Ghost Exorciser: The Oust Fake Heiress Strikes-Chapter 416: Feng Shui

Calmly, she took out an intermediate exorcism talisman. A faint glow pulsed across its surface.

Without hesitation, she flicked it forward. The moment it activated...blinding light erupted.

The entire room was flooded with brilliance, so intense that even the shadows seemed to scream.

The child spirits shrieked in unison, their forms distorting violently. One by one...they began to disintegrate.

Like ash being scattered by the wind. Their bodies broke apart, dissolving into nothingness as the light consumed them entirely.

Within seconds...they were gone.

Lana watched the scene quietly, her expression softening ever so slightly.

"There’s something... poetic about this," she murmured, almost nostalgically. "Makes me feel like writing a poem."

Mr. Crow clicked his beak in annoyance. "Focus."

She chuckled lightly. "Alright, alright."

Meanwhile, the main ghost had seen enough. Fear.

For the first time, it appeared in his hollow eyes.

Without hesitation, he turned... and tried to flee.

But in the very next second, Lana raised her hand, her fingers curling slightly as her mystic energy gathered at her fingertips.

A glowing sphere formed in her palm.

It was about the size of a small melon, swirling with faint streaks of light that moved like liquid under its surface.

Without hesitation, she flicked her wrist. The mystic ball shot forward. It struck the fleeing ghost directly.

A shriek burst out instantly, sharp and piercing, but unlike before, the sphere didn’t disperse on impact. Instead, it clung to the ghost, its surface rippling like water.

Then, it began to engulf him. Like waves swallowing a stone. Slowly. Relentlessly.

The ghost struggled, his form flickering violently as the sphere wrapped around him, consuming him inch by inch.

His shrieks grew more desperate, more distorted, until his entire body was trapped within the glowing orb.

Lana let out a soft chuckle as she watched. "And who gave you permission to leave?"

Her voice was calm, almost teasing, yet carried a faint edge of authority.

"I gave you a chance earlier," she continued, tilting her head slightly. "You didn’t take it."

Her eyes narrowed just a fraction. "So forget about running now."

With a small flick of her fingers, the sphere compressed... And the ghost vanished completely.

After dealing with the spirit, Lana began walking through the mansion, her footsteps slow and deliberate as she observed her surroundings more carefully.

The air felt... off. Not haunted anymore. But unbalanced.

’Something’s wrong ...’

She paused near a corner, her gaze sweeping across the layout of the house. ’This isn’t just about ghosts...’

A faint frown appeared on her face. Feng Shui.

She wasn’t an expert, far from it. In fact, it was something they would only begin studying in the next semester at Shadowridge University.

Still, she had read about it out of curiosity, going through a few case studies here and there.

’The flow here feels disrupted... but I can’t pinpoint where exactly.’

After ensuring there were no lingering spirits, she finally stepped out of the mansion.

The moment the middle-aged man saw her, he rushed forward, anxiety written all over his face. "Miss Lana! How did it go? Did the ghost leave?"

Lana gave a small chuckle. "It’s already been taken care of."

For a moment, the man froze. His eyes widened in disbelief. Then doubt crept in. Without another word, he hurried past her and rushed inside the mansion.

As he stepped in, his body tensed instinctively. But then...he blinked. The cold was gone. Completely gone.

Instead of that bone-chilling presence, the air felt... normal. Slightly warm, even. The oppressive silence had lifted. No whispers. No creaks. No shadows moving in the corners.

Nothing. The mansion felt peaceful. His shoulders slowly relaxed, and a wave of relief washed over him. ’It’s... really gone ...’

He rushed back outside.

Lana stood there, casually checking something on her phone, as if she hadn’t just dealt with a centuries-old ghost.

The man’s face lit up, and he instinctively stepped forward, extending his hand for a handshake, only to pause midway, hesitating before pulling it back.

Instead, he bowed his head slightly. "Thank you... Thank you so much."

Lana looked up, a faint smile on her lips. "You’re welcome."

Then, after a brief pause, she added, "But if you want my honest advice... You should spend some money and get the Feng Shui of this place checked."

The man blinked, surprised.

"This might sound unrelated," she continued calmly, "but if this isn’t fixed, you’ll keep facing problems. Maybe not major ones, but frequent minor issues. Fires, damages, repairs... things that slowly drain money."

The man’s expression changed. Because... It was true.

"There have been... incidents," he admitted slowly. "Small burns... sudden damages... things like that."

He looked at her, hope flickering in his eyes. "Do you know how to fix it?"

Lana shook her head honestly. "Not yet. I’m still a student. I’ll learn it in the future."

He hesitated before asking, "Then... can you recommend someone?"

Lana thought for a moment. "There might be someone."

She took out her phone and made a call. After a few rings, a voice came from the other side. "Hello?"

"It’s me," Lana replied. "I need a favor."

There was a brief pause. Then...

"Oh, it’s you," the voice, Betty, responded immediately. "Alright. Tell me the details."

Lana explained the situation briefly. Without hesitation, Betty agreed. "If it’s you asking, I’ll handle it, but you owe me one."

Lana blinked, slightly surprised. ’She’s treating this like a favor ...’

She had only intended to present it as a business opportunity. ’Connections really do matter ...’

After ending the call, she looked back at the man. "Someone will come and handle it."

The man nodded quickly, relief evident on his face. As Lana looked at him, something caught her attention.

A faint golden aura. Surrounding him. ’That’s ...’

Her eyes narrowed slightly. Luck. And not just ordinary luck. This man was incredibly fortunate.

Even with the mansion’s terrible feng shui and the presence of a ghost for years, he had still managed to earn a significant amount, nearly $240,000 annually.

’With proper Feng Shui... he could go even further.’