My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser

Assistant Xu remained still on the floor, his eyes were popping out of his eye sockets and he looked like a sick man who was going to have an attack at any moment.  His entire being wasn't shaking but he wasn't breathing either, Song Yan stared at him and waited for him to get out of his shock but then she waited and waited and had to wait some more but Assistant Xu never recovered from the shock that he just received. Song Yan pursed her lips, if not for the rest of the money that Assistant Xu needed to pay her, she would have left without caring about him.

After all, this was exactly what all the non-believers deserved but thinking about the money, Song Yan stopped and poked Assistant Xu with her scythe's staff. She might have as well kicked him because the man didn't even budge the slightest bit, her brows knitted even more sharply and Song Yan called out, " Assistant Xu?"

" Assistant Xu?"

" Hello, Assistant Xu..can you hear me?"

If not for his irises quivering slightly she would have thought that he was already a dead man. Song Yan heaved an irritated sigh, seriously—— this man followed her husband all day and he was this cowardly? As far as she knew, when she died there was a short phase in her afterlife when she wanted to scare Fu Yu Sheng to tears. She haunted him every day but that man was like the reincarnation of a tough man with balls of steel and a heart of iron, he didn't even flinch when she used to do those stupid things as they showed in the paranormal movies.

After wasting so much time on Fu Yu Sheng she didn't scare him to tears but ended up crying bloody tears of frustration herself.

That was her husband, who didn't even shrink away when she was haunting him and then there was assistant Xu who went into a temporary coma all because he was attacked by a female ghost. Song Yan rubbed her fingers on the shaft of the scythe and thought about it clearly—— the female ghost was she scary? Sure, she was missing some bones and whatnot but when compared to her ghostly form—— she was still a bit good looking, at least she didn't smell like a rotten corpse.

" Assistant Xu, snap out of it!" shouted Song Yan, though she could understand that the female ghost was a bit scary from the point of view of a normal person, it wasn't worth going into shock! Like assistant Xu said he was the only son of his family and he wasn't even married! She was afraid that if something happened to this young man who wasn't even thirty yet, then she would have to jump in the yellow river to prove her innocence, she was just trying to save his life. Damn it! She didn't want to get entangled in a messy police case!

She was too young and beautiful to be charged with unintentional murder!

Only then did assistant Xu jerk and then slowly, very slowly like moving his body was hurting every muscle in his body turned his head towards her. She raised one brow and waved her free hand at his face, " you okay there?"

Assistant Xu said nothing, he only looked at the black scythe that was as dark as the pit of hell and his lips twitched. Maybe he was imagining it but the sharp blade of the scythe seemed to have many faces trapped in it. Some were smiling, some seem to be full of rage and gloom while the others simply looked like they were burning in agony. He swallowed maybe what he was seeing was the reality, after what he saw—— who says that what he was seeing was his imagination?

Song Yan followed his gaze and then looked at the long scythe that she was holding, she understood that Assistant Xu was scared of the scythe and then muttered a spell under her breath as the scythe turned its form and returned to its original body —— of the space ring.

Only then did Assistant Xu try to move his lips and say something but all he could say was —— fooh foof ffoh. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't speak properly. He tried to speak four and five times before he could get out a decent voice as he rasped, " Second …ma..madam .. the pin is 7**9 you can transfer the money by yourself." And then he fainted.

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Song Yan did as assistant Xu said, she transferred the money after using his pin and fingerprint sensor. Of course, being the kind lady boss she was, she even helped him send a text message to Fu Yu Sheng and request five days' leave, though the reply that she received from Fu Yu Sheng was nothing but a few ellipses.

She didn't care about it though, she already requested for five days' leave… given assistant Xu's fever and his condition, he wouldn't be able to rise from his bed for the next five days, if Fu Yu Sheng was capable then he should try making assistant Xu get up from his bedridden state, sh will love to see just how capable he was—— labouring a sick man work for him.

That what was she was thinking but she even called Assistant Xu's sister in case Fu Yu Sheng called him to get back to work, though she didn't understand why Assistant Xu's sister was looking at her with shiny eyes.

Back in Assistant Xu's home.

"Yo, bro—— you are a real hidden gem, huh!" Sister Xu smacked her younger on his arm completely ignoring his muttering of ' female ghost'. " You were hiding such a beautiful girlfriend back in your apartment, no wonder you refused to return to our home town with me for so long."

Though Assistant Xu was still bedridden with fever, he was no longer as 'shocked' as he was before and now he was back to a proper state where he could understand human speech. Listening to his sister who kept saying 'girlfriend this' and ' girlfriend that', he scrunched up his brows and looked at her with a slight tilt of his head and asked, " Girlfriend? Who?"

Sister Xu smirked as she prodded her brother with her elbow and slyly said, " oh that beautiful lady that just left you in my care, who else can she be but your girlfriend?"

Assistant Xu didn't understand what his sister was saying but when she mentioned ' beautiful lady' he seemed to have understood whom she was talking about and then Assistant Xu started muttering. ' Demon lord' instead of ' female ghost'.

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