Ghost Exorciser: The Oust Fake Heiress Strikes-Chapter 229: Wrong Move

Lana frowned the instant she saw him.

Mr. Crow could practically feel the anger radiating off her and braced himself for an outburst. Instead, she spoke calmly, "What are you doing?"

He immediately retorted, "You’ve already used too much mystic energy. If you keep going, you’ll faint."

Only then did Lana realize how weak her body felt. A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes, followed by guilt. She slowly leaned back. "I understand."

Mr. Crow finally heaved a sigh of relief. ’Good. She’s stopping.’

The next second, Lana’s soft voice wrapped around him. He didn’t interrupt this time. Instead, he asked gently, "Why are you so angry?"

Lana turned toward the floor-to-ceiling window.

The dark sky outside stretched endlessly, stars faint and distant.

"In my previous life," she said softly, "Lucian never asked such questions or dropped such hints. Now, it feels like he’s misleading me. Otherwise, why would he ask whether I have a boyfriend?"

Mr. Crow felt a surge of excitement. ’So she finally noticed something’s wrong.’

But the next words made him freeze.

With a frown, Lana continued, "He acts innocent, and maybe he really is innocent. He definitely doesn’t like me. Yet he still misleads me. It’s too much."

Just as Mr. Crow was about to interrupt, Lana continued, her voice low but intense.

"It’s like a hungry beast lying in wait," she said, her fingers curling unconsciously.

"A piece of delicious meat is constantly dangled in front of it. Just when the beast convinces itself that the meat will never belong to it, it suddenly realizes that the meat is inching closer to its mouth."

Her eyes darkened. "How could it not feel tempted?"

Mr. Crow fell silent. For a moment, even the air in the room seemed to freeze.

Honestly, from Lana’s perspective, it was clear that no one could truly bully her. She understood her own emotions too well.

After a long pause, Mr. Crow let out a helpless sigh. "Even so, that still doesn’t justify you making so many talismans out of anger."

Lana frowned. "I didn’t make that many..."

Her words cut off as her gaze swept across the room.

Every surface, from the floor to the walls, was packed with talismans.

Papers overlapped each other like fallen leaves, faintly glowing with residual mystic energy.

The room, which was almost as large as a duplex, looked more like a storage hall now.

It was only then that realization hit her. She muttered under her breath, "Great... now I have to clean all of this up."

Mr. Crow watched her carefully.

’She’s exhausted,’ he thought, shaking his head.

The next moment, he flapped his wings lightly. A soft psychic ripple spread through the air, and the talismans began to stack themselves neatly, one after another, as if guided by invisible hands.

Lana’s eyes sparkled. "Will my mystic energy reach a state where I can do that someday?"

Mr. Crow nearly choked. He stared at her in shock.

After thinking carefully, he shook his head. "According to the principles of mystic energy, that’s almost impossible."

Lana frowned. "I disagree. Yellow mystic energy already has enough power to harm humans. The next stage should have its own advantages as well."

Mr. Crow looked at her as though she had just proposed something absurd. He opened his beak, ready to refute her theory, but Lana cut him off. "Instead of arguing, why don’t we test it?"

Before he could stop her, she snapped her fingers.

At the tip of her index finger, a thin strand of yellow energy appeared, shimmering like molten gold.

The next second mystic energy instinctively surged toward the cupboard nearby. Lana watched with deep interest, her heart pounding.

Nothing happened.

’Did I think too much?’ she wondered.

The very next moment, the cupboard exploded.

Lana reacted on instinct, pulling Mr. Crow close and shielding him with her body.

The sharp scent of splintered wood filled the air as debris flew everywhere.

In an instant, Mr. Crow unleashed his psychic power, freezing the fragments mid-air and redirecting them away from Lana. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

When the danger passed, he turned to her, eyes blazing with reprimand.

Lana knew she had truly messed up this time.

The moment the realization settled in her chest, heavy and suffocating, she immediately lowered her head, her shoulders curling inward.

"I was wrong," she murmured, her voice hoarse, guilt clinging to every syllable.

Mr. Crow could not help himself. He pointed a finger in her direction, the feathers on his wings bristling as his sharp gaze bored into her.

"You really act too impulsively sometimes, don’t you?" His voice cut through the room, stern and tight.

"Have you ever considered that your experiments could get you seriously harmed? You never think about the surroundings, the strain on your body, or the consequences."

His lecture began in full force, each word heavier than the last.

Lana could only nod weakly, her head bobbing midway through his sentences as the air around her seemed to thicken.

The faint smell of scorched energy lingered around her skin, and a strange heat crawled beneath her flesh.

’Why do I feel so light... so cold... and yet so hot?’

Her vision blurred. The floor rushed toward her, and the next thing she knew, her knees buckled. She collapsed, her body hitting the ground with a dull thud.

Mr. Crow froze. Fear shot through him like lightning.

"Lana!" He rushed to her side, his claws trembling as he checked her forehead.

The moment his feathers brushed her skin, his heart sank. Her body was burning, the heat unnatural and alarming.

"Damn it..." he cursed under his breath, self-loathing flooding his chest.

’I’m an idiot. Why was I arguing? Why was I lecturing her instead of stopping her earlier?’

Without hesitation, he drew on his psychic energy. The air rippled softly as he lifted her frail body and placed her gently onto the bed.

The mattress dipped under her weight, and Lana let out a low groan, her brows knitting together as the fever scorched through her veins.

"It hurts..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.