Miss Shen is Actually A Bigshot in Witchcraft

After Shen Chun exerted strength, the black energy shattered.

As the red talisman began to spin, the red eyes in the center of the talisman looked like they were about to drip blood and the voice sounded like it came from the primeval land. “Who… are you?”

Why did she look exactly the same as the girl from thousands of years ago? It was as if she wanted to crush it.

After Shen Chun raised a talisman and gathered all the spiritual energy in her body on it, the talisman instantly shone with golden light.

While the golden light spread out like water, Shen Chun exerted strength and stuffed the talisman into the ghost curse’s eye.

The red light on the ghost curse disintegrated like powder and fell. “It’s you…”

Tears of blood flowed out of its blood-red eyes, and all kinds of blood vessels were twisting, as if they were trying their best to grab Shen Chun’s hand.

Shen Chun took a deep breath and said in a low voice, “Break.”

In an instant, the ghost curse disintegrated and turned into dust like pollen that fell to the ground.

The parking lot was below them and small holes had been burned in the places they had fallen.

“Fortune teller… 1 don’t think I can make it.” Dong Miao was out of breath as he spoke.

After Shen Chun turned around, she realized that Dong Miao’s legs were disappearing. Dong Miao’s face was covered in tears and they streamed down his handsome face.

While Shen Chun was in a daze, she felt that the air around her didn’t feel right. She reached out and a blue paper crane landed steadily in her palm.

“Yo, yo, little girl, you’re really lucky to still be alive.” The paper crane opened its mouth to speak, but its voice was Dong Xin’s.

When Shen Chun looked up, she saw that Dong Xin was chatting with his fans enthusiastically.

When she took a closer look, she saw a sea of blue paper cranes not far away stabbing towards her!

The blue color was Dong Miao’s favorite color, so it was obvious that this was a paper crane sent by a fan.

Dong Xin had extracted a portion of her soul and given it to the paper crane. Now, they were his incarnations.

Since he had refined a forbidden technique, Shen Chun had no reason to hold back anymore. After she took out the Thunder God Whip and lashed it fiercely, the paper cranes burned and fell to the ground like falling flowers.

Even if his soul dissipated today, she would take him back to the Netherworld.

The paper cranes seemed to have read Shen Chun’s thoughts and let out strange laughter as they said, “Dong Miao, Dong Miao, for more than 20 years, I felt that you were the one who deserved to die.”

When Dong Miao heard that his voice was very similar to his, he suddenly thought of the brother his mother had once mentioned to him. “You’re the older brother?”

The paper crane’s laughter became even sharper. “Who are you calling brother? You’re not worthy of being my younger brother. 1 don’t even want to think about the disgusting things you did. Do you know how disgusting 1 felt in your body?! Go to hell!”

Large batches of paper cranes became especially sturdy because they carried too much mental strength and spiritual energy from the fans. There were even a few times when Shen Chun’s lightning failed to hurt them.

Seeing that the paper crane was about to dive towards Dong Miao, Shen Chun immediately took out all her talismans and used the fastest speed to form the Thunder God Curse.

A huge bolt of lightning lit up the night sky.

The power went out and the screen became pitch-black.

Amidst the darkness, Dong Miao’s voice was like a thunderclap. “You want to play? Then I’ll play with you.”

At first, no one cared and the live-stream was still ongoing. The most important thing now was to recharge electricity. Every second of less traffic would be a loss.

Everyone was busy. When they turned on the lights again, they saw that Dong Miao was sitting on the windowsill with a look of enjoyment.

Once he sat down, everyone quickly came over to drag him.

However, before anyone could touch him, he gestured for them to stop. “Don’t come over. Get out.”

Why was this young master so mentally unstable recently?

Fortunately, they were already used to this brat. On the surface, everyone was obedient to him, but in fact, they had already started calling the fire department behind his back.

Downstairs, there were blue fragments spread out in a thick layer like snowflakes.

“Why did the paper cranes given by the fans get blown out?” While everyone was panicking, they were still puzzled. What kind of demonic wind was this?

Most importantly, they felt a pain in their temples as they looked at the two long legs hanging down from upstairs.

What was this Young Master trying to do?