Ghost Exorciser: The Oust Fake Heiress Strikes-Chapter 303: Points

"Student Lana, you’ve earned ten points."

Lana blinked. "That was quick."

The haunted ground trials were relatively straightforward.

The students had to survive here for two nights.

Simply enduring would earn fifty out of a hundred points.

The remaining points depended on ghost encounters, how wisely and effectively they handled them.

The ten points Lana received were for seeing through the deception of a twenty-year-old ghost, something even seasoned cultivators often failed to do.

Soon after, Lana returned to where her classmates were setting up camp.

When they saw her, smiles spread across their faces.

None of them had expected that while they were still searching for a suitable camping spot, Lana had already exorcised a ghost and become the first to score points.

Meanwhile, the haunted ground remained eerily quiet, as if something far more dangerous was watching from the shadows.

Quinn narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Lana.

He had always been the one to stay ahead of everyone else, the unchallenged frontrunner.

Yet now, Lana had indirectly thrown down a challenge right in front of him.

A slow smile curved his lips.

’Interesting.’

He walked up to her, his steps unhurried.

When Lana noticed him approaching, she raised a brow.

"What do you want?"

Quinn met her gaze directly.

"I won’t lose to you this time."

Lana let out a soft chuckle.

"Then you’ll have to work much harder."

Quinn laughed, a sharp sound edged with competitiveness.

"Since you’re being so competitive," he replied, "we’ll see how far you can go."

With that, he turned and walked away.

Betty came up next, smiling warmly at Lana.

"That was impressive," she said. "Fair and square."

She gave a nod and left.

Layla and Fay followed shortly after, each offering a brief smile before walking away as well.

When it was Wade and Richard’s turn, Richard simply smiled and stepped forward. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a flower.

It looked like a rose.

He held it out to Lana.

"This is from Wade," Richard said. "He found it and gave it to me. He wanted me to give it to you."

Lana didn’t take it.

Instead, she studied the flower carefully, then smiled faintly. She lifted her gaze toward Wade.

"You’re truly clever," she remarked. "This way of eliminating competitors is quite unique."

Richard turned toward Wade, confusion spreading across his face.

Wade met Lana’s gaze, then suddenly burst into laughter and took off running.

"What do you mean?" he shouted as he ran.

But in the very next second, Richard’s stomach twisted violently.

Lana laughed softly.

"I may not know everything," she said calmly, "but I know that what you’re holding isn’t a rose."

She tilted her head slightly.

"It’s a plant that resembles one, but it has strong laxative properties. If you hold it for more than two minutes, or even keep it close to you, you’ll feel an overwhelming urge to find a restroom."

The moment she finished speaking, Richard froze, then bolted.

As he ran, he cursed Wade endlessly in his heart.

’I never thought he’d play this dirty.’

Mr. Crow couldn’t help but glance around before letting out a low chuckle.

"This is... new," he muttered, the faint scent of damp earth lingering in the air.

"From my point of view, I never imagined someone would use such dirty tricks just to claim a place."

Lana shook her head slowly, her fingers brushing against the rough fabric of her sleeve. "You can never trust a human’s face," she replied, her tone flat, almost weary.

With that, she turned away and began searching for her own camping spot.

Everyone else had already settled down, the soft glow of campfires flickering like restless fireflies in the growing darkness.

After setting up a simple, makeshift camp, an inexplicable heaviness settled over her body.

Her eyelids felt warm and heavy, as though sleep itself was pulling her down.

Mr. Crow glanced at her again, his brows knitting together. "You’ve been falling asleep way too easily these days."

Lana nodded faintly, her head dipping almost unconsciously.

Her fingers drifted to the cool jade bracelet around her wrist, its smooth surface calming beneath her touch.

"It really is strange," she murmured. "Maybe this bracelet soothes the mind... helps people sleep. Or maybe Lucian noticed my sleep habits and gave me this on purpose."

Mr. Crow studied her from the corner of his eye. ’Doesn’t she find this suspicious at all?’ he wondered.

Lately, she looked different, almost as if she were repeatedly... satisifed...

Noticing his stare, Lana narrowed her eyes. "You’re just jealous that I get to grow closer to my crush in my dreams."

Mr. Crow fell silent, his thoughts stirring uneasily. ’Is she really not thinking any further?’

Maybe she trusted Lucian too much... or maybe his image to her was too carefully protected.

The moment she drifted off, Lana opened her eyes again.

She stood in a dimly lit room, the air heavy and humid, carrying the faint scent of soap and warm steam.

Confusion flickered across her face until the soft echo of footsteps reached her ears. Turning instinctively, she froze.

Lucian stood there. Completely naked.

Her surroundings sharpened slowly, the tiled walls, the muted light reflecting off damp surfaces.

It was a bathroom. Realization struck her all at once, and heat rushed to her face so fiercely she almost felt blood rushing to her nose.

The sight was overwhelming, far too vivid.

Drawing in a shaky breath, she called out softly, "Lucian..."

She wanted to look, desperately so, yet she shut her eyes at the last second.

’This is inappropriate,’ she scolded herself.

He was unaware of her presence... unaware that she had been intentionally wishing every single night to see him in her dreams, to do unspeakable things to this dream version of him.

Meanwhile, Lucian smirked faintly upon hearing his name.

These past few days, he had sensed her reluctance to fall asleep.

Perhaps she was growing bored. That wouldn’t do.