After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 90 - 073: Punishment (3rd Update)

Chapter 90: Chapter 073: Punishment (3rd Update)

The black robe was pulled up by a force.

He looked at Chloe Stephens in shock.

From the beginning, Chloe hadn’t moved at all.

Just by lifting her hand, she had thrown him to the ground with force.

Now he could feel the pain in his bones all over his body.

"Who are you? You must have learned our kind of witchcraft."

"Witchcraft, I did practice it."

Chloe’s voice was bland.

There was no change of emotion on her face.

"No, it doesn’t belong to witchcraft. Is it an ability like thunder and lightning? It doesn’t seem like that either."

The girl just stood there, giving him a kind of unprecedented chill and pressure.

If it weren’t for the race issue, he might not be able to control his knees.

He was eager to learn what kind of power Chloe had just used.

"To break my witchcraft, it must be..."

"It’s immortal arts."

"..."

Did he look like an idiot?

There are no immortals in the Earthly Realm.

"How do you want to die?"

"..."

The girl’s words weren’t a joke.

She really wanted to kill him.

The color of the black-robed man’s face changed drastically. He knew that the girl in front of him had the ability to slap him to death with one hand.

Thud.

The black-robed man knelt down to Chloe, "Noble fairy, I was wrong, please spare me... As long as you let me go, I will obey you completely..."

He tried to use every Herta language he could think of.

Chloe stared at him quietly.

With a kind of deathly stare.

"It’s ’to show mercy’ and ’looking up to you as the head of a horse’."

"Yes, I will be your horse head in battle..."

Chloe’s lips straightened.

She raised her hand.

"Slap!"

A palm wind knocked the black-robed man unconscious.

A hand beckoned, and the watching black cat jumped over, spitting out a disgusting black worm from its mouth.

The worm crawled into the black-robed man’s mouth and disappeared.

*

The night was deep.

A slender figure standing on the top of a tall building, looking down at the hustle and bustle below.

Nightfall at the mountain county was also lively.

In the villa cluster on the slope not far from the tall building.

Albert Webb was arranging rooms for a few Hawthorne family disciples.

All of them were boys and were arranged to one side of the place.

Madison Webb came back today as well. After a few days of hospitalization, she didn’t dare to stay up too late with Albert and the others.

She returned to her room early.

Upon receiving a message on her phone, she frowned as she saw it was sent by that person.

After a while, she still went out and came to the gate of the villa.

Just about to look around.

Suddenly.

A face appeared in front of her.

Madison was startled.

She looked at the man’s face and his black robe with a very unhappy expression.

"What are you doing here? Don’t you dare get me in trouble."

She was afraid that someone would discover his traces.

The black-robed man stared at her without a word, his eyes a little strange.

On the top floor.

Chloe, standing on the edge, raised her hand and grabbed at the air.

The black-robed man in front of Madison suddenly moved.

He was conscious, but his will was controlled.

Several black worms crawled out of his black robe.

Madison’s face changed drastically.

"You’re attacking me, don’t you know..."

Before she could finish speaking, the worms burrowed into her body and took control of her.

Like the black-robed man, she was conscious but couldn’t control her body.

"What’s going on, what’s going on here?"

She shouted, but she couldn’t move.

She raised her own hand and slapped herself several times, still yelling, looking like a madwoman.

The black-robed man looked at her sympathetically.

He couldn’t move either, and everything he did was controlled by others. He had no choice.

She could still speak, but he couldn’t.

He knew who did all of this.

It was that terrifying girl.

"Smack, smack, smack!"

Madison stood outside the gate, continually slapping herself.

There stood a black-robed man across from her.

The Webb family members who heard the commotion all ran out.

Evelyn, dressed in her clothes, stood inside the door. Hearing her daughter’s cries clearly, she also ran over in shock.

"Madison, Madison, what has happened to you?"

"Mom, I... I can’t control myself. Someone has put a curse on me."

She could only say it was a curse.

It couldn’t be witchcraft.

Albert Webb was surprised as he stepped forward and looked at Madison’s ugly crying face.

Her fair face was swollen from slaps.

She didn’t show any mercy to herself.

"Stop hitting yourself, Madison, stop hitting yourself." Evelyn reached out to grab her, but her daughter’s strength pushed her away.

The smacking sounds continued.

Evelyn’s attempts to stop her were in vain.

Madison cried out, "Mom, call Aunt Emily..."

"Yes, yes, call your Aunt Emily. She must have a solution."

Evelyn took out her mobile phone and called Emily Lynch.

"Hello, Emily, please save Madison!"

*

In Sheffield City, at the Lynch home.

Emily Lynch had just entered the house and told the uncles and aunts about Old Lynch’s situation in the mountain county. Immediately after entering her room, she received Evelyn’s call.

She was very familiar with her sister-in-law’s temperament.

It must have been she needed help with something again.

As expected, Emily picked up the phone and heard Evelyn’s cry for help.

After asking a few questions, Emily determined that Madison must have been cursed and controlled by someone.

"Do you know who the other party is?"

"Madison said it was a western man wearing a black robe. Emily, what should we do now? Madison’s face is all swollen from slapping."

Emily frowned slightly: "The situation seems to be like western witchcraft."

"Witchcraft!"

Such a thing really existed.

"I’ll rush over right away, but for now, don’t act recklessly."

Emily Lynch hung up the phone and hurried to leave the city at night.

*

Under the night sky.

With a wave of Chloe’s hand, Madison outside the villa gate vomited a lot of crow blood.

It looked like it was really caused by western witchcraft.

Albert Webb was frightened as well.

This bizarre event truly happened in reality, though he had known for a long time that such a thing existed in this world.

But seeing it with his own eyes was a completely different feeling.

"Bang."

Madison fell to the ground.

"Madison!"

With a shout, Chloe turned and walked downstairs.

As for the western man in a black robe, he was still vomiting filthy things in a certain corner.

He knew this was the punishment Chloe had given him.

But she hadn’t taken his life right away.

*

Old Madam was discharged from the hospital.

Everyone knew her condition well; it had come to a standstill.

She would need someone to take care of her in the future.

Yvette Foster went back and forth between Glamoriz and the Foster Family, making a show of it. She only returned to the villa late at night.

She entered, noticing that the light on the second floor was still on, and went upstairs to knock on the door.

"Chloe, you haven’t slept yet? Are you playing on the computer again? You have school tomorrow, so don’t sleep too late."

The door opened.

A faint smell of medicine wafted out.

Yvette peeked inside. The room was still the same. There was nothing wrong, just a faint smell of medicine floating in the air.

"Your Grandmother has been discharged. I’ll take care of her for a week. I’ll find a place for her tomorrow. There will be no breakfast in the morning, so just buy one outside."

"Okay."

"I’ll make arrangements tomorrow. At noon, we’ll go to your Second Uncle’s house for a nice meal."

"Okay."

Yvette Foster said, "Chloe, I’ve asked Nicholas Lincoln from Glamoriz to take care of the online issue. Evidence has been posted online, and everyone knows that you didn’t take the ribbon. Also, that celebrity has been taken away by a court. I don’t think she’ll appear in Mountain County again."

"That’s good," Chloe said, referring to her handling of the situation.

In her mind, she recalled the brief image the ribbon had brought her.

She pursed her lips.

That ribbon was definitely not from the surname Cheng.