Miss Shen is Actually A Bigshot in Witchcraft

Chapter 169: Brother Fu Shi

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“Do you think I still care about this now?” Mu Chen lowered his head as he said gloomily, “For you, I’m willing to do anything…”

With a wave of his hand, the red dot in the distance approached.

Song Han narrowed his eyes and screamed, “There are so many ghosts!”

As he held the remaining cards in his hand, he quickly hid behind Lan Shan and asked Shen Chun carefully, “Sister-in-law, can we handle it?”

The black mass of huge ghosts ran like moose and gathered in front of Mu Chen before lowering their heads gloomily.

Shen Chun rolled her eyes at him. After following her for so long, he still knew nothing about her.

“Lan Shan, protect them well.” She used the Thunder God Whip to summon the universe lightning. With a single strike, a large number of ghosts’ souls dissipated. The sound of the ghost horses came from afar. They had also run over to save them.

However, this was a desolate place where ghost energy gathered. The more Mu Chen fought, the more emboldened he became. Shen Chun was quickly surrounded by ghosts and was a little overwhelmed.

They were in a place without spiritual energy and the Thunder God Whip had overdrafted her spiritual energy, so she began to feel dizzy.

“Chunchun!…”

Shen Chun almost fell into the hands of a ghost. Mu Chen screamed and hurriedly rushed towards Shen Chun, but it was too late.

Just as the ghost opened its black mouth and was about to bite her, Shen Chun quickly reacted. She gritted her teeth and swung her whip to give the other party a fatal blow.

“Stop!” Mu Chen threw out a white talisman. In an instant, a white light flashed and all the ghosts froze, their limbs drooping.

“Chunchun, are you alright?”

He anxiously pulled Shen Chun to check if there were any injuries on her shoulder, but Shen Chun kicked him in the chest.

“Get lost! Let us out now. Otherwise, don’t blame me for smashing your lousy mirror.” Of course, Shen Chun knew that she couldn’t stay here for long.

The mirror was a type of black sorcery that was mainly used to collect resentful ghosts. In the illusionary realm, low-level Daoists would quickly exhaust their spiritual energy and die.

If a high-level cultivator stayed for too long, the spiritual energy in his body would also be contaminated and he would cough up blood. If a mortal stayed inside, they would be bewitched by the resentful ghosts and their souls and flesh would be separated, leaving them there forever.

With this curse, there was no longer any relationship between them.

In his eyes, she was more like a tool to vent his desires.

“You can leave. Go out quickly and let him stay. This had always been my purpose. Chunchun, I’ve never thought of hurting you. As long as you leave him, we can live a good life. I’ll protect you for the rest of your life…” Mu Chen looked into Shen Chun’s eyes with an affectionate gaze.

Before he could finish speaking, the Thunder God Whip had already tied him up tightly and blue lightning was crackling at this moment.

How long was he going to keep playing such a boring trick?

Shen Chun looked at him with an impassive expression as she said, “From today onwards, we won’t interact anymore. I can let bygones be bygones. I don’t want to see you again.”

As she chanted the Thunder God Mantra in a low voice, blue lightning split the sky, and in an instant, the world lit up, but the demons on the ground still let out low moans.

“Bro, they won’t go berserk, will they?” Song Han grabbed Lan Shan’s fur tightly as he asked in fear.

Fu Shi glanced at him and said, “What are you afraid of?” Wasn’t his wife around?

As raindrops began to fall, the ghosts that touched the water wailed, then turned into black smoke. The empty mirror world instantly became filled with sorrow, and everyone present trembled.

Only Mu Chen was still smiling bitterly. “Chunchun, 1 haven’t seen you swing your whip in a long time. This is great…”

After Shen Chun stuck a talisman on his head, he finally shut up.

She suddenly felt that the world had fallen silent.

“Master, we’ll take our leave now.” The leader of the skeleton soldiers cupped his hands at her.

Shen Chun threw them a bag of golden silk sachets. “Take it. There are spirit stones and old mountains and plants inside as compensation. Thank you guys for your trouble this time.”

After the skeleton in the lead knelt down and accepted the sachet, he thanked them and left.

At this moment, Fu Shi heard some movement. After he looked around, his pupils suddenly dilated.

In the rain, a six to seven-year-old girl looked up at him with a smile as she said, “Brother Fu Shi, you’ve grown up!”