.

Wu Shiyu was taken aback and withdrew her hand: "What does Patriarch Gu want to say?"

"She's just tired, let her sleep it off." Gu Chen maneuvered the wheelchair to Wu Zhao's side and put her hand back under the blanket. "Young Master Wu is just impatient, you can look for other places first, maybe you'll find something."

Wu Shiyu, who had been forced to take two steps back to make way, paused and said, "What does Patriarch Gu mean by that? It seems you know something about it."

"I don't know." Gu Chen looked at Wu Zhao, his voice cold. "You're being a bit noisy."

The blatant act of seeing off the guest left Wu Shiyu speechless for a moment.

Wu Xingyun tugged at her clothes and whispered, "Sister, Patriarch Gu is right, just wait a little longer!"

"Let's go out first and let her get some rest."

Wu Shiyu glanced at Gu Chen and then at the sleeping Wu Zhao, as if she sensed something.

She snorted and turned to leave.

"Well, I'll go check on my sister first. Once she wakes up, just let us know, Patriarch Gu!" Wu Xingyun said and quickly left.

Gu Chen touched the strands of hair that fell across Wu Zhao's cheek, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

"While you were asleep..." His voice was soft, his warm fingers tracing Wu Zhao's lips. "Zhao Zhao."

As if sensing something, Wu Zhao, who was in a deep sleep, seemed to sense something.

Wu Zhao moved his fingers, then swiftly grabbed the hand that was about to leave.

She was very strong and pulled the person over directly.

He collapsed onto Wu Zhao with a thud.

"Junwu, you dog—" Wu Zhao gripped the person on top of him tightly, opened his eyes, and was met with a pair of dark, slightly surprised eyes. "How, how is it you?!"

Gu Chen leaned half his body on her, while his other hand supported him on the edge of her pillow.

With her legs unable to exert any strength, she was stuck on the edge of the bed and almost fell onto Wu Zhao. The wheelchair, losing its weight, slid backward, knocked open the tent door that wasn't closed, and fell out.

"Master, why is your wheelchair like this—" Zi Yao, standing outside, noticed the wheelchair and lifted the curtain, looking somewhat puzzled.

Seeing Gu Chen pressing down on Wu Zhao, the two locked eyes, and the words that were left unsaid stuck in Zi Yao's throat.

He abruptly lowered his hand and stammered, "I, um... I didn't see anything! Please continue, please continue!"

"Zhao Zhao, this is the second time you've called someone else's name to me." Gu Chen's voice was somewhat somber. "This Jun Wu, is he very similar to me?"

Feeling a little guilty, Wu Zhao retorted, "No, that was an accident. You and he don't look alike at all!"

"You're so kind, how could you possibly be that big jerk?" He's Wu Zhao's source of power, a super treasure!

"Oh? Is that so?" Gu Chen's tone was somewhat puzzled. "It seems that Jun Wu is very important to you. You even called his name several times in your sleep."

Wu Zhao gritted his teeth: "Because he's a big liar! In short, you're completely different!"

She emphasized this, but her eyes seemed somewhat unfocused.

"Then... can you let go of me now?" Gu Chen looked at his hand, which was being held tightly by her, and raised an eyebrow: "I feel a little uncomfortable like this."

Wu Zhao then realized that Gu Chen was on top of her, and through the thin blanket she could clearly feel his vigorous and powerful heartbeat.

The message shifted from calm to a slightly hurried tone.

"Zi, Zi Yao!" Wu Zhao called out awkwardly, "Quickly bring your patriarch's wheelchair in!"

Ziyao hesitated for a moment before cautiously pulling back the curtain.

Only after meeting the cold, stern gaze of their patriarch did they hunch their shoulders and push the wheelchair in.

After settling back into his wheelchair, Gu Chen cleared his throat: "The young master of the Wu family has arrived. He wants to inquire about the missing cameraman."

"Shen Jiaojiao is gone?" Wu Zhao sensed that the curse in her body was currently stable, and the caster was already far away from her.

Gu Chen asked Zi Yao to inform the Wu siblings, while he watched as Wu Zhao sat up from the bed.

“Yes, it was the police from the capital who came to pick them up,” Gu Chen said. “The police in Fengcheng have already transferred the case to the capital. It’s said that someone there gave the order personally.”

People from Imperial Capital?

Wu Zhao was somewhat puzzled, so she got up and got out of bed.

Turning the ring on his finger, Wu Zhao said, "Hmm... this is getting a bit complicated."

As they were talking, Wu Shiyu opened the door and walked in, followed by Wu Xingyun, who was like a little tail behind her.

Upon seeing Wu Zhao, she asked in a tense voice, "Miss Wu, do you have anything to say about the missing cameraman?"

Wu Shiyu's question was somewhat abrupt, and there was a hint of wariness in his eyes.

"Hmm? What should I... say?" Wu Zhao looked at her with some surprise.

“I’ve already gone to the place where the cameraman’s body was. The eerie atmosphere there has completely disappeared, and the cameraman’s body is gone too…”

Taking a deep breath, Wu Shiyu continued, "I investigated what happened back then, and my magic tells me... that you destroyed the cameraman's body."

"Miss Wu, if you can't give me a reasonable explanation, I'm afraid... you'll have to come with me!"

Wu Xingyun's eyes widened in disbelief as she exclaimed, "Sister, are you crazy?!"

"You mean, this, this old lady... is, a murderer?"