Chapter 235 : Petty Ghosts are Hard to Deal With 17 (1/2)

After Shi Sheng ran away from home, she floated around streets where she’d sometimes encountered other ghosts.

Worlds that were too filthy were filled with innumerable, wrongful deaths. And as a result, more people would linger among the living instead of passing on after their deaths.

Obsession, non-acceptance, hatred, longing… No matter which one, it would cause people to remain behind in this world.

Shi Sheng’s expression was mocking as she made her way through the crowds of well-dressed people. ‘Even if these people wear fancy suits and pretty dresses, their hearts are already rotten beyond redemption.’

No matter how much perfume or makeup they used, it was unable to cover up the stench that came from their bones.

The evil that was born of darkness ate away at their minds, and wouldn’t stop until it had consumed them entirely.

Shi Sheng floated and floated. She even didn’t know where she was anymore. The buildings around her were shorter than before.

She floated to the roof of a random building, leaned back, and pillowed her head on her hands as she looked up at the starless sky above. As a breeze brushed past, her navy-blue dress fluttered slightly and her dark hair flew freely behind her.

Time passed like flowing water till the city fell asleep.

Shi Sheng cracked her neck before jumping down from the balcony. She landed in an old alleyway and slowly started to amble forward without a destination in mind.

“Help—!”

“Go away! Don’t come over! Aaaah—!”

Shi Sheng’s movements paused as she turned to look at the small alley that branched off from the one she was passing through.

In the dim yellow glow cast by the streetlamps, she could see several aggressive-looking shadows surrounding a girl. They looked very twisted.

Shi Sheng stared for about a minute. She watched as the shadows pressed the girl to the ground. She watched as the girl screamed in despair.

And she sighed.

“Scram!”

Shi Sheng pulled her sword out and charged over. With only a sweep of her blade, the shadows were quickly disposed of.

Once the cold and sticky feeling vanished, An Su’s almost collapsed mental state slowly recovered.

She saw the expressionless young woman in a navy-blue dress holding a sword, whose gaze was that of someone who had lived beyond their years and experienced many things; it was calm to the point of terrifying others.

It was like the woman was standing above the clouds. One could only respect her; no one could tarnish her.

But the moment she spoke, her style changed completely.

“I really don’t know how you’re supposed to survive till the end with your current ability,” Shi Sheng ridiculed as she poked her sword into the ground in front of An Su.

There were still tears on An Su’s face. ‘Ghost-jiejie, can you not be so harsh?’

She clambered up from the ground and wiped away the traces of tears on her face. “Ghost-jiejie, why are you here?”

‘For some reason, as long as Ghost-jiejie is here, I feel very safe.’

“None of your business.” Shi Sheng put away her sword.

An Su, “…” ‘Okay… I won’t ask.’

“Ghost-jiejie, thank you for helping me just now! This is the third time you’ve saved me!” An Su changed the topic.

“Third time? Since when? Did I save you another time while I was dreaming or something?” ‘How come I only remember two at the most? Could I have saved her in my sleep or something?’

An Su started counting with her fingers. “The first time was in the basement. The second time was in Qi Mo’s room. The third time was just now. I don’t have any other way to repay you, so why don’t I just repay you with my body?”

‘Wut? Repay me with your body? I’m(bbb) not the ML! What’re you paying me(bbb) with your body for?! I’m(bbb) not a lesbian!

Also…’

“Nalan Ying saved you the second time. That had nothing to do with me.”