Chapter 127

"Disgusting!" I spat on the ground, glaring at Irene Powell's twisted, aged face with pure revulsion.

"If that heartless man wanted to die with that bitch, then I'll make sure the company he built with his life's work falls into the hands of the very people who murdered his daughter and grandson!"

"The best part?" Her voice grated like sandpaper as she sneered. "The bastard child you birthed will be the one to hand it over to them. How delicious!"

The old hag had come to settle scores today, laying all her cards on the table.

Her murky eyes suddenly locked onto me, venom dripping from her gaze. "And you—you meddlesome little wretch! If not for your interference, my plan would've succeeded long ago!"

"I wanted that faithless man to die in anguish! I wanted his daughter to suffer for eternity!"

Her scheme had been within reach—until I ruined everything. First, I altered the ghost marriage arrangement. Then I exposed Julian. Now even her cursed dagger plot had crumbled.

"Today, you die!"

Hearing her vendetta made my blood boil.

"What kind of twisted, shameless monster are you?" My hands trembled with rage. "Since when is not loving you a crime?"

"Look at yourself! No wonder no one wanted you!" I shot back without mercy. "You threw yourself at him, got rejected, and now you seek revenge? Pathetic!"

This lunatic was unbelievable. Blaming everyone else for her miserable life.

Her father rejecting this madwoman was the wisest decision he ever made!

The witch's face darkened. "You insolent brat! I was going to make your death quick, but now I'll ensure you suffer!"

"After you die, I'll mummify your corpse and torment you daily!"

I scoffed. "You think you can?"

"Your life force is in chaos. You should've died at fifty, but you've been stealing lives to prolong yours." I saw right through her. "No wonder you targeted those born under Yin years and months."

Irene gasped. "You're behind all those mysterious deaths in the village?"

"Of course!" The witch cackled. "Everyone who wronged me must die!"

She counted on her fingers: "Villagers who mocked me, my ex-husband's entire family, their relatives..." Her eyes gleamed with madness. "None were spared!"

Irene recoiled. This woman was utterly deranged!

"Enough talk." The witch suddenly grinned eerily. "Time to send you off."

She snapped open a wooden box, revealing an ancient dagger glowing with sinister light.

"Activate!" She bit her finger and smeared blood on the blade.

A chilling wind howled as the dagger levitated. The room plunged into suffocating darkness.

"Did you really think I'd waste time chatting?" The witch gloated. "I set this death trap the moment I stepped inside!"

Irene and Vincent clutched their throats, faces turning blue as if invisible hands strangled them.

Just as they neared unconsciousness, their protective charms burst into flames. They collapsed onto the sofa.

But I was prepared. With a flick of my fingers, I commanded, "Break!"

Seven golden beams shot through the windows, shattering the witch's array. The eerie wind vanished instantly.

"You—!" The witch paled. "When did you—"

"Just a step ahead." I smirked. I'd left countermeasures after dealing with the cursed stone.

Furious, she slapped a blood-stained talisman onto the dagger. The blade's malevolence exploded—nearby plants withered before our eyes!

"Die!" she shrieked.

The dagger shot toward my heart like a green bolt!

The witch's hair turned white, her face withering—she was burning her lifespan to power the cursed weapon!

I raised my compass to block it. This millennia-old blade reeked of death—if I could subdue it...

"Look out!" Irene and Vincent cried.

The dagger veered—straight for my throat!