Ghost Exorciser: The Oust Fake Heiress Strikes-Chapter 112: Mystic Energy Into Life Force

Lana slowly placed Naina on the nearby chair and stared at the ghost figure, which resembled Naina almost 50%.

Completely opposite to what Lana had seen in her vision.

Did Lana misunderstand all along? No.

Lana was right all along; however, she noticed something that made her kiss Naina’s cheeks again and again.

She had personally seen how the faint red tinge surrounding Naina slowly drained away the moment Naina pressed a soft kiss against her cheek.

It was only then that Lana felt something was wrong.

To ensure she wasn’t imagining things, she leaned forward again, brushing her lips against Naina’s cheek once more, and then again, unable to stop herself.

Sure enough, the red aura that clung to Naina’s body visibly began to fade, gradually thinning out like mist dispersing at dawn.

What stunned Lana the most was the transformation in Naina’s state.

Just moments before, Naina had looked hollow, her breath faint, and her complexion had carried the dull shade of someone teetering on the edge of death.

Now, with each kiss, color returned to her skin, the hollowness eased bit by bit, and even her breathing steadied.

"What the heck..." She murmured in disbelief.

It was only then that Lana began to suspect something unbelievable.

’My kisses... are giving her life force? Energy?’ The idea made her hands tremble slightly.

At first, fear clawed through her chest.

’What if I drain myself dry? What if I end up weaker than her?’ Worried, she mentally called out to Mr. Crow.

"Mr. Crow," she asked inwardly, trying to keep her tone steady, "is my life force being depleted?"

Mr. Crow, who had been just as stunned by what he was witnessing, immediately checked her energy flow.

His voice rang sharply in her mind.

"Your life force is untouched. Not even a fraction has changed. It is stable."

Only after hearing that did Lana continue pressing her lips to Naina’s cheeks and jaw, carefully and repeatedly.

She watched the fading red aura dissolve layer by layer and realized that she was indeed transferring something, though not life force.

’This is my mystical energy... converting into life force for her,’ she understood.

And that realization hit her another way, as a wave of exhaustion slowly began to seep into her limbs. Her breaths grew thin. Her hands subtly trembled.

Mr. Crow’s voice rose in urgency.

"Lana, stop. Your mystical reserves are draining too quickly. This could collapse your body."

However, Lana didn’t stop. Her gaze softened at Naina’s improving complexion.

Once she felt Naina had at least reached fifty percent stability, Lana finally pulled back.

By then, her own face had turned pale as frost, her lips losing color, and a faint dizziness swirled behind her eyes.

Mr. Crow flew closer in agitation.

"How will you handle the ghost like this? You can barely stand."

Lana laughed weakly, though it echoed only in her thoughts. ’I’ll manage. I have to.’

Naina blinked slowly, her voice faint yet aware.

"What... happened to you, Lana?"

"Nothing." Lana replied gently, hiding her breathlessness. "Just listen to me. Do not rush near me while I am dealing with the ghost..."

After making sure Naina was settled in a chair, Lana turned her attention to the ghost.

The ghost had shifted form now, sitting on a nearby chair in a disturbingly human manner, mimicking Naina’s earlier posture.

Its half-formed face resembled Naina’s by nearly fifty percent, its eyes flickering with both confusion and an ominous glint that suggested hunger and intent.

This scene might have caused many to faint.

Lana smirked, steady and cold.

The ghost narrowed its eyes before curling its lips into an eerie smile that seemed to stretch too unnaturally.

Even though the ghost’s morphing ability unsettled Lana deeply, she did not let her fear show.

’If I falter even slightly... if I show fear... I’ll lose. Fear strengthens them. Confidence restrains them.’ She reminded herself of the core rule.

She stepped forward with slow, steady movements.

At her approach, the ghost frowned slightly. Lana took this as confirmation that her tactic was working.

Without hesitation, she pulled several exorcism talismans from her sleeve and flung them toward the ghost. Yet the ghost only lifted a languid hand.

The talismans burned away mid-air, falling as ash before they could touch it.

Lana’s heart clenched, but she did not retreat.

Instead, she slapped an aura-hiding talisman onto her own chest, allowing her presence to blur for a moment.

Quietly gathering her remaining mystical energy, she pointed her index finger and directed a concentrated pulse toward the ghost.

At first, the ghost didn’t move, believing Lana was too weakened to pose danger.

However, when the energy reached it, the ghost’s expression shifted instantly.

The mystic energy was pure, potent, and carried the ability to burn the soul.

The ghost dodged, darting away with sharp, fluid motions.

But Lana had moved too, appearing behind it with surprising precision.

She attacked again. The ghost’s eyes widened. Somehow, Lana’s aura was invisible and unpredictable.

The ghost grew furious, and in a violent burst of movement, it slammed its hand forward, sending Lana crashing into a nearby wall.

Her back struck the stone with a painful smack, and she nearly groaned as the breath was forced from her lungs.

Mr. Crow fluttered anxiously. "Lana! Are you injured?"

Lana wiped the thin line of blood from her lip and forced herself upright.

Her gaze snapped to the ghost that was now advancing toward Naina. Her eyes widened sharply.

Without hesitation, Lana lifted her hand once more and unleashed a torrent of blue mystic energy.

The ghost panicked this time, attempting to dodge, but the energy arced, curved, and followed it unnaturally.

Mr. Crow was guiding the energy with his psychic ability, forcing the ghost into its path.

The blast struck. The ghost convulsed, its form flickering.

At that very moment, a sharp shriek tore through the air.

Naina had driven a knife into her own chest.

Just as Lana had instructed her earlier.

When a morphing ghost integrates with a host, inflicting harm on the host reflects onto the ghost.

Since this ghost was using a forbidden merging technique, the pain doubled, dragging its essence into instability.

The ghost writhed, shrieking.