Ever since the witch hunt, White Witches had been incognito. Even their trusted aides had a hard time getting their real addresses.

They had developed their own language that could hide secret information behind ordinary words.

On the business card in Shen Chun’s hand, the real address was beside the tallest camphor tree halfway up the mountain.

Before he saw the tree, Song Han was already out of breath.

“How far is it?” He looked at Shen Chun eagerly, in hopes that she could fly halfway up the mountain with a talisman or a sword.

But Shen Chun could tell what he was thinking at a glance.

“No, this is the deep mountains, so there are very few people here, and the spiritual energy is sparse. I don’t want to waste spiritual energy, so you should climb slowly.” Besides, Fu Shi hadn’t come over yet. If anything happened to him, he wouldn’t even be able to save himself.

Just as he was feeling dizzy from all the climbing, he finally saw a camphor tree that could only be carried by five or six people.

The camphor trees were lush and filled with spiritual energy.

Shen Chun’s heart skipped a beat when she saw a very small sandalwood treehouse beside her.

The business card in her hand turned into a leaf and drifted away with the wind.

At this moment, the outline of the wooden house became clearer and clearer. The ground under Shen Chun’s feet shook violently as the tree house expanded.

Shen Chun was basically certain that this was the treehouse of the witch they were looking for, so she went forward and knocked on the door.

However, only after a long time did someone finally respond. The witch’s voice was low and hoarse, as if she was a little wary. “Who is it?”

Shen Chun said, “I’m Fu Heng’s sister-in-law, Shen Chun.” Shen Chun already felt that something was wrong.

White Witches had always been known for being gentle and friendly, but the other party didn’t seem to welcome strangers at all.

Besides, rumor had it that the houses of White Witches usually had a very pleasant sandalwood fragrance, but this house only had the damp smell of rust.

Song Han covered his nose and was unwilling to move his hand away. “This really isn’t…”

“Oh, come in.” When the white witch stuck her head out, Song Han screamed in fear. The birds in the forest behind him were so frightened that they scattered.

The woman in front of them was so haggard that she didn’t look like the little girl Fu Shi’s brother talked about at all!

The skin on her right side had been charred, and the blood had formed a thick scar, making her almost blind right eye look even more lifeless.

Her long white hair was as fluffy as withered grass, making her look like an old witch from a fairy tale.

“Monster,” Song Han said softly. Then, he fell down.

The White Witch twisted her wrist and mica powder flew out of her sleeve, holding him back. “This is Heng’s brother?”

With tears in her left eye, she asked Shen Chun tentatively and expectantly, “Did Fu Heng ask you to come?”

Shen Chun nodded and asked worriedly, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Come in and sit.” The White Witch wiped her tears as she let them enter the house.

Her furniture seemed to have been attacked by a tsunami. Not a single intact chair could be seen.

She placed Song Han on the ground and sprinkled some mica powder in the air as she said, “Miss Shen, please take a look.”

Fu Heng’s face appeared in the sparkling mica powder.

After Fu Heng stepped into the magic array she had set up, the White Witch’s house began to shake violently.

The White Witch hurriedly used all her strength to resist, but she was still defeated.

A hole opened in the roof, and a beautiful woman grabbed her throat. “How dare you break my curse? You don’t want to live anymore, huh?”

Perhaps because her grip was too strong, the White Witch couldn’t make a sound. However, with a light point of her slender finger, the door beside her closed.

“Are you going against me?” The woman in the black cheongsam grabbed the White Witch’s face with a beautiful and crazy smile.

“Have you fallen in love? Let me help you.” As she spoke, a white flame burned in her hand, and the White Witch’s face gradually turned charred in her palm.

The White Witch struggled for a long time, but watched helplessly as the black sorcerer burned all the herbs she had painstakingly collected. Then, tears fell..