My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser

Chapter 1452: Clearing up misunderstandings



"Sister, can I join you two?"

Song Yan opened her eyes and gazed at the beautiful woman standing in front of her. She was dressed in a light pink robe, with her hair fluttering behind her.

"Little He, Master Jie came here to discuss our wedding preparations," Song Yan heard herself say as she looked at the girl in front of her.

"But sister, I also want to hear about the wedding preparations," Duan He pouted and remarked then without standing in ceremony she walked forward and sat next to Shao Jie.

A flush appeared on her cheeks as her shoulders brushed with Shao Jie, who cleared his throat and then pulled away from the girl sitting next to him.

Song Yan didn't miss the anger flashing in Duan He's eyes as she glared at Shao Jie for pulling away from her.

"Why do you want to hear about the wedding preparations, Lady He?" Shao Jie questioned lightly. "As far as I know you are my fiancée's little sister. All you need is to dress up that day and have fun."

Song Yan felt her lips curl up in a shy smile as she looked at the man who had slid close to her.

As she was looking at the man who was sitting next to her, she completely forgot to gaze at her sister who was now gazing at her with sheer hatred in her eyes.

Darkness fell over her eyes as Song Yan found herself standing on the foot of the stairs, with a sword soaked in blood. Her long vibrant red robes were stained with the blood of those she had killed.

"Duan He! I don't think I have treated you badly!" Her voice thousand times louder than her usual voice echoed all over the surrounding area. It made the ground tremble and the sky shake. "Then why did you have to betray me like this? What have I done to deserve this? I have treated you with love and affection, and have given you the respect that you didn't deserve!" "Why did you have to kidnap me? Why did you impersonate me to marry my husband?"

Duan He stood on the other end of the stairs, her expression was cold as she stared at her sister.

"Respect? Love? Honour? Sister, you have only given me the alms that you did not want. You say that you have treated me fairly but let me ask you something, have you given me the right to take over as the leader of the sect?"

"You knew that I loved and admired Brother Shao Jie but you didn't let me marry him! Why didn't you give him to me if you treat me as well as you claim?!"

"You should have given everything to me, your younger sister if you loved me! Why didn't you!?"

Duan He seemed to have gone crazy as she looked at the woman standing beneath her. She wanted to be the leader of the sect, and she also wanted Shao Jie -- her sister claimed that she loved her but she left her to suffer.

She didn't give her anything that she deserved and yet went around claiming that she loved her. Duan He hated her sister very much.

"So you went ahead and learned dark arts?" Song Yan stepped forward as she glared at the woman. "You knew that your core was not good enough for cultivation so you chose dark arts as a means to get what you wanted? I didn't know that I had raised you into this despicable beast."

"If I had known I would have killed you!"

"Hahahahahaha! Even if you want to kill me now sistr, it is too late!" Duan He chortled as she covered her belly and turned to the many archers who were stationed behind her, "Kill her! Ruin her soul and pierce it into several pieces."

"NO!" Shao Jie screamed as his eyes popped out of their sockets, he tried to get rid of the heavenly whip that was tied around his hands and waist, stopping him from moving or drawing his sword.

The pressure on his shoulders was similar to that of carrying the sky on his frail body and he couldn't even get up from the ground where he was kneeling.

Duan He did not listen to his roar and victoriously raised her head as the arrows pierced the body of her sister.

"Duan He! I curse you! I curse you a rotten life, what you have done to me shall happen to you too your soul will be ripped into pieces as well. However death will never knock on your door, you shall stay in this world for years to come."

"You will live but you will be a step away from death -- and the only one who can give you liberation from that pain would be me!"

Song Yan's eyes turned red as her body bent double, but she didn't allow her knees to sink as she refused to kneel in front of Duan He.

"Even if I have to crawl from hell, I shall do that if that means to see your head fall in front of me!"

And as darkness fell over her eyes once again, she found herself in a literal hell.

Gasp!

Song Yan opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling on top of her. Her hands flailed around as she tried to find her phone.

"What are you looking for?" A familiar voice asked her and Song Yan turned to look at Fu Yu Sheng. Her pupils constricted when she realised that this man looked rather similar to Shao Jie in her dream.

"You--what are you doing here?" Song Yan asked in a hoarse voice.

"Your father called me after he saw you faint," Fu Yu Sheng sat next to Song Yan, only then did Song Yan see the swollen cheeks and blackened eye on Fu Yu Sheng's face. "They were apparently not happy with the rumours that are circulating outside."

"Are you sure those are just rumours?" Song Yan asked as she took a sigh of relief. She was truly not dreaming and returned home.

"Of course! Do you think that I will-- I will even think of getting close to that woman?" Fu Yu Sheng hated Duan He, he hated her so much that he wished he could kill her every time he

saw her.

However, he wasn't strong enough and he found out that Duan He was not alone. She was actually running a sect under the pretext of serving the rich and the poor but the truth was that sect was a dark sect.

Dark cultivators were protecting Duan He like her own personal bodyguards. They would die for that woman if the situation called for it.

If not for the fact that he couldn't take so many cultivators alone with Xiao Bai, he would have destroyed that sect.

How could Song Yan even think of such a thing?

Song Yan carefully assessed Fu Yu Sheng's expression and did not miss the look of hatred that flashed in his eyes. Strictly speaking, he shouldn't hate Duan He as she had done nothing to him yet--- but from the looks of it, Fu Yu Sheng seems to hate that woman a lot. "Shao Jie," Song Yan called him by that man's name who was the cause of her tragic demise in

a way and sure enough she noticed Fu Yu Sheng stiffened.

Ah! So that was it!

"You--How do you know that name?" Fu Yu Sheng questioned, his eyes wide in surprise.

He thought that Song Yan didn't know that name.

When Song Yan heard him say those words, she understood what happened and almost lost her temper. She raised her feet and kicked the man off the bed.

"You are really good, Yu Sheng! Don't tell me you wanted to go ahead and take revenge on Duan He alone?"

Fu Yu Sheng neither agreed nor denied but Song Yan knew that she had hit the bull's eye. She was so angry that she wished she could hit this man even more but when she saw his swollen face and puffy eyes, her anger calmed down.

She reprimanded him severely, "How powerful do you think you are? Even if you have the powers of an immortal do you think you can take down a woman who has been alive for

centuries?"

"What about you?" Fu Yu Sheng shouted back. "At least I have my powers intact, what about you? Your powers were locked and destroyed in hell--"he pursed his lips immediately but everything was said and done already.

Song Yan caught his collar when he tried to make a run for it and questioned him, "How do you know that? How do you know that my powers were destroyed in hell?"

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