Chapter 227 The Imp Is Difficult to Deal with (9)

Because it was raining outside, Feng Jin didn't go outside and only walked around the villa.

"Mr. Feng, is something wrong?" When the old man saw Feng Jin's gloomy look, his heart pounded.

The light was too dark last night, so he didn't look at the young man carefully. He just thought he was a good-looking man with a relatively indifferent temperament.

But this morning he was shocked to realize that this young man didn't seem to be a kind person, and he didn't know whether it was right for him to come to him.

"Have any of you disappeared recently?" Feng Jin glared warningly at Shi Sheng, who was standing behind the old man and didn't know what he wanted to do.

"No." The old man replied quickly, "There are only a few people in the villa. They don't look up or look down. No one is missing. Why does Mr. Feng ask this?"

The old man looked at Feng Jin strangely. What does his illness have to do with whether someone is missing?

"Ask him if anyone has left." Shi Sheng reminded Feng Jin from behind.

Feng Jin glared at her without any trace, "Did anyone leave the villa after Zimmer fell ill?"

The old man sighed, "Why not? Everyone was scared when something like this happened. A total of four people left."

Finally, the old man added, "The last person to leave was yesterday morning."

Feng Jin nodded, "Ask the servants not to come out at night, no matter what they hear."

Feng Jin increased the volume of the next few words.

The old man nodded in understanding, asked about Zimmer's situation, and then left to make arrangements.

"Is Zimmer still alive?" She looked at the man and saw that he would not live long.

Feng Jin was silent for a while and then said: "Yes."

Shi Sheng raised his eyebrows.

"Um...can you see her too?" An Su stood behind a pillar, only half of his body exposed.

Feng Jin knew An Su and everyone who was related to Nalan Ying.

He ignored her and went upstairs. Shi Sheng followed him and floated up. An Su stood there and touched his nose in embarrassment.

I don’t know why she always thinks that female ghost is a bit cute...

It's not that she looks cute, but she has a cute personality. Of course, she's pretty good-looking too.

The man didn't see it, but she did. She stood behind the housekeeper and drew a bastard on his back.

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At noon, Shi Sheng saw the woman from last night.

Dressed dignifiedly and sitting at the dining table to eat, An Su sat on her right side and talked to her.

The woman's voice was soft and gentle, completely unlike the woman who screamed and collapsed in fear last night.

Shi Sheng floated across from them, and An Su's expression changed when he saw her.

"I've been here all the time recently, and no one has talked to me. Thanks to the rain, Miss An can be here with me to relieve my boredom... Miss An? Why does your face look so ugly all of a sudden? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

An Su came back to his senses and hurriedly shook his head, "It's okay, maybe it's a little cold."

The woman looked outside and nodded in agreement, "It's a little cold, and I still have some new clothes that I haven't worn yet. Miss An will make do with them if you don't mind."

"Why would you dislike it..." An Su glanced at Shi Sheng from the corner of his eye while talking to the woman.

She watched Shi Sheng reach out and stand up the fork on the table.

She blinked hard at her, but Shi Sheng seemed not to notice and moved the fork towards the woman.

As soon as the woman looked back, she saw the fork moving out of thin air on the table.

"Ah!" The woman stood up suddenly, her chair overturned on the ground, and she stepped back with a horrified look on her face, "Don't look for me, it's not me... it's not me..."

"Mrs. Qi." An Su called.

The woman seemed to be frightened, so she turned around and ran upstairs. The servant who came over quickly chased after her.

"Miss An, what happened?" The old man asked An Su with a good attitude, but there was doubt in his eyes.

An Su subconsciously looked at Shi Sheng. Shi Sheng was still sitting in the previous position, but he had put down his fork.

"Miss An?" The old man followed An Su's line of sight and looked over. There was nothing there.

"Just now... I was chatting with Mrs. Qi. I don't know what Mrs. Qi saw, and she suddenly screamed."

An Su concealed Shi Sheng's attempt to scare Mrs. Qi. Although she didn't know why she did that, she felt that she didn't want to harm Mrs. Qi.

After the old man comforted An Su for a few words and chased him upstairs, Shi Sheng got up. When passing by An Su, he left a message, "If you don't do anything wrong, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door."

An Su wanted to reply to her, isn't she a ghost?

Mrs. Qi didn't offend her either. Why was she trying to scare people?

But An Su didn't have the courage to ask.

She went upstairs alone, Shi Sheng's words kept echoing in her mind.

Entering the room, she suddenly felt a chill on her back. The coldness ran from her back to her scalp, and the hairs stood on end. She shivered involuntarily.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, and she seemed to be isolated into another space.

There seemed to be a pair of cold hands slowly moving up behind my back, my back, shoulders, neck...

"Nalan Ying, stop playing around." An Su thought it was Nalan Ying.

No one responded to her, and her neck was pinched by cold hands.

Not Nalan Ying!

These five words flashed through An Su's mind, but it was too late. Her neck was pinched violently, blocking the air from entering her lungs, and her back was pressed against a hard object as cold as ice.

"Uh huh..." An Su struggled violently, but the person holding her behind was so strong that she couldn't break away at all.

An Su was extremely cold, and the pain caused by suffocation made his eyes bloodshot and his vision gradually blurred.

"Feng Jin...I don't want to eat this..."

An Su vaguely heard Shi Sheng's voice, and then she fainted.

When she woke up again, not only was Shi Sheng there, but also the housekeeper and the man called Feng Jin were there.

"Ms. An is awake?" The old man quickly handed over a glass of water and asked with a hint of confusion: "Why is Miss An so faint in the room?"

"I..." An Su opened his mouth, looked at Shi Sheng floating at the end of his bed, and murmured: "I may have encountered a ghost."

The one who strangled her neck was definitely a ghost.

But she was sure it wasn't the female ghost floating opposite her at this moment. That ghost... had a very strange smell.

The old man's expression changed instantly, and his tone became stern, "Miss An, please stop talking nonsense. Where did the ghost come from here?"

"Uncle Housekeeper, to be honest, I have yin and yang eyes. I can see ghosts." An Su smiled bitterly. If possible, she didn't want this ability.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. If she couldn't see anything, she would be like this now, worried all day long, afraid that she would see a ghost standing behind her when she turned around.

The old man didn't know whether he was shocked by the news or something else. He looked at An Su from his side and didn't react for a while.

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