Ghost Exorciser: Is Loved By All-Chapter 767: Witch Head-1

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Chapter 767: Chapter 767: Witch Head-1

The black car pulled up fast, its tires screeching a little as it parked outside the orphanage.

Three people got out—all in dark suits and wearing sunglasses even though it wasn’t sunny anymore.

One of them was holding a thin briefcase, the second had a clipboard, and the last one looked like he thought he owned the world.

They walked up to Yu Holea with forced smiles on their faces.

"Miss Yu," said the one with the briefcase. "We heard there was some... misunderstanding about one of our old clients. We’d like to clear things up peacefully."

By then, Sun Weitao had already turned invisible. He stood next to Yu Holea, but no one could see him.

Yu Holea didn’t return the smile. Her arms were crossed, and her face was cold like a snowstorm.

"You mean the ’misunderstanding’ where you stole 99 million yuan from an orphanage?" she said quietly.

The man with the clipboard cleared his throat.

"Ah, well, you see... according to our records, Mr. Sun didn’t officially name the orphanage as the full beneficiary before his death. Because of that, we were only required to pay out 1 million yuan."

The man with the briefcase nodded.

"It’s completely legal. There’s nothing more to say, really."

Yu Holea’s eyes narrowed.

"Legal?" she said slowly. "Are you sure you want to stand by that word?"

The smug-looking man stepped forward.

"Miss Yu, you may be popular and all, but you’re not a lawyer. Let’s not cause a scene."

Yu Holea’s gaze turned even colder. "So you’re really not planning to return the money?" freewebnøvel.coɱ

He smiled. "There’s nothing to return. It’s not your business, anyway."

That was the last straw.

Yu Holea pulled out her phone.

In one swift move, she tapped on her live stream app. With one click, she went live.

A small chime sounded, and in the corner of the screen, thousands of viewers poured in within seconds.

She looked into the camera, her voice calm but strong.

"Hello, everyone. This is Yu Holea. I’m at an orphanage where a fallen special forces hero left his life insurance—100 million yuan—to the kids he loved.

But the insurance company standing behind me only paid 1 million. And now they’re saying that’s all they owe. Even though we have proof of the full policy."

The comment section exploded.

"I came here thinking Yu Holea was going to say that she was pranking everyone, but hearing this news, I am even more shocked."

"WHAT?!"

"That’s illegal!!"

"Those poor kids..."

"Expose them, Queen!!"

"How can they sleep at night?!"

The camera turned to the men in suits. They froze.

"Please turn that off," the man with the briefcase said quickly. "This is a private matter."

Yu Holea didn’t even look at him. "You had your chance to fix this privately. Now the public will decide."

She walked closer, still holding the phone up.

"The man I am talking about is this. He.." With that, she shared a picture on the phone, "gave his life serving this country. He grew up in this very orphanage. He wanted to make sure the next generation never suffered the way he did. And you"—she pointed at the insurance reps—took 99 million yuan meant for them. Then you hid behind paperwork and fine print."

More comments flew in.

"Name the company!!"

"We’ll boycott them!"

"They should be arrested!"

"Call the news!"

The suited men started sweating.

"Okay, okay," the smug one said quickly. "Miss Yu, maybe we can... talk things over. Come to the office, have a quiet discussion—"

"No," Yu Holea said. "Everything will be handled right here, in front of everyone."

She looked into the camera again.

"To all my followers: I’m asking you to help us make this right. Spread this video. Call them out. These kids deserve better."

The men looked like they were about to faint.

The man with the clipboard whispered,

"She’s got ten million followers... this is going to blow up—"

Yu Holea gave them one last look.

"You have 24 hours," she said. "Return the stolen 99 million. Or I’ll use every connection I have to take this all the way to court—and to the front page of every newspaper in the country."

She ended the stream.

The three men stood frozen like statues. One of them was already dialing his boss.

Yu Holea took a deep breath and turned back to the orphanage.

Sun Weitao, still invisible, floated beside her. He was quiet for a long moment. Then he whispered, voice full of awe:

"...You’re scary."

Yu Holea smirked. "Only when I need to be."

Within the next four hours, the whole country was talking about it.

News sites picked up the story. Hashtags started trending. People were calling the insurance company nonstop.

Reporters stood outside their office building, shoving microphones in the faces of everyone who walked out.

Their stock price dropped like a rock. Millions and millions lost.

By the time the sky was orange with sunset, a black car returned to the orphanage—but this time, no one came out wearing sunglasses.

Instead, a young man in a neat gray suit stepped out quietly, holding a folder and a check.

He walked straight to the orphanage director and bowed deeply.

"On behalf of the company," he said, his voice small, "we would like to correct our mistake."

Inside the folder was a check for 99 million yuan.

The director’s hands trembled as she held it.

"I... I can’t accept this," she said softly, still in shock. "It’s too much..."

But Yu Holea stepped forward, her voice firm.

"It was always meant for you. Sun Weitao wanted this for the kids. Don’t let his dream go to waste."

The director looked at her. Tears began falling down her cheeks.

"Will I... ever see him again?" she asked, her voice shaking.

Yu Holea’s eyes softened. She hesitated, then slowly shook her head.

"No," she said gently. "He came back only for this. Now that it’s done... he’ll move on."

The director broke down crying, and Yu Holea didn’t say anything more.

She just pulled her into a hug, holding her tight as she cried into her shoulder.

The children stood nearby, watching quietly. They didn’t understand everything, but they knew something important had happened.

Later that night, as they walked away from the orphanage, Sun Weitao was silent.

Even though he was floating beside her, his head was down and his hands were in his pockets.

His shoulders looked heavy, like he had the whole sky sitting on them.

"You okay?" Yu Holea asked gently.

He didn’t answer at first.

"...I thought I’d feel better," he whispered. "But I just feel... empty."

Yu Holea nodded, thinking for a moment. Then she asked, "Hey, why didn’t you just leave the beach earlier? After you died?"

Sun Weitao sighed.

"I tried," he said. "I really tried. But... something wouldn’t let me."

"Like a barrier?"

"Yeah. Like the beach had tied me there. I couldn’t go past a certain point. Not until you showed up."

Yu Holea frowned. That sounded strange.

"You weren’t cursed, were you?"

"I don’t think so. But I wasn’t just killed randomly either," he said, looking out at the dark road ahead. "I died while investigating something. Something old and dangerous."

Yu Holea looked at him sharply. "What was it?"

"...A witch head," he said.

Yu Holea stopped walking.

The air suddenly felt colder.

She remembered that story. Jiang Lei had told it to her not long ago.

"A witch head?" she repeated, her voice low.

Sun Weitao nodded.

"We were tracking weird magical energy near an abandoned village. Thought it was just some leftover spirit.

But I found something buried under a tree. A human skull. It was glowing, like it was still alive."

Yu Holea’s chest felt tight.

That matched the story. A long time ago, an innocent witch had been killed by mistake.

A sorceress, thinking she was protecting the village, ended the witch’s life—only to realize the truth too late. Out of guilt, the sorceress gave her life to bring the witch back.

But when the witch returned... she wasn’t the same.

She killed everyone in the village.

"I think I found the real witch’s head," Sun Weitao continued.

"I was about to call for backup. But something attacked me. I couldn’t see it... only flames and shadows. I remember falling. And then... I woke up on that beach. As a ghost."

Yu Holea stayed quiet, piecing things together in her head.

The witch wasn’t gone.

She was just waiting.

Maybe her soul was still wandering.

Yu Holea listened quietly as Sun Weitao spoke, his voice calm but heavy.

"It’s crazy," he said, shaking his head slowly. "That witch head... she only cultivated for 25 years. Not even that long in the world of magic. But her power was terrifying."

Yu Holea blinked. "Only 25 years? That’s really short. How could she be that strong?"

Sun Weitao glanced at her and sighed.

"You want to hear the full story?"

Yu Holea nodded.

"Alright," he said. "But it’s not a happy one."

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