Ghost Exorciser: Is Loved By All -
Chapter 711: Starving
Chapter 711: Chapter 711: Starving
The shapeshifter’s monstrous form convulsed as the talisman burned into its flesh. Its glowing eyes darted between Luo Murong and Yu Holea, realization dawning too late.
"You...you planned this!" it hissed, its voice warped and guttural.
Yu Holea tilted her head, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Of course. You were so busy manipulating, you didn’t realize you were the one being played."
Just then, Luo Bin returned and, seeing the burning reptilian shapeshifter, spat in anger,
"Ba*tard!"
Luo Murong hugged Luo Bin and checked her,
"You aren’t hurt anywhere, right?"
Luo Bin shook her head and explained,
"I am alright. It had tricked me using your face."
Yu Holea nodded as if she had expected this.
"Shapeshifters like this one rely on deception. They think imitation makes them untouchable," she said, her eyes never leaving the writhing creature.
"But they always forget one thing."
The shapeshifter let out a strained laugh, its voice crackling with pain.
"And what... would that be?" it sneered, trying to suppress the agony surging through its body.
Yu Holea’s expression turned cold. "That imitation will never be the real thing."
The moment the reptilian shapeshifter arrived in the disguise of Luo Bin, she noticed that the destiny ring of Luo Bin, which was visible to Yu Holea before, now wasn’t visible.
With a flick of her wrist, she summoned another talisman, this one radiating an even stronger aura.
The creature’s eyes widened in terror.
"You think... this will end me?" it rasped, desperation creeping into its voice.
Luo Murong tightened his grip on his sword.
"No. But it will make sure you regret ever touching my daughter."
With that, he slashed his blade downward, the fiery edge of the weapon cutting through the air.
The shapeshifter howled as the flames licked at its body, its form flickering uncontrollably between human and beast.
Luo Bin took a step forward, her fists clenched.
"This thing tried to take my place. It dared to use my face to hurt my family." Her eyes blazed with fury. "It doesn’t deserve mercy."
Yu Holea smirked. "Then let’s end this."
She hurled the second talisman directly at the creature’s chest.
The moment it made contact, a brilliant golden light erupted, engulfing the shapeshifter in divine energy.
The creature shrieked, its body convulsing as cracks spread across its scaly skin.
"No! You... You don’t understand! I’m not the only one!" it screamed, its voice splintering into something otherworldly.
"There are others! More than you can imagine!"
Luo Murong’s eyes darkened. "Then we’ll deal with them the same way we dealt with you."
With a final, deafening wail, the shapeshifter’s form disintegrated into ash, the last echoes of its cries fading into the air.
Silence filled the room.
Luo Bin exhaled, her shoulders trembling slightly. "It’s over, right?" she asked, looking at Yu Holea.
Yu Holea glanced at the pile of ashes, her expression unreadable. "For now," she said.
Luo Murong took a deep breath and said.
"I have taken down 20."
Luo Bin proudly smiled,
"And I took down 30!"
Yu Holea brightly.
"I took down 50."
Luo Murong rolled his eyes. "You are lying. You were here all the time. You shouldn’t have defeated more than 3."
Yu Holea smiled,
"Well, sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Lu. When the auction was going on, I had planted tracking talismans on more than 57 people. Out of which, 51 had the settings that as long as they are too far from me, they will explode."
Luo Bin’s jaw dropped. "Wait... you mean—"
Yu Holea smirked and flicked her wrist.
"That’s right. The moment they left the auction hall, my talismans detonated. A little failsafe, just in case things got messy."
Luo Murong crossed his arms, his expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. "That’s... quite a ruthless strategy."
Yu Holea raised an eyebrow. "Would you rather they escape and regroup?"
Luo Bin chuckled. "I knew you were crazy, but this? This is next-level."
Yu Holea gave a playful shrug. "I like being thorough."
"Holea, you must be careful from now on. They will definitely come after you."
"Will they? Then I will wait." Yu Holea said with a huge smile.
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At shooting location.
The soft hum of the kitchen appliances filled the air, the only sound breaking the silence as Sheng Yin stirred the simmering white sauce pasta.
The scene was simple enough—domestic, warm, and intimate.
But her hands trembled slightly as she gripped the wooden spoon, her mind racing despite the calm exterior she forced herself to maintain.
This was just another scene, she reminded herself. Just another day on set.
Yet, the moment she felt his presence behind her, her body betrayed her.
Yu Shuchang’s arms wrapped around her waist with a practiced ease, his chest pressing against her back.
His warmth seeped through the thin fabric of her blouse, sending a shudder down her spine.
She froze, her breath catching as his voice rumbled in her ear, low and smooth.
"What are you making?" he asked, his tone casual, but his hand resting on her waist felt anything but.
Sheng Yin bit her lip, her heart skipping a beat.
Focus, she scolded herself.
"White sauce pasta," she replied, her voice steadier than she felt. "Are you hungry?"
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin.
Her pulse quickened, her body betraying her once again as she felt the faint brush of his lips against her nape.
He’s just acting, she told herself, even as her knees threatened to buckle.
But then, he paused.
"Cut!" The director’s voice broke the moment, sharp and decisive.
Yu Shuchang straightened immediately, releasing her and stepping back.
Sheng Yin exhaled quietly, her face flushing as she turned to face him.
"Apologies," Yu Shuchang said, his tone light but his eyes flickering toward her with an unreadable expression.
"I felt a bit dizzy for a moment."
The director nodded, understanding, while Sheng Yin’s cheeks burned.
"Let’s try it again," the director called, and they resumed their positions.
This time, when Yu Shuchang’s arms wrapped around her, she was ready—or so she thought.
His hands slid lower on her waist, his touch lingering just a fraction longer than necessary.
The heat of his body pressed against hers, his lips brushing her neck in a way that made her shiver.
She clenched the spoon tighter, her knuckles turning white as she forced herself to focus on her lines.
"White sauce pasta," she said again, her voice trembling ever so slightly. "Are you hungry?"
He didn’t respond immediately, his lips trailing a slow, deliberate path up her neck.
Her breath hitched, her body betraying her once more as she leaned into him, just slightly. But then, he stopped.
"Cut!"
Again.
And again.
Each time, the scene played out similarly. Yu Shuchang’s hands lingered, his lips traced her skin, and Sheng Yin’s composure cracked a little more.
By the fifth take, her face was as red as a shrimp, her body trembling with a mix of frustration and something she refused to name.
The director frowned, his brow furrowing as he studied Sheng Yin.
"Are you uncomfortable?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.
Sheng Yin shook her head quickly, forcing a smile. "No, I’m fine. It’s just... the heat of the stove."
Yu Shuchang’s lips quirked into a small smirk, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stepped closer. His voice was low, only for her to hear.
"I’ll repeat this scene seven more times if I have to," he murmured, his breath brushing her ear.
"If you’re uncomfortable, tell me now."
Her heart thudded in her chest, her body screaming at her to step away, to break the tension that threatened to overwhelm her.
But she squared her shoulders, meeting his gaze with a defiance she didn’t feel.
"I’m completely fine," she said, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. "This is my profession, after all."
Yu Shuchang’s smirk deepened, his eyes darkening with something she couldn’t quite place.
"We’ll see how long you can hold out," he said softly, his words a challenge and a promise all at once.
Sheng Yin turned back to the stove, her hands trembling as she gripped the spoon.
The heat from the burner paled in comparison to the fire he ignited within her.
She could feel his gaze on her, heavy and unrelenting, as the director called for the scene to start again.
This time, when Yu Shuchang’s arms wrapped around her, his touch was deliberate, his lips lingering longer than before.
His hand slid up her side, his thumb brushing just beneath the curve of her breast.
She gasped, her body arching into him instinctively, her mind and heart at war.
"White sauce pasta," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you hungry?"
Yu Shuchang’s lips curved against her skin, his breath hot as he murmured, "Starving."
Sheng Yin gritted her teeth.
’He is starving, indeed.’
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