Chapter 225 : Petty Ghosts are Hard to Deal With 7 (1/2)
While the old man was leading the way ahead of them, Feng Jin lowered his voice in warning. “Stop causing mischief.”
Shi Sheng twirled her sword around wildly like an electric fan, wearing an obstinate expression on her face that practically screamed: I’m not listening! I’ll do whatever I damn well please, try and kill me if you can!
Feng Jin felt like it had been a mistake to bring her along. ‘Is it too late to toss her back home?’
He was just about to use their contract to tame her a bit, but…
“If you dare, I’ll take you down with me!” Shi Sheng warned him as soon as the thought crossed his mind.
“I’m not afraid of death.”
Feng Jin, “…”
‘Even an anxious rabbit will bite when cornered, not to mention a ghost. Although we have a master-servant contract, if she really wants to take me down with her, she has a pretty good shot. Furthermore, she has that sword…’
“Enough already.” Feng Jin felt rather helpless, only issuing a disgruntled warning.
“I’ll stop if you promise to give me new clothes.”
‘Feel like I fucked a dog! As a ghost, I actually have to use my brains just to get some clothes!’
Feng Jin frowned. “Okay.”
Shi Sheng was immediately all smiles as she put her sword away.
Feng Jin, “…”
The old man had already entered the mansion. Seeing this, Feng Jin increased his pace to catch up.
The moment they stepped inside, Shi Sheng felt an uncomfortable sensation pass through her, almost as if there was something eyeing her from the shadows.
There wasn’t much light within the mansion’s interior either, everything looking as if it were covered in a dense layer of fog.
The old man led them up to the second floor, each step they took making the eerie feeling of being watched intensify—it wasn’t a pleasant sensation.
Shi Sheng was so irritated to the point where she wished she could just level the whole place and drag whatever was peeping at her out of its hiding spot.
Perhaps her irritation was too intense because Feng Jin appeared to have noticed.
“It doesn’t dare come near me. Relax,” Feng Jin’s calm voice entered Shi Sheng’s ears.
She turned to look at him before her lips eased into a cold smile. “You think I’m scared of it?”
She stood floating in mid-air, mouth curved in a mocking arc. Although her gaze remained as placcid as ever, in its depths, he could make out the cold savagery that lay hidden behind that unnatural calm.
Feng Jin hurriedly shifted his gaze. His heart thumped wildly, and his breathing quickly became uneven.
He had never seen this side of Ning Ying before. When he gazed into her eyes, he was nearly unable to breathe. In that instant, he felt as though he was trapped in a space where dangers lurked all around.
“Mr. Feng?” The old man’s enquiring voice could be heard from ahead of them. Feng Jin immediately snapped back to reality and walked in the old man’s direction.
Shi Sheng remained at the same spot for a moment before following after him.
Once they entered the room, a thick medicinal scent assaulted their nostrils, bringing with it a queer smell.
A middle-aged man lay on the bed with a sallow complexion. His face was devoid of flesh and looked as though someone had just stretched skin over his skeletal frame. His lips were cracked, and his breathing was very weak.
“Mr. Feng, do have a look.” Tears couldn’t help but escape the old man’s eyes as he looked at the sickly middle-aged man on the bed. “Sir fell ill with no warning, and his condition has been deteriorating every day till his current state that you see now. We’ve tried every method we could think of, but nothing worked. We didn’t have any other option left, so we got someone to send for you.”
Feng Jin asked the old man several questions. Meanwhile, Shi Sheng drifted around the room, clearly not paying much attention to the scene below.
‘The aura here isn’t as strong as it was outside…’
Shi Sheng floated above the middle-aged man and watched as Feng Jin gave the man a check-up. His movements were slow, but he didn’t pause or hesitate, making his ministrations a pleasure to watch.