Chapter 222 : Petty Ghosts are Hard to Deal With 4 (1/2)

In the end, Shi Sheng got to eat some meat. Well, she at least got to smell it…

As Feng Jin watched her white figure float here and there in a futile attempt to pick up the meat, he couldn’t help but feel the urge to facepalm a bit. ‘Not only has her personality drastically changed, even her IQ has dropped?’

Shi Sheng wished to express that her IQ hadn’t dropped. She just wasn’t used to being a ghost yet. ‘Can’t eat meat? Bad reviews! Being a ghost is no fun at all…’

Shi Sheng drifted over to Feng Jin. “Do you know a way for me to come back to life?”

‘If the ML could do it, I can too.’

Feng Jin lifted his head to look at her, his dark eyes appearing even gloomier than before. The surrounding temperature seemed to drop a few degrees and the air felt like it was pressing down on her.

Shi Sheng frowned and was about to speak up but suddenly found herself unable to move, as if there were invisible ropes binding her limbs; she couldn’t move a single muscle.

‘Fuck, what’s going on?!’

Feng Jin stood up and pinched Shi Sheng’s chin with those pale fingers of his. He tilted her head upwards slightly and forced her to look at him.

The moment Feng Jin touched her, Shi Sheng felt like her chin was being dissolved by sulfuric acid. That feeling simply made one want to die.

“Ning Ying, what benefits did Nalan Ying give you in exchange for coming back here and testing me, eh?”

‘Fuck! Who’s testing you?! Are you ill in the head or something?!’

Shi Sheng was under immense pain from Feng Jin’s touch, so it wasn’t long before she summoned her sword and slashed it towards Feng Jin. ‘Think I’m a goddamn vegetarian?!’

The moment she pulled out the sword, Feng Jin’s brows furrowed. ‘This sword…’

But Shi Sheng’s sword didn’t allow Feng Jin much time to ponder over things, for it was rapidly closing in on his head. To avoid being slashed to death by the sword, Feng Jin had to quickly release Shi Sheng.

The sword immediately pulled back when it missed its target and flew to Shi Sheng’s side, cutting the invisible ropes tying her in place. Once her bindings were off, Shi Sheng immediately clutched her chin. The piercing pain caused Shi Sheng to yell at Feng Jin, “Feng Jin, what the hell?!”

‘My precious chin… Sonuvabitch, it’s fucking crippled now, innit?’

Feng Jin stood facing the sofa as he settled a dark stare on her… sword. Only after a long while had passed did Shi Sheng feel the burning sensation ease up somewhat. But the moment she lifted her head, she saw that Feng Jin was still closely scrutinising her sword.

“What did Nalan Ying want you to find out about me?” Feng Jin shifted his gaze away from the sword, his tone much warier than before.

‘I didn’t see her for a month, and somehow she obtained this sword from who-knows-where. Not only that, she betrayed me…’ Thinking of this, Feng Jin felt a violent rage bubbling up. ‘Everyone who betrays me should die!’

There seemed to be a tempest rampaging in his eyes that wanted to tear Shi Sheng to pieces.

“Hey, hey now! Don’t go turning black[1] on me!” Noticing there was something off about Feng Jin’s expression, Shi Sheng hurriedly spoke up, “I got nothing to do with Nalan Ying! Why the hell would I take a liking to that horny ghost—What’re you looking at me like that for? Still don’t believe me? Well, I got nothin’ then.”

Shi Sheng simply spread her hands out in front of her with an expression that said ‘believe it or not, I told you the truth’.

‘Really now, blackening at the slightest provocation… So not cute, he definitely can’t be my Feng Ci!’

Shi Sheng firmly gripped her sword as she estimated the gap between their strengths. In the end, she gave up on attacking him.

She really wanted him to let her touch him just a little bit. If he wasn’t Feng Ci, she’d immediately hack him to death. But since she still wasn’t sure if he was or not, she didn’t dare to attack.

Feng Jin stared at her, his thoughts a mystery.

Soon, the room turned silent. Ghosts didn’t need to breathe, but Shi Sheng almost couldn’t even hear Feng Jin’s breathing. If his chest hadn’t been moving up and down, she would have started to suspect this fellow was a ghost too.

“Prove it. Tonight.”

Feng Jin entered his study after saying his piece.

‘Prove it? How?! For fuck’s sakes! I’m(bbb) gonna be angered to a second death!’

In her rage, Shi Sheng fiercely poked Feng Jin’s sofa with her sword. After poking a hole through the sofa, she’d found that it wasn’t enough to vent her anger, so she raised her sword and hacked the innocent sofa into pieces.

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