Her destiny stolen? The Divine Witch Ancestor has returned!

Chapter 172 The Old Man's Unyielding Spirit

Shen Jiaojiao led the elderly man on a tour of the villa and met many guests.

Seeing the fear and trepidation on those people's faces, Shen Jiaojiao's smugness became even more obvious.

"Alright, girl, I'm getting old too, my old bones can't take this much of your abuse!" Although Old Feng said this, he still stayed by Shen Jiaojiao's side and didn't leave.

"Oh dear, I got a little carried away. I was too happy. Grandpa Feng, please don't mind." Shen Jiaojiao blushed a little and said shyly, "Let me take you to rest. There are special rest rooms prepared for distinguished guests upstairs."

Old Feng nodded: "Alright, alright, I'll listen to you, girl."

The two men, accompanied by their guards, went upstairs and quickly disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Because of the guards present, Wu Zhao's gaze did not linger on the two of them.

Just as the guards dispersed and stood vigilantly at the stairwell and nearby, Wu Zhao casually walked to the window.

The sky outside the window was pitch black, and there wasn't a trace of the moon in sight.

However, Wu Zhao sensed a trace of the power of law from the darkness.

It was as if they were spying on something.

She shrugged and said, "It's not me. Remember not to hit the wrong person later."

The Laws of Heaven: ...

After the distinguished guests arrived, Shen Yiheng, beaming with pride, began to host the banquet.

Wu Zhao was surprisingly quiet.

No one noticed that she was slowly turning the ring on her hand, at a speed that seemed like she was counting.

Shen Yiheng was passionately recounting the difficulties he faced in moving his company from Haicheng to the capital, while also subtly mentioning the care he had received from the Ye family and Elder Feng.

The sparse applause from below only intensified the smugness in Shen Yiheng's eyes.

Just as he was getting excited, the chandelier above his head suddenly flickered.

Then the power suddenly went out.

After a brief silence, a gasp of surprise rang out from the panicked crowd.

"What happened? Why did the power suddenly go out?"

"It's so dark, don't push me!"

"Ugh, who touched me? You shameless bastard!"

Amidst the chaos of war, a sudden clap of thunder rang out outside the window.

The sound was so loud it seemed to be right next to everyone's ears.

Wu Zhao, leaning against the window, curled his lips into a mocking smile: "They're here..."

Good luck, Shen Jiaojiao.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Terrified screams echoed from upstairs, accompanied by continuous thunder.

Bang bang bang—it sounded like something had been hit.

There was thunder and lightning, but no rain fell.

Lightning flashed into the banquet hall, making it as bright as day. It illuminated the guests huddled on the floor, too afraid to move, and Shen Yiheng, whose face was deathly pale with anxiety.

"W-what happened..."

Someone asked tremblingly.

"That thunder was terrifying... Can you smell something burning...?"

"Yes, is something burnt?"

Wu Zhao chuckled. "Is it possible that someone was struck by lightning?"

what?

The next second, the lights in the banquet hall suddenly came on again.

The smell of burnt flesh became even stronger.

"Feng, Old Feng!" A voice filled with alarm and anger came from upstairs, followed by an officer running down the stairs at breakneck speed.

His hand was on his waist, his gaze coldly sweeping over everyone in the banquet hall: "Everyone, stay put! Anyone who moves will be killed!"

"Hmph." Wu Zhao sneered.

Her laughter immediately attracted the attention of the officers in the quiet banquet hall.

Some bewildered guests, though hesitant to move, still asked, "What's going on? What happened?"

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask!" The officer warned, glancing at the crowd before returning his gaze to Wu Zhao.

Although he knew someone had been struck by lightning, Wu Zhao felt somewhat regretful for not having witnessed the incident.

But she checked the time and knew she had to leave, so she ignored the officer's warning and prepared to go.

"Don't move!" the officer emphasized again, even drawing his gun from his waist.

To everyone's surprise, Wu Zhao merely glanced at him indifferently and said, "No one can decide whether I stay or leave. You'd be better off going to see the person you all revere as a god one last time."

"Shut up! How dare you curse Old Feng!" The officer's expression changed drastically. "Who are you? What do you know?"

"Idiot." Wu Zhao couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention.

If you can't even notice that the person you're protecting has changed, what kind of close-combat bodyguard are you?

After the old man's body was occupied, not a single trace was left.

It seems that the original spirit has either been eliminated or left.

Those who possess the golden body of merit are protected by the laws of heaven, even if they are spirits.

I suppose... he left on his own.

Turning the ring on his finger, Wu Zhao suddenly raised an eyebrow.

This old man... is still alive and well?

An ambulance siren sounded outside the door, and soon paramedics rushed in carrying a stretcher.

Soon the guests downstairs knew what had been burned.

Because medical staff carried down a body that had been charred black by lightning from upstairs.

The body looked so shrunken from being split open that it was a truly gruesome sight.

Is this person... still alive?

Shen Jiaojiao, who was also affected, was helped down the stairs with a look of fear on her face.

“Dad! Grandpa Feng…” Shen Jiaojiao burst into tears upon seeing Shen Yiheng. “Grandpa Feng, I don’t know what happened, he was suddenly struck by lightning!”

Her expression was one of fear.

Because the lightning seemed to have locked onto Elder Feng, striking him continuously until he was reduced to charred remains!

Even Shen Jiaojiao, who had been standing aside and later started to avoid the situation, was affected.

Shen Yiheng felt a pang of heartache upon seeing the marks on her arm. "Achuan, hurry and take your sister to the hospital for treatment. Please, please don't let her have any scars!"

"Mom was also frightened and is inside. Dad, please go and check on her!" Shen Jiaojiao said as she walked outside.

"I said, no one is allowed to leave!" The officer's face was grim as he waited for the medical staff to take Old Feng away.

Shen Jiaojiao froze for a moment, then smiled weakly: "I'm sorry... I, I'm also a victim, and my injuries aren't fake either."

The officer said coldly, "Wait. No one is allowed to leave until it's confirmed that this was an accident!"

His gaze then fell upon Wu Zhao, only to find that Wu Zhao seemed to be... lost in thought.

While no one was paying attention, Wu Zhao was actually bargaining with the Yin Spirit.

"Old man, aren't you going too far? Do you think I'd stuff you back into that charred corpse?"

"You've managed to find this old man here, so what's wrong with helping me? If I don't go back, those little brats will be crying their eyes out!"

Wu Zhao pouted, "Still crying? You can't even recognize yourself. With you calling them so fondly, they're mistaking other people for you!"

A long sigh followed, and an aged voice explained, "Those brats aren't unable to recognize you, they just dare not..."

"My lord, I've lived a long and fulfilling life. The only thing I can't let go of is these youngsters."

"They might have sensed something was wrong, but they're just afraid to confirm it..."

"Please, have mercy and let me tell them, just once."