Ghost Exorciser: Is Loved By All-Chapter 799: Car Crash

Gu Nian gave a soft, almost amused chuckle. "What are you talking about?"

"You were behind it," Fu Jian said quietly. "The kidnapping. You set me up."

Gu Nian’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t answer.

"Don’t lie to me," Fu Jian snapped, voice rising. "You think I don’t see it? The guilt in your eyes? You’re acting like you picked up a stray dog. But you knew exactly where I was. You knew."

Still silent.

"Let me out of this car," Fu Jian said, his voice deadly calm now.

"Let me out, or I swear to God, I’ll kill you before this car even makes it past the next turn."

Gu Nian finally spoke, eyes still fixed on the road.

"Stay still, Fu Jian. You’ve already done enough damage."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Fu Jian growled, fingers slowly curling into fists.

Gu Nian gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles pale against the leather.

"I lost my job because of you," he said, his voice low and bitter.

Fu Jian stared at him. "So what? You think kidnapping me is going to fix your life?"

Gu Nian scoffed. "No. But your grandfather thinks it might."

Fu Jian’s expression twisted. "What?"

Gu Nian nodded slightly, not taking his eyes off the road.

"Old Master Fu gave me a deal. A good one. He said if I help him clean up the family’s mess, I’ll get back everything I lost. And more."

Fu Jian’s mouth opened slightly, stunned. "He... he’s the one who planned this?"

Gu Nian didn’t answer that. He just kept driving, faster now.

Fu Jian’s voice hardened. "If you don’t stop this right now, Sicong will find you. He’ll come after you, and he’ll tear your life apart just for laying a finger on me."

Gu Nian gave a bitter, cold chuckle. "That would be possible... if Sicong still thought you were alive."

Fu Jian froze.

"...What do you mean?"

Gu Nian finally turned to look at him, just for a second, and in that second, Fu Jian saw something unhinged in his eyes. Something broken.

"They’re going to fake your death," Gu Nian said simply.

"Some tragic accident on a highway. The car crashed. Body unrecognizable. Boom. Gone. You’re going to disappear from the world, Fu Jian."

Fu Jian’s stomach dropped. "You’re insane."

"No," Gu Nian said. "You’re not Fu Jian anymore. From now on, you’re my Canary. You will live how I want you to."

Fu Jian looked at him, a mix of shock and disgust twisting across his face. "You’re pathetic. And you are going to fail."

"We will see." Gu Nian said with a chuckle.

The tires hummed against the wet pavement, the windshield wipers ticking like a slow clock counting down something unseen. Fu Jian’s breath grew heavier. His fingers hovered near the wheel, his eyes locked on the road ahead—then on Gu Nian’s hands.

This couldn’t go on. He wouldn’t let it.

Without warning, Fu Jian lunged.

His hands shot forward and grabbed the wheel, yanking it sharply to the left.

The car swerved hard.

Gu Nian cursed and struggled, his hands battling Fu Jian’s for control. "What the hell are you doing?! Are you crazy?!"

Fu Jian’s teeth were clenched, his voice a low growl.

"I’m not going back. I’d rather crash this car than be your prisoner. If I’m going down, Gu Nian—then you’re coming with me!"

Gu Nian’s eyes widened, filled with disbelief—and panic. "You’re insane!"

"You said it yourself," Fu Jian spat. "I’m already dead, right? What do I have to lose?"

Gu Nian shouted, trying to jerk the steering wheel back, but it was too late. The tires screeched.

The car veered off the road.

BAM—

It slammed into a tree.

The front of the car crumpled like paper. The impact sent the windshield spiderwebbing with cracks and the airbags exploded with a sharp hiss. Glass shattered. Metal groaned.

Everything went white for a second.

Then, silence.

Fu Jian blinked, heart pounding in his chest like a war drum. He was breathing. Awake.

Still alive.

Slowly, he looked down at himself.

No broken bones. No blood. Not even a scratch.

He frowned, confused. Then his eyes caught a soft green glow.

The jade pendant.

It hung around his neck, warm against his chest. The faint runes etched into its surface shimmered with light that faded slowly, as if it had just done something—activated.

His breath hitched.

Yu Sicong...

He remembered the night Sicong gave it to him.

"It’s from Holea," Sicong had said, half-laughing. "She carved protective runes into it. She swears it can shield you from major injuries. I don’t know if it’s real, but... keep it anyway. For me."

Fu Jian had laughed back then. Thought it was just sweet nonsense. Something romantic. A charm more than anything.

But now—

He looked down again. The jade was cool now, silent, but the air around him felt different.

It had protected him.

Meanwhile, Gu Nian lay slumped over the wheel, blood running down his forehead. His breathing was shallow. He groaned, trying to lift his head but failing.

Fu Jian sat still for a moment, catching his breath as the rain tapped steadily against the crumpled car roof.

The scent of smoke, metal, and damp leaves filled the air. His hands trembled slightly, but his mind was clear.

He turned toward Gu Nian. Blood stained the side of Gu Nian’s face, and he groaned softly, half-conscious.

Fu Jian reached over, his movements tense but focused, and started searching Gu Nian’s coat pocket. After a moment, his fingers closed around a cold, rectangular shape—a phone.

He pulled it out and unlocked it with Gu Nian’s limp thumb.

The screen lit up. Without hesistation he called Yu Sicong.

The line rang once.

Twice.

Then a click.

A familiar voice came through—calm, sharp, and cold.

"Why are you calling me, Gu Nian?"

Fu Jian’s lips parted, and he spoke quickly, voice tight with emotion.

"It’s not Gu Nian. It’s me. Fu Jian."

There was a beat of silence. Then:

"...Fu Jian?"

The cold edge in Sicong’s voice cracked, replaced by surprise and disbelief.

"Is it really you?"

"Yes. It’s me."

Fu Jian swallowed hard, his grip tightening around the phone.

"I don’t have time to explain everything, but I’m sharing the location now. Please, come quick. I’m at the side of the highway... the car crashed."

A ping of the location sent automatically from the phone.

"I escaped the kidnappers," Fu Jian continued. "But it wasn’t just some random group. Gu Nian—he was behind it. He’s the one who planned everything along with Old Master Fu. I just found out."

The other end of the line went dead silent.

Then Sicong’s voice returned, lower, and colder than before—like ice cracking beneath the surface of a frozen lake.

"I’m coming. Don’t hang up

..........

The rain had grown heavier by the time headlights cut through the mist, gliding along the dark road like a blade through fog.

Yu Sicong’s car came to a screeching halt just a few meters away from the wreck.

The engine barely turned off before he was out of the driver’s seat, sprinting through the rain.

His heart thundered in his chest.

"No, no, please no—"

The sight of the twisted metal stopped him cold for a second. The front of the car had slammed into a thick tree.

Smoke curled from the engine. Glass covered the ground like frozen raindrops.

Then he saw the figure in the passenger seat.

Slumped over. Blood trailing down the side of their face.

His breath caught in his throat. His chest tightened. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Fu Jian?" he whispered. Then louder— "FU JIAN!"

He ran, slipping a little on the wet ground but catching himself on the car door. His fingers fumbled with the handle, yanking it open.

The body didn’t move.

"Jian—Jian, talk to me, please—"

He reached in and touched the figure’s face. The blood was still wet. The skin was cold. His heart sank into his stomach.

"No..." he gasped. "No, no, please, you promised—"

Tears blurred his vision. He dropped to his knees beside the car, his hands trembling as he reached for the still body.

"I should’ve come sooner, I should’ve—" His voice cracked. "Why didn’t you wait for me?"

His chest heaved as he sobbed, the rain mixing with the tears running down his face.

The pain—raw and deep—flooded through him like a tidal wave.

He pressed his forehead to the passenger seat’s edge, unable to breathe through the grief.

He didn’t notice the footsteps behind him.

Didn’t hear the voice until it spoke softly:

"Sicong...?"

Yu Sicong’s head snapped up.

His breath froze.

Slowly, he turned around.

And there, standing just a few feet away, soaked from head to toe in the rain—was Fu Jian. Alive.

Unharmed.

Looking at him with wide, uncertain eyes.

Sicong stared, stunned, unable to process what he was seeing. His mouth moved, but no sound came.

Fu Jian took a small step forward. "I’m okay... It’s not me. It’s Gu Nian. He’s the one in the seat."

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