Ghost Exorciser: Is Loved By All-Chapter 818: The Truth Of The Curse

The room trembled under the weight of Mirai’s mother’s fury. Her aura flickered like a wildfire — deep purple and black, twisting and pulsing with hate. Yu Holea’s breath caught in her throat.

She couldn’t see the witch’s eyes — they were hidden beneath that thick, smoke-like cowl — but she felt them.

That deep, burning rage wasn’t just about Mirai. No... it was deeper. Personal. Directed at her.

Yu Holea narrowed her eyes. She could feel the ominous chill curling in her bones.

"Why?" she asked quietly. "Why do you hate the Yu family so much?"

Mirai’s mother paused.

For a second, she said nothing — just stared.

Then she let out a dry, bitter chuckle.

"You still don’t know, do you?"

Her voice was filled with scorn. Her fingers twitched by her side like claws ready to strike.

"Yu family... a bunch of saints on the outside. But inside? Hypocrites. Cowards. Monsters."

She turned toward Yu Holea, her mouth curling in disgust.

"And you. If you knew what your precious father did... you’d hide your face in shame."

Yu Holea’s eyes flickered. She took a small step forward, standing firm even as the air grew colder.

"I won’t feel ashamed," she said quietly but confidently. "Because I love my dad the most."

Behind her, Qiao Jun blinked.

He turned his head sharply toward her like she’d grown a second head. Love? Yu Holea? He knew how much she hated her father.

But then he looked closer — at the tight grip of her hands, the slight glint in her eyes.

It was bait.

And the witch took it.

"You fool!" the woman hissed, stepping closer. "Your dear father tried to kill me after he raped me!"

Yu Holea’s heart dropped.

Her mouth fell open in shock, the air in the room vanishing. She took a step back, shaking her head slowly.

"Y-You’re lying," she whispered. "You’re just trying to make me hate him—"

"Shut up!" the witch screamed.

Her voice echoed like thunder, making the windows tremble. Even Qiao Jun’s shield shook.

"You want the truth?! Fine! I’ll burn it into your bones!"

Her voice cracked like lightning as she spoke, each word poisoned with old pain.

"Years ago... your father came to my village. He wasn’t some hero — he was hiding. Cowardly, running from something. I pitied him. I helped him. I fed him. He smiled... he acted kind. And then... he touched me."

Her voice cracked.

"I was young. I thought maybe he loved me. Maybe he’d stay. And for a while... he pretended. We shared a bed, shared food, he held my hand in front of the lake... and I was stupid enough to believe."

She laughed suddenly — a cruel, bitter laugh that sounded more like crying.

"But then one of his so-called friends caught us. That man ran to the elders and spread the news. ’She bewitched him,’ they said. ’She’s a forest witch!’ ’She tricked the poor man!’"

Yu Holea stood frozen.

"No one believed me. Not even the women. They called me dirty. They said I was cursed. That I was dangerous. I begged him to say something — just one word in my defense. But you know what he did?"

Her hands clenched into fists.

"He stood there. Silent. Then he nodded and said, ’She bewitched me.’"

Yu Holea gasped.

The witch’s voice grew quieter... colder.

"That night, ten men came into my house. Ten. They tied me down. They... laughed... while they tore everything away from me."

Yu Holea’s eyes widened in horror. "Stop—"

"No. You need to hear it. You need to know what kind of blood runs through your veins."

The witch raised her hand, and a dark illusion shimmered in the air — a flickering image of a hut, torches, shadows. Sobbing. Screams.

"I found out later. It was your father who told them to do it. He wanted me dead. He said it was better to erase the problem than face it."

She dropped her hand, the image vanishing.

"But I didn’t die."

Her eyes glowed red beneath her hood.

"I survived. I lived through the pain, through the shame. I crawled into the forest half-dead. I swore revenge. But when I returned, the village... mocked me. So I burned it down. Every house. Every screaming liar."

Qiao Jun stepped protectively in front of Yu Holea, his voice low and sharp. "You killed them all?"

"Yes," she whispered. "And I don’t regret it."

Yu Holea stared, her mind spinning.

"Then what?"

"Then they sent someone after me. A sorcerer from a neighboring village. She almost killed me, and I used a forbidden artifact to escape.

Once I was powerful enough, I returned and took revenge on that sorcerer and your father’s friend."

The fire in her voice turned to ice.

"But your father had already run. Coward. I couldn’t find him. But I remembered his name."

She raised her hand, pointing a shaking, clawed finger at Yu Holea.

"So I cursed him. And not just him — the entire Yu bloodline. I gave up half my remaining life to make sure of it. None of you will live in peace. Not while I breathe. Not while this soul exists."

Her voice became a whisper of hatred.

"Even the head of the Ou family now — Old Master Yu’s son — he was supposed to suffer. Just like your father. All of you. One by one."

Yu Holea’s lips trembled. Her mind felt like it was cracking apart.

But still... a voice inside whispered — this can’t be the full truth. Her father... was many things. But... this?

She looked up slowly. Her voice, when it came, was small but steady.

"...Even if what you say is true... you became just like them."

Mirai’s mother blinked.

"You used your daughter. You controlled Ou Xiaoxiao. You attacked children. Villagers. You became the monster you hated."

"LIAR!" the witch roared. "I became justice! You know nothing, child!"

Yu Holea stood firm.

"I know pain. I know hate. But I also know we have choices. And you chose to burn everything."

The witch screamed, her magic exploding in waves of fire and shadow.

"You’ll regret ever speaking to me like that!!"

But this time, Qiao Jun was ready.

He slammed his palm to the ground, and a golden seal burst open beneath their feet.

"Not this time."

As the magical flames surged forward, a new barrier erupted. Golden, brilliant, radiant — made not just of power but will.

Qiao Jun’s voice echoed in the storm:

"If you want to destroy her... you’ll have to go through me."

Yu Holea placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered, "Let me handle this."

She then turned toward the witch and sneered,

"Really? Was it our mistake? I understand that you hate Yu Lin. But why us?

Did I do anything to you? Did my brother? We were just born. We didn’t even know you existed!"

The witch’s eyes flared red again. Her mouth twisted like she tasted something bitter.

"Don’t pretend to be innocent. His blood is in your veins. You’ll grow up to be just like him!"

"No!" Yu Holea shouted back. "I’m not like him! And I won’t be! That’s my choice, not yours!"

Her voice cracked a little at the end, but she didn’t back down.

"You say you’re justice, but you’re just mean and angry! You hurt people who didn’t hurt you! Even your own daughter! That’s not justice — that’s just being cruel!"

The witch’s magic hissed around her like snakes. Her cloak of smoke whipped in the air.

"You dare—!"

"Yes!" Yu Holea screamed. "Because someone needs to say it! You’re just scared. Scared because nobody stood up for you back then. But that doesn’t mean you get to burn the whole world now!"

The witch stared at her, shaking.

Then — suddenly — she laughed. Loud and strange. Not happy at all.

"You’re just a kid," she said quietly, "and you talk like you understand the world. So brave now, huh? Let’s see how brave you are when I rip your soul apart!"

She lifted her hand again, shadows gathering like a storm.

But this time, Yu Holea didn’t flinch.

"Go ahead," she said, standing tall even though her knees were shaking.

"Hurt me. Curse me. Kill me. But I’m not scared of you anymore. Because even if you break me, you won’t win."

Qiao Jun looked at her with wide eyes.

The witch froze, her magic hovering in the air.

"Why?" she asked, her voice thin. "Why would you still stand for the Yu name?"

Yu Holea looked down for a second.

"...Because someone has to fix it. And if everyone like you and my dad just keeps hurting people to feel better, it’s never gonna end."

She then paused and said,

"Not to mention, I am innocent, my brothers are innocent, and even if someone deserves punishment, it should be my father. Not us. He had swapped me at my birth, forced his own sons to pamper his mistress’s daughter."

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