Miss Shen is Actually A Bigshot in Witchcraft

When Song Han shouted, only then did Shen Chun notice that the shy young man had disappeared and his seat was empty.

Song Han’s face was covered in snot and tears as he said, “Sister-in-law, you just told us to be careful. Do you think something bad will happen to him?”

Shen Chun’s heart skipped a beat. The sorcerer opposite her didn’t look like a good person, so it was probably not a good thing for Zheng An to fall into her hands.

The audience’s attention was still focused on the painting that was about to appear, no one paid too much attention to Song Han’s fuss.

“Alright, sorry to keep everyone waiting. The auction for Mr. William’s painting will begin now!” The emcee snapped his fingers and the red velvet curtain slowly opened. Then, an exquisitely framed painting was pushed onto the stage.

When they saw the painting, everyone below the stage exclaimed.

It was a portrait of a little girl.

The little girl slept very peacefully with her eyes closed. Her fair face gave off a holy light, making people feel a sense of serenity.

“This is a famous painting by William and is called: The Sleeping Princess. It’s a classical painting in the industry. The starting price is 200,000 yuan. Those who like it can start raising their signs!”

The spiritual energy in that painting was rich and gentle, and Shen Chun took a fancy to it at a glance.

However, saving people was more important now, so Shen Chun instructed Luo Die to protect Fu Shi and the others before getting up and walking out.

“Do you like it? I’ll bid on it for you.” Fu Shi’s voice sounded behind her.

Shen Chun nodded gratefully. “Thank you, babe.”

Fu Shi was obviously flattered. “What’s the big deal? I’ll get it for you.”

He was the first to raise his sign. “250,000.”

Immediately, the other rich people present raised their signs.

However, Shen Chun wasn’t worried at all. She knew that as long as Fu Shi agreed, she would definitely get this painting.

Not long after they left the venue, Shen Chun smelled the strong scent of candles and sage outside.

Shen Chun took out a talisman and held it in her palm as she chanted the Thunder God Mantra. The talisman floated in the air as if it had suddenly come to life and led Shen Chun in the direction of the fragrance.

When it floated to an employee lounge in the corner, the talisman suddenly burned and turned into ashes.

It was clearly broad daylight, but the room was so dark that one couldn’t even see their fingers.

“Who are you?” A cold voice came from the dark room with a forbidding aura.

“Who are you? Hand her over, or don’t blame me for being ruthless.” The smell of sage in the room was very strong, but Shen Chun still smelled rotten wood.

Shen Chun raised her hand and threw out a talisman. Wherever the talisman went, it lit up with blue light.

In an instant, the room brightened and the small lounge was filled with bats. In the middle of the room, there was a tattered easel, and beside it, there were the ashes of sage.

The woman’s eyes were deeply sunken, and her hair was disheveled. If not for the paintbrush in her hand, Shen Chun would have thought that she was a beggar who had sneaked in.

Seeing the light of the talisman, the woman screamed hoarsely, “Who are you?! Why is your light so blinding?!”

She raised her paintbrush and pointed it at Shen Chun. “Don’t come over! Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude!”

The bats in the corner of the room opened their red eyes in unison and bared their fangs at Shen Chun.

Shen Chun grabbed at the air and the Thunder God Whip appeared in her palm with blue lightning. “Cut the crap and hand her over!”

The whip instantly rushed towards the woman like a dancing snake.

The woman’s eyes were filled with fear, but at the same time, a smile appeared on her lips. Then, she waved her paintbrush and drew a circle in the air. “You look pretty, so go in.”

A black hole appeared in the air, and a powerful force sucked Shen Chun in.

From the other end of the cave, the woman smiled at her mockingly. “You want him? Why don’t you find him yourself? But you’ll probably get lost in there before you find him.”

Almost instantly, the black hole closed.

Shen Chun fell heavily to the ground.

Around her, there was a world that was like an oil painting.

The soft chirping of birds and the dream-like European-style garden made Shen Chun wonder if she had transmigrated, until she heard the word “sister-in-law”.

Shen Chun looked up and saw Zheng An in court attire..