He wasn’t sure if the AC was on in the basent, but his hair stood on end the mont he reached the first sublevel.
"Great-Grandma is really extravagant, turning on the AC even in the basent," he muttered to himself.
A cute voice ca from behind him: "You’re cold too, mister? Want to share half of my curtain with you?"
"Heh heh... Thanks..." Jin Fan reached out, his hand brushing against sothing icy cold. When he turned around, a pale woman in red stood before him.
Jin Fan had seen her before in the livestream; he thought she was the cleaner Shen Zhiyao had hired.
But he found it very strange. ’Why would a cleaner be wrapped in such a thick curtain?’
Not only was she wrapped in the curtain, but she was now enthusiastically tearing off half of it to drape over Jin Fan.
Jin Fan glanced at the bedsheet, thinking it looked dirty, and tactfully refused, "Actually, I don’t feel that cold anymore... Thanks, though! You may be ugly, but you’re a kind person."
Jin Fan gave Xinxin a silly grin.
The girl, who had been all smiles a mont ago, had her expression change instantly. "If you don’t know how to talk, then just shut up! I kindly offer you my bedsheet, and you call ugly! You’re making so angry!"
Jin Fan was about to explain when the girl’s hand twitched. Half a piece of the curtain shot out like a snake and wrapped him up like a mummy.
The girl in red leaned closer to Jin Fan, puzzled. "Why do you look better wearing a bedsheet than I do?"
As if possessed, Jin Fan said, "Maybe it’s because my family’s rich, so I can afford good skincare? Or maybe it’s just that I’m good-looking, and you’re not?"
Xinxin instantly flew into a rage. "Go to hell, you pretty boy! Why can’t I be the one with a face like that?!"
In a fit of rage, she gave Jin Fan a hard shove, pushing him into the nearby swimming pool.
Jin Fan knew how to swim, but the problem was that he was currently wrapped up like a mummy, unable to move his arms or legs.
"Help... Miss, I was wrong! Don’t go..."
Xinxin, still wrapped in her curtain, stord off in a huff, not caring at all whether Jin Fan drowned.
Jin Fan never thought he would one day die such a pathetic death in a swimming pool.
Just then, the basent suddenly turned black and white. A multitude of leaves floated onto the water’s surface and lifted him out.
Having narrowly escaped death, Jin Fan coughed uncontrollably.
A gentle voice rang out. "Hey, are you alright? What are you doing in the water all alone? Why did you co down to the basent? Didn’t the owner tell you it was off-limits?"
Jin Fan looked up toward the voice and saw a pale-faced girl in a white dress reaching a hand out to him.
Jin Fan nodded. He was about to thank her when he noticed her feet were floating above the ground.
"Um... Your feet..." He trailed off, then it suddenly dawned on him and he started screaming, "AAAAAAH! A GHOST!"
The girl, who had been kind-faced and smiling, instantly turned cold. "I am a Goddess who has cultivated for a thousand years, and you dare call a ghost?!"
Jin Fan was dumbfounded. "So you’re so kind of... ’godly-ugly’ ghost?!"
The girl in white instantly flew into a rage, hitting and cursing at Jin Fan. "What the hell do you know! I was the village belle back in my day! My face just got a little too pale after I died, that’s all! How dare you call ’godly-ugly’? I’ll kill you!"
...
When Shen Zhiyao returned, she saw Jin Fan lying on the basent floor, whimpering and crying.
And the two ghosts were standing right next to him.
The girl in white said with a cold expression, "You’re a big, strong young man. I just gave you a couple of kicks. Do you have to be so dramatic?"
The girl in red snorted coldly. "Serves you right! Are you blind? Couldn’t you tell that Lele is a great beauty? How dare you call Lele ugly! You got off lightly!"
The girl in white let out a soft laugh. "Oh, well, I’m not *that* good-looking, really! When I was alive, I was just the village belle, I suppose!"
As she spoke, the sound of footsteps ca from the basent stairs.
Jin Fan let out a loud WAIL and cried even harder. "Mommy, help ! The basent is full of ghosts!"
His mommy didn’t co; Shen Zhiyao did.
The mont they saw Shen Zhiyao, the two ghosts instantly reined in their tempers and hurried over to greet her.
Shen Zhiyao pursed her lips and pointed at Jin Fan, who was still bawling on the floor. "Er... Who was bullying him?"
Noticing the unfriendly tone in her voice, the two looked at each other, exchanging glances for a while before the Red-clothed Ghost finally stepped forward.
The Red-clothed Ghost hurriedly explained, "I just kicked him lightly a few tis, I didn’t get rough. Actually, Lele was the one who did the most, she was the one holding him down and beating him half to death."
The white-clothed ghost was stunned. "Holy shit! Usually it’s all ’sister this’ and ’sister that,’ but you don’t care when your sister is hurting inside. The mont there’s trouble, you just throw under the bus?!"
Shen Zhiyao said, "Hurry up and let him go!"
"Right, right, right!" The two of them hurriedly freed Jin Fan from the curtain. "We just thought he was too handso and really wanted to play with him, that’s all. Look at this misunderstanding! Haha, it’s all just a misunderstanding!"
"Great-Grandma!" Jin Fan cried, lunging toward Shen Zhiyao.
Shen Zhiyao blocked him by the shoulders. "Stop right there. This qipao I’m wearing is new. If you get my new qipao wet, I’ll let those two ghosts finish you off!"
Jin Fan had no choice but to keep his distance, standing behind Shen Zhiyao, terrified that the two crazy won would co back to beat him up again.
The Red-clothed Ghost imdiately ca forward and said fawningly, "Immortal, so this gentleman is your grandson. We didn’t know! If we’d known, we would have doted on him like our own flesh and blood! We were a bit rough just now, but we were really just playing around with him!"
"He’s not my grandson, but close enough." Shen Zhiyao gave Jin Fan a cool glance. "There’s a limit to ’playing around.’ Mortals are fragile; they can’t handle you two ssing with them like this."
"No, no, no, we promise it won’t happen again!" the Red-clothed Ghost promised, patting her chest.
The white-clothed ghost added, "Do you have any other grandsons? You should tell us in advance, so we don’t have our own people fighting each other."
"For now, he’s the only one who will be coming to my house. No one else will be over. And if soone does show up, they’re probably a thief. Don’t kill them, though. It’ll be a hassle if the police get involved."
As Shen Zhiyao spoke, her gaze swept over the swimming pool. She saw leaves scattered everywhere and a tattered curtain. "Who did this? Who made such a ss of the house? Clean it up, now!"
Without another word, the white-clothed ghost imdiately grabbed so cleaning tools and started tidying up.
Shen Zhiyao then led Jin Fan back to the first-floor living room.
Once he ca to his senses, Jin Fan couldn’t help but ask, "Great-Grandma, why are there ghosts in the basent?"
Shen Zhiyao said, "Those are Fierce Ghosts who have cultivated for a thousand years. The previous haunting at Longfeng Villa wasn’t really a big deal. It was just those two, diligently practicing Nuoxi."
"Huh?"
Jin Fan was dumbfounded. ’They were just practicing Nuoxi, so why did they beat up? They scared the hell out of back then, too...’
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