Miss Shen is Actually A Bigshot in Witchcraft - Chapter 192

Chapter 192: Dance Teacher

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Shen Chun went upstairs and told everyone, “She’s possessed. If you guys don’t want to get hurt, leave.”

At first, Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu didn’t agree to let her in. Just as they were about to stop Shen Chun, Fu Shi said, “Whoever doesn’t believe her doesn’t believe me either.”

Seeing Fu Shi’s confident expression, they realized that they had no better solution.

They had long heard that Shen Chun had extremely high attainments in metaphysics and was a famous figure in the metaphysical world.

After they exchanged looks of despair, they agreed.

The moment Shen Chun closed the door, Fu Shu was pulled into the air by a black shadow. Her neck was grabbed tightly, and she couldn’t even breathe.

The black shadow squirmed and stared at her with bulging eyes as it asked, “Who are you?”

It exerted force on her hand threateningly, and Fu Shu’s face flushed from lack of oxygen.

Shen Chun said with a smile, “Do 1 have to tell you who 1 am?”

She grabbed at the air, and the Thunder God Whip appeared in her palm with blue lightning. With a forceful swing, the whip shattered the malicious ghost into two.

The malicious ghost screamed and squirmed on the ground like a worm.

Seeing that the situation wasn’t good, it hurriedly crawled towards the window, but Shen Chun’s whip had already wrapped around it tightly and dragged it back.

“Tell me, who asked you to come?” Shen Chun looked down at the malicious ghost with an impassive expression.

The Black Witch had died a long time ago, but now, there was actually a malicious ghost, so it seemed that Mrs. Fu had a powerful background.

The malicious ghost widened its eyes and shook its head silently.

“You’re not going to tell me?” The blue lightning on the Thunder God Whip hissed like a snake as it electrocuted the malicious ghost, who stared at Fu Shu with bulging eyes, as if its eyes were about to pop out.

But it still didn’t say a word.

After a period of silence, its black body stretched towards Fu Shu in a strange posture. “Kill her and exchange her leg for mine…”

“Legs?” Shen Chun suddenly remembered what Fu Shu had said when she was drunk downstairs.

The ghost ignored her and looked at Fu Shu, like a hungry wolf staring at meat.

After Shen Chun sent a past life talisman over, the black shadow began to speak.

Fu Shu’s mother used to be a dance teacher who was in charge of teaching children ballet.

Her students included Fu Shu, who was still young at the time.

When Fu Shu was young, her body was very weak, and her coordination wasn’t good, so she couldn’t practice basic movements well. Most importantly, Fu Shu was too thin, so her body lines were not smooth at all. If she really wanted to perform at the theater, the smoothness and cordiality of her bodily movements were the top priority.

As an international ballet superstar, how could Madam Fu be willing to accept her daughter’s mediocre aptitude? She went around seeking medical treatment, but later met someone who gave her a wicked idea.

She would break the legs of the best student she had taught. As long as the other party’s spiritual energy was interrupted supernaturally, her daughter could absorb the other party’s spiritual energy and her legs would become more beautiful.

In one class, Fu Shu’s mother took a fancy to the most beautiful woman, so she walked behind her and helped her massage her legs as usual.

However, on this day, all the students noticed that this extremely resilient little girl began to scream.

“Teacher, I beg you to stop… it hurts too much.” The little girl turned around and begged for mercy, but Madam Fu’s expression became even more ferocious.

Finally, the child’s leg cracked, as if it was dislocated.

There was the smell of blood in the air.

“You haven’t been practicing well these few days, have you? You can’t even take this anymore?” Madam Fu snorted and forced the other students who were watching to go back and practice. “What are you guys looking at? It’ll be your turn next.”

“But Teacher, Luo Die seems to have fainted,” a student whispered.

After Madam Fu gave them a look, no one dared to make another sound.

After the lesson ended, Madam Fu informed everyone that the dance studio would close.

When Luo Die’s parents saw their child crying on the ground and that her legs seemed to be broken, they asked the teacher.

Madam Fu rolled her eyes. “She’s too lazy. If she doesn’t practice at home, who can she blame but herself?”

Since she was a famous ballerina, they could only accept it.

Luo Die’s parents brought the child home to recuperate, but the child couldn’t stand up even after a week.

After they asked the doctor, they were told that the child was already paralyzed..