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

“Madam Qi,” An Su called out to her.

But the woman appeared to have been completely scared out of her wits. She turned and ran upstairs, followed soon after by the servants that had been drawn there by her scream.

“Ms An, what happened?” The old man asked her pleasantly, but there was doubt in his eyes.

An Su subconsciously looked at Shi Sheng. She was still seated calmly on her chair, having already put the fork down.

“Ms An?” The old man followed An Su’s gaze but was only met with thin air.

“Just now… Madam Qi and I were chatting. I don’t know what she saw, but she suddenly started screaming.”

An Su covered for Shi Sheng about the incident with Madam Qi. Although she didn’t have a clue why the former had done so, she felt as though Shi Sheng didn’t have any intention of hurting Madam Qi.

After comforting An Su a bit, he chased after his Madam up the stairs. Only then did Shi Sheng get up. As she passed by An Su, she spoke, “People with a clear conscience have no need to fear that ghosts will come knocking on their door.”

An Su really wanted to retort with, “Aren’t you a ghost? Madam Qi didn’t offend you in any way, so why are you scaring her?”

But An Su lacked the guts to do so.

She climbed upstairs alone as Shi Sheng’s words constantly repeated themselves in her head.

The moment she entered her room, she felt her back freeze over. A chill rushed up her spine and to her scalp, causing her hairs to stand on end. She couldn’t help but quiver at the sensation.

It was eerily quiet. She almost felt as if she’d entered a world separate from her own.

A frigid touch seemed to slowly make its way up her spine, and then over her shoulders, finally coming to rest on her neck.

“Nalan Ying, stop fooling around.” An Su thought it was Nalan Ying.

Nobody answered her.

Her neck was gripped by bitingly-cold fingers.

‘It’s not Nalan Ying!’

Even as the thought flashed through An Su’s mind, it was already too late; the grip on her neck tightened, cutting off her oxygen supply. An object both firm and arctic in temperature pressed against her back.

“Mmm! Mhmm…” An Su struggled fiercely, but the one holding onto her simply increased the strength of their grip. She was unable to wrestle free.

An Su felt as though she’d turned to ice. The pulsing pain that came with oxygen-deprivation pounded at her. Her eyes filled with scarlet threads and her vision turned blurry.

“Feng Jin… I don’t wanna eat this…”

An Su only managed to hear some snippets of Shi Sheng speaking before she fainted.

When she awoke once more, not only was Shi Sheng present, the Butler and the man called Feng Jin were there as well.

“You’re awake, Ms. An?” The old butler deftly passed her a glass of water before questioning her in a slightly doubtful tone, “May I ask why you fainted in your room?”

“I…” An Su opened her mouth, and looked at Shi Sheng, who was currently floating at the end of her bed, before finishing in a whisper, “I think I met a ghost.”

The one that had attempted to strangle her was definitely a ghost.

But she was certain that it hadn’t been the ghost currently floating in front of her. The one that attacked her…had a very peculiar stench.

The old man’s expression changed suddenly, his tone turning stern, “Do not joke around, Ms An. How could there be a ghost here?”

“Uncle Butler, I’ll be honest with you—I have yin-yang eyes, so I can see ghosts.” An Su smiled bitterly. If she had any choice in the matter, she definitely wouldn’t want this ability.

Great power came with great responsibility.

‘If I couldn’t see them, would I have to be on edge all the time, afraid of seeing a ghost behind me the moment I turn around?’

The old man stiffened and stared at An Su. Perhaps it was out of shock, or some other unknown reason, but he only managed to react after a very long time.

[1] I don’t know if this is relevant, but turtles are often likened to… male genitalia.