Ghost Exorciser: Is Loved By All-Chapter 813: Story

Fake Yu Mei raised her hand slowly, then tapped her chest once.

"It was me," she said softly. "I’m the witch’s daughter."

The room went still.

Yu Holea didn’t respond at first. She stood there, frozen, mind racing. Her breath came slowly, shallowly, as if even her lungs were trying to process the truth.

She glanced down at the slumped, unconscious figure of the real Yu Mei.

Holea stared at the two of them—so alike, yet so wrong. A chill crept up her spine.

She clenched her fists. "So... if you’re the witch’s daughter... then the real Yu Mei—" she hesitated, lips tightening—"who is she really?"

Fake Yu Mei smiled. "Oh, that’s the fun part. Want to guess?"

But Yu Holea’s mind was already unraveling it, one horrifying thread at a time.

"She wasn’t you to begin with," she whispered. "We two were... switched. Switched at birth."

Fake Yu Mei gave a theatrical bow. "Ten points to Yu genius."

"We weren’t switched by your mother..." Yu Holea muttered. She was talking about the Fake Yu Mei’s mother, the witch."

"Correct. She was the daughter of Yulin’s mistress," Fake Yu Mei said smoothly. "A quiet affair. Hidden. Covered up. And since they wanted you to suffer and their daughter to live a good life, they switched you at birth."

"But you took her body anyway," Holea added, her eyes narrowing.

"Of course I did. I needed the blood. The purity. The body that could hold me. She was perfect. Stupid, soft-hearted, but perfect."

Holea turned to look at the bound figure in the chair. Her lips trembled. "So where is Ou Xiaoxiao’s soul now?"

Fake Yu Mei let out a soft, smug chuckle. "Ou Xiaoxiao’s soul?" she said, as if the question were a joke.

"Why, of course... it’s with me." She tapped the side of her head, smiling wider. "Tucked away nice and quiet. She was always too weak to fight me."

Then, with a dramatic wave of her hand, she tried to summon her magic... but nothing happened.

Her fingers twitched in the air.

The shadows didn’t move. No ripple of power. No spark of mist. Nothing.

The smile slid from her face.

She froze, her eyes narrowing.

"What...?" she muttered, looking at her hand like it had betrayed her. "Why can’t I—?"

Then she turned sharply toward Yu Holea, her voice hard and low. "What did you do?"

For the first time since she’d entered the room, Yu Holea smiled.

It was small, just a twitch of the lips. But it wasn’t shy. It wasn’t scared.

It was cold.

"Nothing. Just a small surprise." Yu Holea said with a chuckle.

The moment she said it, Fake Yu Mei’s eyes dropped to the floor around her.

Too late.

Her pupils shrank.

A glowing circle spread beneath her feet—sharp lines and curves of ancient sigils forming a perfect seal.

The marks had been hidden under layers of illusion, invisible until now. They shimmered like moonlight on water, rising and tightening like a noose.

"No..." she breathed. "You tricked me."

She staggered back, only to find her foot stuck, rooted into the magic.

The air around her pulled inward, like a great breath being drawn. Energy began to leak out of her, seeping from her skin like smoke.

Fake Yu Mei gasped.

She clutched at her chest, her face twisting in fury and fear.

"You’ll pay for this!" she spat. "You think you’ve won, but I still have—!"

She stopped, eyes flashing.

Then, slowly, she raised her left hand. The ring. Her last card.

She twisted it once, and dark energy pulsed faintly across its surface.

Her expression turned savage. Her voice dropped into a growl. "I’ll make you regret ever crossing me, Holea. I’ll bury you in nightmares. I’ll make you watch everything you care about turn to dust—"

But Holea didn’t flinch.

She simply tilted her head.

"Before that," she said calmly, "what’s your name?"

That caught Fake Yu Mei off guard.

She blinked.

"What?"

"Your real name," Holea said again. "Not Yu Mei. Not any of the stolen ones. The name your mother gave you. The witch."

Fake Yu Mei’s jaw tightened. Her fingers twitched at her side. She didn’t answer.

Silence filled the room again.

Holea shrugged, almost casually.

"That’s fine. I’m not in a hurry," she said. "I’ll wait."

The energy drain grew faster now—Fake Yu Mei’s legs buckled slightly as more and more magic leaked out of her like water from a broken jar. The lines of the trap circle glowed brighter, burning deep into the ground, into her bones.

Fake Yu Mei gritted her teeth, breathing hard.

"No... no, this isn’t how it’s supposed to go..."

Still, Holea watched, silent. Cold. Unmoving.

Then came the panic.

Fake Yu Mei’s hands shook. Her breath grew ragged. Her voice cracked.

"Mirai!" she screamed suddenly, voice hoarse. "My name... was Mirai."

Holea’s eyes flickered.

"Mirai," she repeated quietly. "That’s what the witch called her daughter."

Mirai’s knees hit the ground with a hollow thud. Her body trembled violently now, her eyes wild with pain and fear.

Mirai’s body trembled as she knelt inside the glowing trap, her name barely out of her mouth before a low hum echoed from her ring. frёeωebɳovel.com

Then—crack.

The ring vibrated violently. A deep, pulsing glow surged through it, and a rush of twisted, evil energy burst forth like a roaring wave. It didn’t just ripple—it screamed, a black-red force that warped the very air as it charged toward Yu Holea.

It was like death itself.

The moment the energy touched the ground, the floor split. Shadows curled like claws. And as it raced toward Holea, it felt as if the whole room shrank, time slowing, breath catching.

Yu Holea didn’t move.

And just before the cursed power could touch her skin—BOOM!—a barrier snapped into place around her. A dome of light, flickering white like a candle about to go out.

The wave hit the first barrier.

It shattered on contact, like glass under a hammer.

But then, a second barrier emerged beneath it.

This one was steadier. Thicker. A soft gold, woven with silver streaks. The evil energy hit it hard... and for a second, the barrier groaned under the pressure. It buckled.

But it didn’t break.

Instead, it began to absorb the energy.

The black-red magic shrank as if being swallowed, drained into the golden dome. The edges of the wave collapsed in on themselves, slowly, until it was nothing more than dust in the air.

And then—snap—the golden barrier cracked and fell away, flickering out of sight.

Mirai stared, eyes wide in disbelief.

"What...?" she whispered. "That should have destroyed her."

She whipped her head around, scanning the room with frantic eyes—until she spotted him.

Qiao Jun.

He was standing quietly in one corner of the room, his arm raised slightly, palm out. His fingers were trembling.

The moment the barrier faded, his hand dropped to his side—and then he collapsed to one knee, gasping for breath. His body shook from the strain.

"Qiao Jun!" Holea cried, her voice laced with panic.

She rushed over, kneeling beside him as he tried to steady himself.

"Hey—hey, are you okay?" she asked, grabbing his shoulders gently.

Qiao Jun gave a weak smile. "Couldn’t let you turn to dust," he said, voice hoarse but laced with a bit of teasing. "Didn’t think it’d be that strong, though..."

Holea’s eyes narrowed with worry. She touched his wrist, checking his pulse, then looked at the faint glow still lingering on his skin—it was fading fast.

"You shouldn’t have done that," she muttered.

"Didn’t really have a choice," he replied, looking up at her with tired eyes. "You would’ve died."

Holea looked away for a moment, her jaw tight. Then she sighed and helped him sit properly, resting his back against the wall.

"You idiot," she whispered. "You really are the worst."

Qiao Jun gave a soft chuckle. "You’re welcome."

Across the room, Mirai sat frozen in the circle, watching them.

She didn’t speak.

She just stared.

For the first time since she took the body—maybe for the first time ever—she looked... small. Like a child peeking into a world she was never part of.

Suddenly, she thought about Leng Huan.

He was the man whom she had supported a lot when she was still willful. If Yu Holea hadn’t gone out of her(Mirai’s) control and had returned to the Yu Family, and at the end, Holea would have died, maybe... maybe she would have had her own good ending.

Why? Why does Yu Holea have to change so much? Why did she suddenly become so smart?

If Yu Holea was still the same country bumpkin who fliched at every accusation and cried whenever she was framed, then she, Mirai woul have lived a good life.

Why!

No! Yu Holea should die! Maybe... if she dies, her mother won’t pressure her to defeat Yu Holea. Then her mother will let her go, and she could have a good ending with Leng Huan.

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