Chapter 234 : Petty Ghosts are Hard to Deal With 16 (1/2)
The two headed back to where Feng Jin was staying. Strangely, just before they had even entered the neighbourhood, Feng Jin’s expression became increasingly unsightly. The temperature in the surroundings seemed to drop. It was as if a storm was approaching.
Shi Sheng looked at Feng Jin in confusion. ‘Weren’t you fine just a minute ago? How come you’re changing faces so quickly?’
Once they’d climbed the stairs, Shi Sheng finally realised why he looked like he was about to kill someone.The door to Feng Jin’s house was wide open and the interior was a mess. It was clear a burglar had paid a visit.
Feng Jin didn’t bother with the mess, instead making a beeline for the room next to his study.
The door to that room was wide open as well. Feng Jin didn’t stop her from coming in. However, Shi Sheng felt discomfort upon entering, so she wisely retreated through the doorway and peeked at him from outside.
The room was well lit and lined with shelves, all adorned with a variety of strange knick-knacks.. Peach wood swords, copper coins… There was even a furnace in the centre of the room.
Feng Jin proceeded to open a secret compartment in the wall. Sitting inside was a locked safe, which he promptly opened to have a look. Before Shi Sheng could get a good look at its contents, he placed the box back in its place and shut both the safe and compartment, hiding it once more.
Shi Sheng pushed lightly against the doorframe. “What did the intruders want?”
Feng Jin gave her a frigid look. “Clean up outside.”
“I’m not your servant.” Shi Sheng continued pushing against the doorframe. “Not going. How could I do such a bothersome thing?”
“You don’t want your clothes?”
“You said you’d give them to me when we got back!” Shi Sheng glared at him.
Feng Jin ignored her and started cleaning up the room.
Shi Sheng floated there for a while before scratching her head and turning to drift into the living room.
……
The clothes for a ghost needed to be made out of a special paper. Feng Jin personally made two sets.
But when he carried the clothes out…
He stared at his completely bare living room, wondering whetherhe was truly in the right house.
‘Where are my things? Even if it was a bit messy just now, it wasn’t… left with only the walls?!’
Shi Sheng floated in through the front door, appearing none too happy.
“Where’d you put the furniture?” Feng Jin suppressed his anger.
“I tossed ‘em.” Shi Sheng answered nonchalantly.
‘Toss… TOSSED them?!’
Feng Jin took a deep breath. “I told you to clean up the place, not clean out the place!”
“Isn’t it clean enough?” Shi Sheng wore a distasteful expression that practically said ‘how come you’re so hard to please? Why don’t you ascend to the heavens while you’re at it?’
Feng Jin, “…”
‘Of course it’s clean enough… It’s as if I just moved here! Luckily I only got her to clean the living room; otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to live here anymore.’
Once he’d burnt the clothes for her, Feng Jin resigned himself to cleaning up the study and bedrooms alone.
‘So, just what am I keeping this ghost for again? To give me trouble?’
Shi Sheng was dissatisfied with her new clothes. The colour was rather nice, but the style was hideous; not pretty at all.
It was a pity that all of her ‘appeals’ were rejected.
Shi Sheng ran away from home out of anger.
……
At An Su’s place.
The creaking of the bed blended together with a woman’s begging and moaning.
An Su was trapped on the bed by Nalan Ying, who was currently moving forcefully on top of her.
“Nalan Ying… Don’t! Let go of me… Let go… ah! Don’t! Let go…” An Su’s eyes were bloodshot. Her face was similarly flushed a strange red from a mixture of need and anger.