Miss Shen is Actually A Bigshot in Witchcraft

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

“You’re quite bold.” Song Han snorted and gave the people beside him a look.

“How can I compare to the person beside you?” Shen Chun flexed her wrist and said, “Who doesn’t know that Master Bei Chen is a liar? You chose to believe him, so it seems that you aren’t any smarter.”

“I can judge for myself whether he’s a liar or not. Master Bei Chen saved my life, so I have to avenge him today. As for you, if you have the time to spout nonsense, you might as well find a few people to help you, to prevent others from saying that we’re bullying you with numbers.”

With that, Song Han waved his hand, then the lackeys who had been prepared rushed out with steel pipes and pounced on Shen Chun fiercely.

However, before they could get close, they were kicked away by Shen Chun. Her gaze was sharp, and her intimidating aura actually suppressed Song Han’s.

“Is that all your subordinates can do?”

Song Han’s expression froze for a moment before he ordered, “Everyone, attack!”

A few more people rushed out, but in the blink of an eye, everyone was lying on the ground. No one even saw Shen Chun’s movements clearly.

Master Bei Chen swallowed in fear and couldn’t help but take a few steps back. “Master Han, what should we do now?”

“What a bunch of trash.” Song Han’s expression was fierce as he clenched his fists and walked towards Shen Chun.

After Shen Chun kicked the steel pipe under his feet, the steel pipe drew a perfect parabola in the air and landed accurately on Song Han’s head.

“You…” Master Bei Chen panicked. Then, he pulled the bandage on his body as he turned to run.

“You actually want to run?” Shen Chun raised her hand and a talisman flew to Master Bei Chen. In an instant, there was a clap of thunder. White smoke came out of Master Bei Chen’s head and he fell to the ground in a daze.

When the surrounding people heard the commotion, they went over and saw that Master Bei Chen’s entire face had been charred black. His entire body was twitching like a fish that had just come ashore.

“Damn it! What kind of sorcery is this?!” Song Han was also stunned. He covered his head as he stood up and the way he looked at Shen Chun changed. “Who are you?!”

Shen Chun smiled and raised the talisman in her hand. “Do you want to try it too?”

“No.” The lackey beside Song Han spoke up for him. Then, they carried him away from the street quickly. After a while, they returned and carried Master Bei Chen away.

No one dared to look at Shen Chun the entire time, for fear that she would lose her temper.

After the matter was easily resolved, Shen Chi walked over with his mouth agape. “Sister, why were you so powerful just now? Are you Ultraman?”

Shen Chun patted his head and made up an excuse. “I’m not Ultraman. That was a magic trick. If you like it, I’ll teach it to you in the future.”

Shen Chi clapped his hands in surprise. “Then I want to learn from you!”

“Okay, let’s go eat before we start.”

—-

In Yawang Villa, Song Han was complaining to Fu Shi. Uncle Shang handed him an ice pack and told him to use it to cover the big bump on his forehead.

“Cousin, you have to avenge me.” Song Han collapsed onto the sofa. “That woman isn’t human. I don’t know where she got the lightning from, but it struck Master Bei Chen. The bump on my head was also caused by her hitting me with a steel pipe. I remember that you know the masters of the Three Pure Temple. Can you introduce them to me so that I can punish that witch?”

Fu Shi narrowed his eyes and sized up Song Han.

“Why would she hit you for no reason?”

Song Han felt speechless and embarrassed. He wanted to teach her a lesson, but in the end, he was taught a lesson.

He stammered, “I-I was just taking revenge for someone.”

Fu Shi sneered. “You’re asking me for help after something happened? You reap what you sow.”

Song Han was Fu Shi’s aunt’s child. He had been impulsive since he was young and his aunt had always doted on him. In the end, he developed a rebellious and unruly personality.

He was from a blue-blood family, but he dressed up like a hipster and mingled with hooligans every day.

Previously, on account of his aunt, Fu Shi had helped Song Han deal with trouble a few times. In the end, Song Han became even more unscrupulous.

“Cousin, you can’t just watch me get bullied and not do anything. She hit me with a steel pipe. My skull was almost bashed.”

“You deserved it.”