Her destiny stolen? The Divine Witch Ancestor has returned!

Ling Qinghuan was born weak and nearly died at the age of three.

To protect her, the Ling couple kept her at home and never exposed her to the outside world.

But when she was nine years old, she inexplicably appeared at an abandoned construction site a few kilometers away from her home.

He was on the verge of death.

Seeing her daughter, whom she had finally brought into the world, lying on the verge of death, covered in blood, amidst the scattered rubble, Madam Ling, He Qing, nearly collapsed.

Having been rescued from the brink of death, the little girl, once she regained consciousness, claimed that her parents had taken her out of the house.

In their horror, the couple had no choice but to seek help from a master of esoteric arts.

At that time, a high-ranking monk at Linghan Temple on the outskirts of Beijing predicted that Ling Qinghuan's fate was too weak and extremely special, and that she would be coveted by some evil sorcerers or evil spirits.

If she cannot find someone whose fate is compatible with hers, she probably won't live past ten years old.

Moreover, she must be kept in the temple indefinitely, so that the Buddhist energy in the temple can suppress the aura emanating from her.

Until the age of twenty-five.

So Ling Shurui searched all the orphanages in the capital and found a girl who was still very young at the time.

She was named Ling Fei and brought back to the Ling family.

Perhaps because they felt indebted to her, the Ling couple almost always granted Ling Fei's requests, hoping that she could suppress Ling Qinghuan's fate.

However, Ling Fei's greed made her dissatisfied with merely being Ling Qinghuan's substitute; she wanted to completely replace Ling Qinghuan.

Without the knowledge of the Ling family couple, she secretly replaced the talisman drawn by the high monk.

They wanted to kill Ling Qinghuan on her 25th birthday, the day she left the temple!

The Ling couple, carrying the talisman given to them by Lan Yao, rushed to Linghan Temple on the outskirts of the capital.

Seeing the familiar car parked outside, Ling Shurui was somewhat surprised: "Yu Chen is here? Shouldn't he be at the company today?"

"They're probably here to see Qinghuan. Old Ling, hurry up and leave, don't delay them."

He Qing grabbed his hand and caught her breath; the two of them had come so quickly that she was still a little exhausted.

Ling Shurui helped her up, saying, "Don't worry, honey, we've arrived. Qinghuan will be fine!"

As soon as the two arrived at the room where Ling Qinghuan was staying, they heard faint sobbing coming from inside.

hoarse and sorrowful.

He Qing was startled and rushed over to push open the door.

Ling Fei knelt on the ground in a panic, crying uncontrollably, while Ling Yuchen held a frail and slender figure in his arms, his face ashen.

There was a puddle of spilled medicinal soup on the ground, the brown liquid flowing all over the place.

A slightly bitter smell spread throughout the room.

"What happened? Feifei...why are you crying like this?" He Qing felt sorry for Ling Fei and wanted to help her up. "Yu Chen, how can you, as her older brother, let Feifei kneel on the ground?"

Suddenly, Ling Yuchen said with a cold laugh, "I only have one younger sister, and she's in my arms right now."

"As for the rest, who knows which garbage dump these imposters came from!"

Ling Shurui's expression tightened: "Yu Chen! What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Dad, Mom, why don't you ask your daughter, whom you've raised with such care and affection for over ten years, what she's actually done?"

Ling Yuchen interrupted his father without ceremony, and hugged his younger sister, who was so thin she looked like a sheet of paper, tightly in his arms.

His voice trembled with pain: "My sister, she almost killed me!"

what? !

He Qing's hand froze in mid-air. She nervously pulled out the talisman: "Yu Chen, this is a talisman sent from the Gu family. Quickly give it to your sister—"

Ling Fei was initially delighted to see the Ling family couple arrive, but when she saw Madam Ling anxiously turn around and hand a small yellow talisman to Ling Yuchen, she was surprised.

She panicked and scrambled to her feet to snatch the talisman.

How could we possibly let her plan fail at the last minute!

Unfortunately, it seemed as if Ling Yuchen had already anticipated her actions. He picked up Ling Qinghuan and kicked Ling Fei away without any politeness!

"Yu Chen!" Ling Shurui looked at him in shock. "You, calm down."

Just as He Qing placed the talisman in Ling Qinghuan's arms, she heard Ling Qinghuan whimper as if she was about to wake up.

"Qinghuan?" Ling Yuchen called her name softly and cautiously.

Ling Qinghuan opened her eyes in a daze.

Her beautiful, light brown eyes were clear and bright. She weakly curled the corners of her lips and said, "Brother."

"I'm here, I'm late." Ling Yuchen looked into his sister's eyes and felt a surge of heat in his own.

He asked, "Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Ling Qinghuan shook her head. "I'm fine. I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere."

Ling Shurui and He Qing also came over, and the couple looked at her nervously, their eyes welling up with tears.

Ling Fei looked at Ling Qinghuan, who was surrounded by people, with jealousy, her eyes gleaming red.

Why...

Why isn't she dead yet?!

But it'll be over soon, almost done... Staring in Ling Qinghuan's direction, he gripped the thing in his pocket tightly.

Ling Fei managed to say, "It's so good that Qinghuan is alright... Mom and Dad, you came in such a hurry, please get some rest."

Seeing He Qing's slightly pale lips, Ling Qinghuan frowned and said remorsefully, "Mom, I'm fine. You don't need to be so worried..."

He Qing almost burst into tears looking at her exceptionally sensible daughter.

She nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, Mom's not nervous. Don't frown, tell your brother to put you down."

Ling Qinghuan frowned, wanting to refuse, but she held back and didn't speak.

So Ling Yuchen turned around and carefully walked to the bedside, and under Ling Fei's somewhat anxious gaze, he put Ling Qinghuan down—

"If you want her to live, don't let her go."

A cold, clear voice came from outside the door.

Ling Yuchen tensed up and immediately hugged Ling Qinghuan tightly.

He took a few steps back, turned around, and saw Wu Zhao walking in.

Behind him was Gu Chen, who was being pushed in a wheelchair by Lan Yao.

"It's you!"

Ling Yuchen exclaimed in surprise.

Wu Zhao waved his hand, "I have a name, my name is Wu Zhao."

After she came in, she first looked at He Qing's face before walking to Ling Yuchen's side.

He raised his hand and touched Ling Qinghuan's somewhat cold hand.

"It really is a spirit..."

He secretly channeled a little spiritual energy into her, and only after feeling the hand become slightly warm did Wu Zhao release it.

Ling Qinghuan felt a warm current suddenly surge through her body, warming her stiff and cold hands and feet.

She blinked and stared at Wu Zhao.

With a sigh, Wu Zhao went straight to the bed where she was sleeping and lifted the sheets.

A dark red totem is faintly visible on the mattress.

"What is this!" Ling Shurui was standing by the bed and immediately saw the extremely ominous totem.

Wu Zhao understood: "It's something that will take your daughter's life."

Turning his head to glance at Ling Fei, who seemed a little guilty, Wu Zhao said calmly, "It's probably not your own idea to prepare something like this. You have... a mystic by your side."

"Tell me, who drew this deadly array for you?"

He Qing looked at her with trembling hands: "Feifei, it was you...you wanted to kill Qinghuan?!"

Ling Fei shook her head frantically, screaming, "How could this be! Mom, don't you believe me?!"

"She's just a complete stranger, Mom, don't let her fool you!"

She clenched her fists, glaring maliciously at Wu Zhao: "Who knows if she's after the Ling family and wants to stand up for that cripple! I'm going to marry Yue Jinsheng!"

Ling Fei naturally knew about the Gu family's secrets, otherwise she wouldn't have agreed to marry Yue Jinsheng.

"Fool." Wu Zhao's icy gaze swept over her hands hidden behind her back.

She twirled the ring on her finger and snapped her fingers.

"Ding."

A small, exquisite doll fell to the ground.

The lifelike doll looked exactly like Ling Qinghuan!

"what is this?"

A small paper figure floated out of Gu Chen's pocket, its body still slightly wrinkled from being wet.

It slowly floated to the ground and easily picked up the little doll.

He ran quickly to Wu Zhao's side and held it up like a treasure.

"No! Give it back to me—" Ling Fei screamed and lunged forward.

Wu Zhao frowned: "Stop."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ling Fei froze in mid-air, as if she was about to pounce.

hiss--

The Ling couple swallowed nervously.

Wu Zhao picked up the little doll and smiled with a hint of amusement.

"The power of will..."

"It seems there's a reason why you like Shen Jiaojiao."

The doll had a familiar aura of yin energy about it.

"I'd like to see what other tricks Shen Jiaojiao has up her sleeve!"

Under Ling Fei's desperate and crazed gaze, Wu Zhao crushed the doll.

There was a pop.

Ling Fei coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"You bitch, you slut..."

"I curse you, I... I curse you!"

Before she could finish speaking, her eyes widened and she was completely lifeless.

At the same time, a black aura suddenly shot out from her body.

It slammed violently into Wu Zhao's body!

Gu Chen pressed down on the wheelchair and whispered:

"Zhao Zhao!"