Chapter 227 : Petty Ghosts are Hard to Deal With 9 (1/2)

Since it was pouring outside, Feng Jin couldn’t inspect the surrounding grounds, but he still continued with his inspection of the mansion’s interior.

“Mr Feng, is there anything wrong?” Having seen Feng Jin’s gloomy manner, the old man’s heart couldn’t help but start to race.

There hadn’t been much light last night, so he hadn’t been able to scrutinise this young man in much detail. His impression had merely stopped at good-looking and indifferent.

However, in the light of morning, he was startled to realise that this young man wasn’t the compassionate type, so he truly didn’t know whether or not he had made the right choice in inviting him.

“Has anyone gone missing as of late?” Feng Jin shot a reproving glare at Shi Sheng, who stood afloat behind the old man, motive unclear.

“No,” the old man answered swiftly. “There are only so many people in the mansion. We all know each other, so I can say for sure that no one has disappeared. Is there any reason why you ask this, Mr Feng?”

The old man looked at Feng Jin in confusion. ‘What does the Sir’s illness have to do with whether or not anyone’s gone missing?’

“Ask him if anyone’s left,” Shi Sheng reminded Feng Jin.

Feng Jin gave her a subtle glare. “Has anyone left the mansion after Qi Mo fell ill?”

The old man sighed, “How could they not leave? Everyone’s afraid with the current situation as it is. A total of four people have left.”

Once he finished, the old man added, “the last one to leave did so yesterday afternoon.”

Feng Jin nodded. “Tell the servants not to come out at night, no matter what they might hear.”

He placed a particularly heavy emphasis on the last few words.

The old man nodded his head in acquiescence, despite not really knowing the reason behind Feng Jin’s request. The old butler subsequently asked about Qi Mo’s condition before leaving to make arrangements.

“Qi Mo can still be saved?” ‘I didn’t reckon that guy had much longer to live.’

Feng Jin fell silent for a moment, before speaking, “Yes.”

Shi Sheng raised a brow.

“Er… you can see her too?” An Su stood behind a pillar, only half of her body visible.

Feng Jin knew who An Su was—he knew the identity of everyone related to Nalan Ying.

He calmly disregarded her presence and headed upstairs, with Shi Sheng gliding after him. An Su could only remain at her original spot, awkwardly rubbing her nose. ‘Dunno why, but I find that ghost a bit cute… Not because of her appearance, but her personality… Of course, she’s very pretty too!’

Feng Jin hadn’t seen what she had: that ghost had drawn a turtle[1] on the Butler’s back.

……

Shi Sheng once again got to see the woman from last night around noon.

She appeared very dignified as she had her meal at the dining table. An Su was seated to her right, and was currently chatting with her.

The woman’s voice was mellow and warm, completely contrary to the person from last night who had broken down in hysterics.

Shi Sheng floated across the table from them. Upon seeing her, An Su’s expression changed.

“Recently, I’ve been stuck here with no one to talk to. This rainstorm was quite timely! Now I have Ms An to help relieve my boredom… Ms An? Why is your complexion so poor? Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

An Su came back to her senses and hurriedly shook her head. “No, I’m fine. It’s…probably just the cold.”

The woman studied the scene outside the window before nodding in agreement. “It is rather cold. I still have some new clothes that I haven’t worn. If you don’t mind, I hope you can make do with them.”

“Of course I wouldn’t mind…” An Su cast occasional glances at Shi Sheng from the corners of her eyes as she chatted with the woman.

She saw Shi Sheng make a fork stand up.

An Su tried to communicate with Shi Sheng by blinking, but the latter appeared oblivious to her efforts as she made the fork slowly ‘walk’ closer to the woman.

The woman shifted her gaze, only to see the fork that was now making its way towards her of its own accord.

“AH!” The woman shot to her feet, causing her chair to fall to the floor behind her. She retreated with a fearful expression. “Don’t look for me, it wasn’t me… It wasn’t me…”