My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser Chapter 4 Follow Her

Upon seeing Fu Rong collapse into a faint, Song Yan snapped her fingers. Immediately, the spirit with the rotting face ceased its actions, becoming as docile and restrained as if it were held by a leash.

"Mistress," the ghost whispered, retreating a few steps. It wasn't that the spirit submitted to Song Yan out of loyalty; rather, it was terrified of her pure spiritual Qi and couldn't help but remain cautious of her immense power.

Song Yan gave a slight nod before commanding, "Withdraw your ghost wall."

The spirit obeyed, pulling back its ghostly barrier. As soon as the veil was lifted, the room returned to normal. The flickering LED lights now glowed with a steady brightness, and every trace of the supernatural disturbance vanished—even Fu Rong’s clothes were suddenly dry. Reaching into the space ring she had received from Gu Yijin, Song Yan produced a memory-locking charm and pressed it onto Fu Rong. This specific memory wasn't useful for her today; instead, it would serve as a hidden trump card for when Song Lan finally revealed her true colors to Fu Rong.

"Place her on the sofa," Song Yan instructed as she climbed back into her hospital bed and leaned against the pillows. "After that, stay close. I have a task for you."

"Yes," the ghost girl replied, her form trembling uncontrollably. She couldn't fathom why her luck was so abysmal that she remained imprisoned within that Yin ring. Weren't she and Song Yan once peers? Why was she still a captive while Song Yan could return to a normal life? Did this mean her centuries of cultivation had been stripped away as well?

"It hasn't," Song Yan remarked, accurately reading the ghost girl’s internal turmoil. Since Gu Yijin’s passing, Song Yan had become the master of the Yin ring, granting her total authority over the evil spirits trapped inside. Their thoughts were like an open book to her. "Your cultivation remains intact; if it weren't, you wouldn't have been able to manifest such a skillful ghost wall. As for your imprisonment—unlike you, no matter how much resentment I carried, I never took a life. Because I didn't spill the blood of my enemies, I maintained the nature of my pure Qi. You, however, could not say the same."

The girl’s name was Fang Yanli. She had been murdered by her stepfather after discovering his affair with a mistress. The treacherous couple had plotted to kill her in a staged accident before murdering her mother to seize the family inheritance. However, before they could finish their scheme, Fang Yanli’s spirit killed them both. While she achieved her revenge, she was condemned to a path of redemption to pay for her sins. Had the Gu family headmaster not intervened, she would have long ago transformed into a mindless Malevolent spirit.

Fang Yanli remained silent, standing dutifully by Song Yan’s side. She understood she was damned and that her only path forward was to atone for her past actions.

Glancing at the ghost’s miserable appearance, Song Yan remarked, "Tsk, why must you look so hideous? Can't you do something about your looks? You ruin my appetite every time you show up." Although her tone was dismissive, Fang Yanli realized Song Yan was trying to distract her from her dark thoughts. She offered a bitter smile, but before she could respond, the silence was shattered.

The hospital door was thrown open with a bang. Shrieking and looking utterly bewildered, Song Lan burst into the room. "I'm telling you, there's a ghost in here! I saw it with my own eyes! You have to believe me!"

Following behind her was a troop of doctors and nurses, all of whom were staring at her as if they were certain she was suffering from a mental breakdown.

"I—"

"Miss Song, please calm yourself and look around. Where is this ghost you speak of? Everything in this room is perfectly fine," the surgeon in charge of Song Yan’s case said, his voice laced with irritation. He had spent fourteen grueling hours in the operating room the previous night, fighting to pull a patient back from the brink of death. Just as he was about to take a well-earned break, Song Lan had appeared, weeping about seeing a ghost.

Such rumors were toxic for the hospital. If word spread that the facility was haunted, who would come there for treatment? Consequently, the doctor spoke loudly, ensuring that any onlookers or eavesdroppers heard that there was absolutely nothing wrong.

"How can nothing be wrong? I saw—" Song Lan’s words died in her throat as she spotted Song Yan sitting upright in bed, watching her with an amused expression. Nearby, Fu Rong was snoring peacefully on the sofa. It was as if the harrowing events of moments ago had never happened!

"See? There is nothing for us to do because nothing is out of place," the doctor stated briskly as he approached Song Yan. Since he was already there, he decided he might as well check her vitals.

Song Lan stood frozen in shock. She stared at the ceiling where the LED bulbs functioned perfectly, then at the floor which showed no sign of broken glass. While the room felt slightly colder than the hallway, that was the only anomaly. None of the horrors she had just witnessed remained.

Watching Song Lan’s display of disbelief, Song Yan smiled mockingly. "Sister, you know, sometimes it isn't ghosts we should fear, but the living. I suspect you are feeling guilty about something, and that stress is getting to you. Why not let a psychiatrist check you out?"

"I believe Madam Fu is right. You should consult a psychiatrist, Miss Song," added the sleep-deprived doctor. He released Song Yan’s wrist and announced, "You are fit to be discharged. Though you were in a coma for a long time, your body has healed remarkably well. You are free to go."

That news jolted Song Lan back to reality. She glared at Song Yan with pure venom; this bitch had actually dared to call her insane! Just wait—she would teach her a lesson. Regardless, she had already stolen Song Yan’s luck. There was no reason for the girl to remain alive much longer. Song Lan shook Fu Rong awake and dragged the groggy, confused woman out of the room.

Once the doctor finished giving his final instructions and the door clicked shut, Song Yan turned her attention back to Fang Yanli. "Go and tail Song Lan. She will undoubtedly head to the location where she hid the array. That array contains the doll with my hair strand. I must destroy it before she can finish draining my luck."

"I understand," Fang Yanli replied. She rose into the air and vanished into nothingness.