Ghost Exorciser: Is Loved By All
Chapter 655: Death

Chapter 655: Chapter 655: Death

The force grew stronger, dragging him closer inch by inch.

The elevator doors slid open, revealing a pitch-black void. The ghost’s grin widened as she watched him struggle.

Nan Kelin gritted his teeth, using every ounce of strength to resist.

Time passed and slowly his grasp loosened.

"No, no, no! I won’t go!" he screamed, his voice echoing down the empty corridor.

The ghost floated closer, her hollow eyes locked on him.

She tilted her head, her twisted grin growing wider.

"You’re wasting your energy, Nan Kelin," she said in a mocking tone. Her voice was like nails scraping against the glass.

"The darkness always wins."

Nan Kelin shook his head violently, tears streaming down his face.

"I won’t give up!" he shouted, his voice cracking. "You can’t have me!"

The ghost’s laughter filled the corridor, louder and more menacing this time.

It echoed all around him, making it impossible to tell where it was coming from.

"Oh, Nan Kelin," she hissed, her voice dripping with malice.

"You were already mine the moment you stepped into this building."

His grip loosened a little more. His legs trembled, barely able to keep him upright.

The force pulling him toward the elevator was too strong, like an invisible rope dragging him closer inch by inch.

The elevator doors stood wide open now, and the black void inside seemed alive, swirling and writhing like shadows in a storm.

A cold, foul-smelling wind blew out of it, making Nan Kelin gag.

His knuckles whitened as he clutched the handle with everything he had left. But his strength was fading fast.

"Help! Someone, please!" he screamed, his voice raw with desperation.

The ghost floated closer, now only a few feet away from him.

"No one can hear you," she whispered. Her cold breath brushed against his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"You’re all alone, Nan Kelin. Just let go."

He shook his head, his breathing ragged. "Never," he choked out.

But then, his fingers slipped completely.

Nan Kelin screamed as the invisible force yanked him off his feet.

He was dragged across the floor, kicking and clawing at the smooth tiles, but it was no use.

He was being pulled straight into the elevator.

The ghost floated beside him, her hollow eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "This is your end," she said softly.

"Say goodbye to the light."

"Please!" he cried, his voice barely more than a whisper now. "I don’t want to die!"

The ghost leaned in close, her face inches from his. "You already have," she said, her smile as sharp as a blade.

With a final, bone-chilling laugh, the force yanked him fully into the elevator.

As the elevator doors slammed shut, Nan Kelin was plunged into complete darkness.

The air inside was thick and suffocating like he was being wrapped in an invisible blanket of shadows.

His heart pounded in his chest, the sound echoing in his ears as though it were the only noise in this lifeless void.

The floor beneath him seemed to vanish, leaving him weightless and spinning in the blackness.

Nan Kelin tried to scream, but his voice was swallowed by the void, the sound snuffed out like a candle in a storm.

Panic gripped him as he flailed, trying to find something—anything—to hold onto, but there was nothing but emptiness.

Then, faint whispers began to echo around him, soft at first, like distant murmurs.

The whispers grew louder, overlapping and swirling around him like a chaotic storm.

He couldn’t make out the words, but their tone was sharp, mocking, and filled with malice.

"Let me out!" he yelled, his voice shaking. But the whispers only laughed in response.

Suddenly, a dim, sickly green light flickered on above him.

It illuminated the elevator, but it wasn’t the same space anymore. The walls were cracked and dripping with a dark, slimy substance.

The floor seemed to writhe beneath him, alive with shifting shadows.

The ghost appeared again, her hollow eyes glowing in the eerie light. She hovered just above him, her twisted grin as wide as ever.

"Welcome to your new home, Nan Kelin," she said, her voice dripping with glee.

The shadows on the floor began to crawl up his legs like living vines, cold and sticky. Nan Kelin tried to shake them off, but they clung to him, pulling him downward.

"No! Get off me!" he shouted, his voice cracking with fear. He clawed at the shadows, but his hands passed through them like smoke.

The elevator started to shake violently, the light above flickering as the walls groaned. The whispers grew louder, turning into angry screams that pierced his ears.

"Stop it! Please!" Nan Kelin begged, tears streaming down his face.

The ghost leaned in closer, her face inches from his. "There is no escape," she said softly. "You’re mine now."

With a sudden lurch, the elevator dropped. Nan Kelin felt his stomach flip as the force pinned him to the floor.

The shadows wrapped around him tighter, dragging him into their cold embrace.

As the elevator plunged deeper into the abyss, the last thing Nan Kelin thought was...he didn’t want to die...if only...if only he had another chance...

Whoosh.

The elevator shuddered to a sudden stop, and for a moment, everything was still.

The angry screams and whispers faded, leaving only silence.

Nan Kelin lay on the floor, trembling, his body still wrapped in the cold shadows.

He didn’t dare move, too terrified of what might happen next.

Then, something unexpected happened.

The shadows around him loosened their grip and melted away, disappearing into the cracks of the elevator.

The ghost, who had been hovering above him with her wicked grin, suddenly froze in place. Her hollow, black eyes widened as though she’d been caught off guard.

Nan Kelin was just as stunned.

He pushed himself up, breathing heavily, and looked around the dimly lit elevator.

The air felt different now—lighter, though still eerie.

Before he could make sense of it, the elevator jerked again. Slowly, it started to rise.

"What... what’s happening?" Nan Kelin whispered, his voice shaky.

The elevator creaked and groaned as it moved upward.

Nan Kelin’s heart raced, but this time it wasn’t from fear—it was from a sliver of hope.

Could he be saved?

The elevator came to a stop with a soft ding, and the doors slid open. Nan Kelin recognized the hallway outside. It was his floor! Relief washed over him, but it was quickly replaced by confusion.

Before he could move, a metallic clatter came from above. The top of the elevator suddenly opened, and a figure leaned down, silhouetted against the dim corridor light.

"Are you okay?" a calm, yet slightly annoyed voice called out.

Nan Kelin froze, recognizing the voice. It was Yu Holea!

"Miss Yu?" he croaked, his voice hoarse from screaming.

Yu Holea jumped lightly into the elevator, landing in front of him.

Her expression was calm, her eyes sharp as she quickly scanned the space.

Nan Kelin’s lips trembled, and before he knew it, tears were streaming down his face.

"Miss Yu, please save me!" he cried, crawling toward her.

"I’ll give you anything—money, a fortune! Just get me out of here! Please!"

Yu Holea sighed, rolling her eyes as if she’d heard this kind of offer a hundred times before.

"Save your promises," she said, her tone dry. "Let’s deal with the problem first."

Her gaze shifted behind Nan Kelin, and her expression hardened.

Nan Kelin turned slowly, his blood running cold.

The ghost was there, floating in the corner of the elevator.

Her hollow eyes burned with rage now, and her grin had turned into a furious snarl.

"You dare interfere!" the ghost growled, her voice echoing unnaturally.

Yu Holea didn’t flinch. Her hand moved swiftly to her pocket, and she pulled out a bright yellow talisman covered in strange symbols.

She flicked her wrist, and the talisman flew through the air, glowing faintly as it spun toward the ghost.

The ghost’s black eyes widened in fear.

"No! Stay away!" she screeched, retreating toward the shadows.

But it was too late. The talisman hit her chest and stuck there, glowing brighter.

The ghost let out a chilling scream as her form flickered and wavered.

"Go haunt someone else," Yu Holea said calmly. She pressed her fingers together, releasing a pulse of mystic energy.

The ghost howled one last time before vanishing in a burst of black smoke, leaving behind nothing but the faint smell of decay.

Nan Kelin stared at Yu Holea, his mouth hanging open. "You... you just... what was that?" he stammered.

"An exorcism," Yu Holea said casually, brushing her hands off. "She won’t bother you anymore—for now, at least."

Nan Kelin was too overwhelmed to respond. His body shook, his emotions a chaotic mess of fear, relief, and gratitude.

Yu Holea turned her attention to the elevator doors, placing her hand against them.

A faint glow surrounded her fingers as she muttered something under her breath. The doors groaned and creaked before sliding open smoothly.

"Get out," she said firmly, stepping aside.