Because it was raining outside, Feng Jin didn't go outside. Instead, he walked around the villa.
"Mr. Feng, is there something wrong?" The old man's heart pounded when he saw Feng Jin's gloomy expression.
It was too dark last night, so he didn't get a good look at this young man. He only thought that he was a good-looking man with a cold personality.
But this morning, he realized that this young man didn't seem like a kind person. He didn't know if he was right to ask him to come.
"Did anyone go missing recently?" Feng Jin glared warningly at Shi Sheng, who was standing behind the old man. He didn't know what Shi Sheng was up to.
"No," the old man replied quickly. "There are only a few people in the villa. We see each other all the time. Why are you asking this, Mr. Feng?"
The old man looked at Feng Jin strangely. What did Sir Feng's illness have to do with anyone going missing?
"Ask him if anyone left," Shi Sheng reminded Feng Jin.
Feng Jin glared at him. "Did anyone leave the villa after Qi Mo fell ill?"
The old man sighed. "Why not? Everyone was scared when something like this happened. A total of four people left."
In the end, the old man added, "The last person to leave was yesterday morning."
Feng Jin nodded. "Tell the servants not to come out tonight, no matter what they hear."
Feng Jin emphasized the last few words.
The old man nodded as if he understood. He asked about Qi Mo's condition again before leaving to make the necessary arrangements.
"Can Qi Mo be saved?" That man didn't seem to have much time left.
Feng Jin was silent for a moment before answering, "Yes."
Shi Sheng raised his eyebrows.
"Um … can you see her too?" An Su was standing behind a pillar, only half of her body visible.
Feng Jin knew An Su. He knew everyone related to Nalan Ying.
He ignored her and went upstairs. Shi Sheng followed him. An Su stood in place and rubbed her nose awkwardly.
For some reason, she felt that the female ghost was a little cute …
It wasn't her looks, but her personality. Of course, she was also quite good-looking.
That man didn't see her, but she did. Earlier, she was standing behind the butler and drew a tortoise on his back.
…
At noon, Shi Sheng saw the woman from last night.
She was dressed in a very dignified manner and sat at the dining table to eat. An Su sat to her right, chatting with her.
The woman's voice was soft and gentle, completely unlike the woman who had screamed and collapsed last night.
Shi Sheng floated over to them. When An Su saw her, her expression changed.
"Recently, I've been here all the time, and there's no one to talk to me. Thanks to this rain, Miss An can accompany me here to relieve my boredom … Miss An? Why did his face suddenly turn so ugly? Are you feeling unwell? "
An Su regained her senses and hurriedly shook her head. "It's nothing. Maybe it's just a bit cold."
The woman looked outside and nodded in agreement. "It is a little cold. I still have some new clothes that I haven't worn. If Miss An doesn't mind, please make do with them."
"Why would I dislike it …" An Su glanced at the Shi Sheng out of the corner of her eye as she spoke to the woman.
She watched as Shi Sheng reached out and picked up the fork from the table.
She kept blinking at her, but Shi Sheng didn't seem to see it and moved the fork in the woman's direction.
As soon as the woman retracted her gaze, she saw the fork on the table move over out of thin air.
"Ah!" The woman stood up abruptly, causing her chair to topple to the ground. She retreated with a terrified expression. "Don't look for me. It wasn't me … It wasn't me …"
"Mrs. Qi," An Su called out.
The woman seemed to be frightened. She turned around and ran upstairs. The servants who had rushed over hurriedly chased after her.
"Miss An, what happened?" The old man asked An Su politely, but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.
An Su reflexively looked at Shi Sheng. Shi Sheng was still sitting in his previous seat, but he had already put down his fork.
"Miss An?" The old man followed An Su's gaze, but it was empty. There was nothing there.
"Just now … I was chatting with Mrs. Qi. I don't know what she saw, but she suddenly screamed."
An Su hid the fact that Shi Sheng had scared 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 and went upstairs, Shi Sheng stood up. As he passed by An Su, he said, "If you don't do anything wrong, you don't need to be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door."
An Su really wanted to retort, 'Isn't she a ghost?
Mrs. Qi didn't offend her, so why did she scare her? '
But An Su didn't have the guts to ask.
She went upstairs alone, Shi Sheng's words echoing in her mind.
After entering the room, she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. The chill spread from her spine to her scalp, causing her hair to stand on end. She couldn't help but shiver.
Her surroundings were terrifyingly quiet. It was as if she had been isolated in another dimension.
There seemed to be a pair of cold hands slowly moving up from her back, her back, her shoulders, her neck …
"Nalan Ying, stop playing around." An Su thought it was Nalan Ying.
No one responded. An ice-cold hand grabbed her by the neck.
'It's not Nalan Ying!'
These words flashed through An Su's mind, but it was too late. Her neck was violently choked, cutting off air from entering her lungs. Her back was pressed against an ice-cold, hard object.
"Mmph …" An Su struggled violently, but the person behind her was too strong. She couldn't break free.
An Su was extremely cold. The suffocating pain caused her eyes to become bloodshot, and her vision gradually blurred.
"Feng Jin … I don't want to eat this …"
In a daze, An Su heard Shi Sheng's voice. Then, she fainted.
When she woke up again, not only was Shi Sheng there, but the butler and the man called Feng Jin were also there.
"Miss An, you're awake?" The old man quickly handed her a glass of water. He asked in confusion, "Miss An, why did you faint in your room?"
"I …" An Su opened her mouth. She looked at Shi Sheng, who was floating at the foot of her bed. "I might have met a ghost," she stammered.
The person who was choking her was definitely a ghost.
But she was sure that it wasn't the female ghost floating in front of her. That ghost … had a very strange smell.
The old man's expression instantly changed. His tone became stern. "Miss An, don't speak nonsense. How could we have ghosts here?"
"Uncle Butler, to be honest, I have the Yin-Yang Eye. I can see ghosts." An Su smiled bitterly. If possible, she didn't want this ability.
The greater the power, the greater the responsibility. If she couldn't see, she wouldn't be like this now. She wouldn't be living in fear every day, afraid that a ghost would appear behind her if she turned around.
She didn't know if the old man was shocked by this news or something else, but he froze and stared at An Su. For a long time, he didn't react.
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