Restricted Lovers [Complete] - 11

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Episode 4, Chapter 4: The Ghost Maid.

After hearing this somewhat interesting story, it was getting late, and it was clear that Ryua didn't want to stay any longer. Just as she was about to take her leave, the young boss spoke first, "Let Old Chen take you back; he's already nearby."

"I told you, don't always act on your own."

Seeing that Ryua was about to get angry again, a piercingly screeching sound of tires suddenly rang out from the street, as terrible as the slaughter of pigs and chickens, or even the hysterical screams of a woman. Instantly, all the pet dogs and stray dogs nearby began to bark.

My heart had just tightened at the noise when, the next second, I heard a "screech."

Most people could easily recognize it as the hoarse scream of a reckless driver slamming on the brakes, the tires locked, yet still propelling the car forward—a horrible wail like the agonizing cry of a human whose right hand had been twisted off.

The car continued to slide forward, leaving two deep skid marks on the ground, until it finally came to a complete stop in front of the hardware store. The car bounced backward, releasing the force accumulated on the front wheels.

││It was a yellow taxi.

Are you kidding me! I'd rather die than ride in such a terrifying car!

I don't know what Ryua was thinking, but thankfully she didn't seem to want to either. At that moment, the taxi driver opened the door and got out.

He was an elderly man with graying temples, but still quite healthy.

It was truly rare to see an old man so vigorous at his age…

“Hehe…it really is Ryua. I'm not late, am I?” the old man said, walking to the back seat and politely opening the back door.

“Come on, get in! I'll take you home.”

Since it was such a warm invitation from an elder, no one could refuse. Ryua didn't say anything and got into the back seat as requested.

"Then I'll be going now."

The young boss smiled and saw him off at the door. The old man greeted the young boss before getting into the driver's seat, fastening his seatbelt, releasing the handbrake, stepping on the gas, and driving away. He

had expected a breathtaking race, but this time it didn't go as planned. Not only was the speed slow, but the driver also strictly followed traffic signals, perfectly matching the stereotypical image of a sixty-year-old driver.

These people, like Ryua, were indeed unpredictable.

Unlike buses, taxis don't stop and go as they please, and the driver, experienced enough to take shortcuts and avoid many long traffic lights, arrived at the entrance of Sefer Academy in less than twenty minutes.

Ryua took out her credit card, only to find that the car didn't accept cards, and the meter was still stuck at zero; Yotsuba quickly handed over a five-hundred-yen bill, which the driver took, but gave her four hundred yuan in change.

The fare, of course, was much more than that.

Yotsuba shook her head. Five hundred yuan for the fare wasn't a problem for her, but the experienced driver insisted.

"That's way over budget! I'm not making no profit, just a little less. You're all still students, you need money for many things. This is just a job to pass the time after I retire, and my son gives me tens of thousands of yuan a month for living expenses. How much I earn isn't important, keep it!" She then stuffed the money back into Yotsuba's hand.

Back at the dorm, it was past dinner time, but the pretty landlady and the others had left Yotsuba and Ryua's share, sealed with plastic wrap and placed on the table.

As for why Yotsuba left early and where Ryua went, although neither asked the other to keep it a secret, they both avoided the question.

After putting their things down in their room, Yotsuba went downstairs to eat first, while I took the opportunity to sneak back to the pretty landlady's room with my uniform.

The landlady wasn't in the room; there was a forgotten bottle of shower gel on the bed. I guessed she'd probably gone to the public bathhouse.

That was fine, saves her from asking me all sorts of questions.

After hiding my uniform, I suddenly remembered seeing a dress on the floor at the bottom of the stairs. I thought I'd seen a similar pattern when I hid in the closet last time.

Could it be that the pretty landlady forgot her shower gel and dropped her clothes too? Coming back in dirty clothes, wouldn't that mean my shower was pointless? I couldn't help but chuckle. But

chuckle aside, I had to maintain my conscience and morality. After hiding my uniform, I ran back to retrieve the dress. The

dress wasn't easy to fold, so I had to roll it into a small ball and drag it back to my room.

But just then, someone ran up the stairs.

I quickly crawled under the dress.

"No, just hearing it makes me doubt it! Don't try to fool me!" It was Feng Hua's voice.

"...What do you mean 'this time it really is'? Does that mean if I go back and find my father isn't dead, I can shoot him dead?!"

She grabbed the dress from the floor, and I was horrified.

"...Okay, okay, I know, I'll go back! It's not your fault, I won't make things difficult for you. When will the car arrive... What, five minutes! Damn it, did that old man tell you to act first and ask questions later?"

To avoid being discovered, I clung tightly to the other side of my dress, but she was only focused on her phone and stuffed me into her large duffel bag without even looking, then zipped it up.

"I know... I know! I'm about to leave now, I expect to be at the school gate in fifteen minutes. Hmm... Okay, that's it, bye!"

Wait, leave? I just got home! This is too cruel!

I desperately tried to escape from the bag, but she had already gone downstairs without a trace.

"Want to go back?" Fei Yue asked.

"Yes. Father is sick and has to go back to his hometown. He won't be back until the night after tomorrow. Please tell Xiaocheng and the others for me."

"I will. Is there anything else I can help you with?" "

Keep your phone on. If you need to make a will, I'll hire a lawyer. I'll call you again when it's time for the final shot." I heard Fenghua putting on her shoes. "Thank you for your concern, but I think it's probably just a false alarm. Bye!"

"Bye..."

Then the sound of the door closing.

I arrived at the gate on the school bus, where the driver was already waiting.

Fenghua got into her private car, threw me and my large luggage bag onto the seat next to her, and asked, "How is Father?" "

The old man's condition is very bad," the driver replied as he started the car.

"How bad is it? Can't you eat a second bowl of rice, or can't you drink a tenth cup of wine?" Feng Hua sneered, mocking, "At this critical juncture, let's skip the lies! The luggage is packed, the car is driven, do you think I can escape?"

The driver was silent for more than ten seconds before speaking, "Master misses you."

"Miss? Then tell him to bring his mistress and children back to stay for a few days! I know he needs a woman's comfort, and he needs the laughter of children to dispel his loneliness; I said I wouldn't object to them using Mother's and my room, as long as they're not sent to my villa for a vacation." Feng Hua said.

"But Master minds." The driver said.

"What can I do if he minds or not? Mother won't come back, and I don't go back often, the room is just empty anyway, what's the point of keeping it empty and letting mosquitoes breed!"

"Miss, Master really cares about you." The driver sighed.

"I understand, but not everything can be salvaged after the fact." Feng Hua's anger subsided slightly, "My father is the kind of idiot who's useless even if he had an upper body!"

"Miss..."

"Alright, that's enough, I want to take a nap," Feng Hua said, followed by a long silence.

She only snapped out of it when the car suddenly jolted twice, making a muffled thud like an explosion.

"What's wrong?"

Hearing two doors open and confirming everyone was out, I cautiously pushed the zipper open a crack and peeked out.

The location was remote, surrounded by desolate mountains and wilderness. Thick white smoke was billowing from under the hood, and the driver was busy checking it, while Feng Hua stood beside him.

"It seems to be broken down; it'll probably take some time to fix. Miss, perhaps I should make a call and ask the manor to send another car to pick you up," the driver said.

"Alright," Feng Hua nodded.

The driver took out his cell phone to make a call when suddenly a black car drove by and stopped.

"Sister Fenghua!" The car window rolled down, and Lina, one of the twins, poked her head out. "What a coincidence! We were just heading home when we bumped into you here. Did you run into trouble?"

"Poor thing, we were almost at our residence when the car broke down. What a misfortune,"

Linxi said sarcastically from beside her.

"Sister Fenghua, get in! We'll give you a ride," Lina said with a smile, automatically making room for her.

"No need, my family will send a car over soon," Fenghua politely declined.

"Are you afraid we'll do something to you?" Linxi scoffed. "Well, although our families are old friends, Deotin and Visenta are still business rivals. It's normal for you to feel threatened. Lina and I understand your wariness."

"You're really getting better at making up stories, Linxi," Feng Hua said, somewhat speechless. "Alright, I'll give you a ride so you don't have any excuse to keep nagging me about it!"

"Great!" Lina immediately opened the door and invited Feng Hua into the car. “Sister Fenghua, sit with Lina!”

“Okay, okay… Let me get my luggage first.”

Fenghua picked up the luggage bag from the back seat and, with the help of the other driver, put it in the passenger seat of Linxi and Lina’s car. Only then did she sit in the back seat and instructed the driver at home, “I’ll have them take it home, so there’s no need to call home. Check the car’s condition; if it’s really too serious, leave it for now and come back to fix it tomorrow. Don’t go home too late!”

“Yes.” The driver bowed and thanked her, and Fenghua then closed the car window.

“Okay, let’s go.” Linxi said, and the car started and drove away.

Along the way, Lina chatted enthusiastically with Fenghua, and Linxi occasionally asked about stock investment and other issues, which Fenghua explained concisely and clearly.

However, Lina’s chatter seemed to be endless once it started, and Linxi, like a student deliberately trying to stump her teacher, kept asking difficult questions that required effort to explain, and even demanded examples to prove her point, leaving Fenghua racking her brains.

Only when the car stopped did Linxi and Lina's questions suddenly vanish, the silence in the car becoming eerily quiet.

"What's wrong? Finally finished asking questions?" I heard Feng Hua teasingly ask, but after a few seconds, after taking in her surroundings, she exclaimed, "Wait, isn't this Deotin's resort?"

"To be precise, it's my and Lina's private villa." Linxi got out of the car, looking smugly at the brightly lit mansion.

"Of course I know that, but this doesn't match what we agreed on! Shouldn't you be taking me back, or did Deotin already get acquired by Visenta without my knowledge?" Feng Hua's eyes widened.

After hearing this curse, Linxi couldn't help but jump up and down: "What merger or acquisition! Lina and I kindly invited you to stay here for two days. If Lina hadn't been thinking about you all day long, making me unable to sleep at night, would we have resorted to this? Besides, I said I would give you a ride, not that I promised to take you back. It was your own wishful thinking!"

"Fine, even if you want to leave..." She stretched out her right hand and pointed to the dark mountain opposite. On the mountaintop, there was a cluster of yellow and white light radiating from a small, castle-like building that was only the size of a palm.

“Look! Your home is right there, just across a valley. You can go back anytime! As long as Lina agrees, I have no objection!”

“Sister Fenghua, please don’t go!” Lina tugged at Fenghua’s sleeve, pleading softly, “The servants are all off this weekend, and it’ll be just Linxi and me in this big house. Lina will be scared…”

Linxi gave her a “whatever” look, and Fenghua, seeing Lina’s tearful eyes, felt a pang of pity.

“…Alright. But just for one night!” she emphasized.

“Yes, one night!” Lina smiled, but as Fenghua went back to the car to get her luggage, and I quickly shoved my head back into my bag, I saw a strange glint in her eyes.

It was guilt.

After getting the things, the driver left first. Fenghua made a phone call home to let them know she was safe and to explain the current situation, seemingly without any objection.

Perhaps it was because her father’s “illness” was described as “terminally ill” and “unable to speak”!

Passing through the central garden with its white pavilion and blooming flowers, a shimmering swimming pool can be seen to the left of the house. Under the streetlights, the shimmering light reflects off the blue tiles on the pool's bottom.

As Linxi and Lina entered the mansion, the first thing they noticed was the high and spacious banquet hall. Its European palatial design exuded a strong sense of nobility and grandeur. Large, latticed windows allowed ample natural light to stream in during the day; the crystal chandelier on the ceiling emitted a soft glow. Amidst the golden brilliance, there were also the indispensable white marble columns and red carpet.

The standard pomp and circumstance of the wealthy.

The furnishings were undeniably luxurious, but the lighting and floors were cold. The windows were spotless, but it lacked a sense of human warmth.

If Fenghua hadn't planned to stay, would these two courageous girls really have intended to stay in this empty house for two days?

How could they possibly manage the laundry, cooking, and other chores?

"Dinner is ready. Let's eat first! We'll go back to our rooms later,"

the two girls said, leading Fenghua to the dining room.

On the long table lay a meal with steaming white smoke and red wine, just enough for three people.

Feng Hua looked at Lina suspiciously, but the latter guiltily avoided her gaze.

I could probably guess Feng Hua's thoughts; if it wasn't premeditated, the amount of dinner wouldn't be so precise, and the food was still hot, clearly having been served recently.

Even if it was prepared before the servants left, it didn't pass other vehicles along the way, which was highly suspicious, unless there were still several servants left in the house.

"Let's just leave the luggage here! It's just the three of us, no need to be so formal," Lin Xi said calmly, pulling Lina to sit down.

Although Feng Hua had already eaten dinner, after placing her luggage beside her chair, she still sat down, slowly picking up her knife and fork out of consideration for the hostess. Apart from Feng Hua, I couldn't see Lin Xi, Lina, or what was happening at the table, but fortunately, they weren't quiet types; they chatted while eating, seemingly unconcerned about indigestion.

After taking a few bites, Feng Hua finally asked, "Did you know I'd be back today?"

"No, it's just a coincidence. Lina kept insisting on preparing dinner for three people," Lin Xi said, though it was unclear whether she was telling the truth.

"Sister Feng Hua, is it because Lina kept bothering you to come that she got angry?" Lina asked timidly.

“No, it’s just that living so close to home feels a bit strange, and I miss it a little.”

Feng Hua smiled, cut off a piece of fish, put it in her mouth, chewed it carefully, and swallowed. Then

she said, “When we were little, we often stayed at each other’s houses, played games together, and slept together. We were only a tiny little thing back then!” “Yes, we played hide-and-seek and pretend play the most!” Lina said.

“You two were so funny. You always hid in the same place. Finding one was like finding both of you. It was the same when you were the ghost. One of you was like both of you were the ghost. No matter how the other hid, he was always found quickly. That must be what they call the telepathy of twins!” Feng Hua recalled, a smile playing on her lips.

“Yes! We’ve been together like this for over ten years. Why did things change…”

Lin Xi’s voice was a little stiff: “Have you ever thought about why? It’s all because of that woman. She ruined our relationship. She shouldn’t have interfered at all!”

“Please call her Fei Yue,” Feng Hua interrupted.

"I hate that woman!" Linxi deliberately ignored Fenghua's insistence and said angrily, "I know you don't like her either. If it weren't for your uncle owing General Harrison a favor, he wouldn't have asked you to play that boring 'lady-making' game with that vulgar woman!"

"Stop talking!" Fenghua's face darkened, and she put down her knife and fork.

"Linxi!" Lina tried to dissuade her.

"Am I wrong?!" Linxi insisted, "If it weren't for her, why have you distanced yourself from us these past two years? If it weren't for her, how could Fengxing have become an arms dealer? Don't you hate her the most? Why are you still pretending to live together?"

Looking through the luggage bag, Fenghua's expression was gloomy.

...Is that so? Her feelings for Feiyue weren't actually care, but hatred?

"Fengxing's affairs have nothing to do with Feiyue. Feiyue and I aren't what you think. This is a problem between the two of us."

"You mean, Lina and I are outsiders?" Linxi said angrily.

"Linxi, Sister Fenghua rarely comes here. Don't say such things. The food is getting cold!" Lina anxiously tried to mediate.

"It's alright, Lina. It's my fault; I haven't considered your feelings lately. I'll come more often in the future and won't let you feel lonely."

"Sister Fenghua..."

"However, there's also an agreement between Feiyue and me. Before she becomes a complete lady, I must serve as her mentor."

Equating Feiyue with a lady—that's truly a daunting task!

Linxi remained silent, whether because of Fenghua's promise or because she accepted this explanation, the dinner, which had gone from warm to heated, finally ended in a relaxed atmosphere, leaving me, the hidden observer, sweating bullets.

After dinner, Linxi and Lina led the way side by side, taking Fenghua up to the second floor. At the end of the stairs was a horizontal corridor with red and gold as its main colors. Linxi and Lina turned right and slowly walked forward.

One side of the corridor is a wall adorned with numerous photos of the twin girls and Feng Hua from childhood to adulthood, along with some rough handmade collages and sand paintings—all works of art by the villa's owner. The other side of the corridor has many doors, some open, some closed.

On the way to the guest rooms, one passes an art studio, a study, and an audiovisual room, as well as some rooms with their doors closed, their purpose unknown.

At the end of the corridor is a huge floor-to-ceiling window, its beige curtains tied shut, revealing the dimly lit view outside.

There is no moon tonight, only a sky full of stars, and nothing but wild trees, wild trees, and more wild trees.

Nature at night, however, exudes a strange eeriness, making one uneasy; the chirping of insects further intensifies the chill seeping in from outside, seeping into one's heart.

Linxi, who had lived here since childhood, felt no fear. Pointing to the dark woods outside the window, she said, "This is where I used to play hide-and-seek as a child. The trees are much taller now."

The black branches and shadows intertwined, indistinguishable from one another, like menacing demons, eager to devour any life that invaded their territory.

"Let's talk about that later! Sister Fenghua's arms will get tired carrying all that luggage," Lina said.

What seemed to be the end of the corridor actually had a right turn. Linxi and Lina, hand in hand, walked towards the deepest room and pushed open two wooden doors together.

The ceiling light and wall lamps were turned on, instantly illuminating the room.

A semi-circular canopy hung around the double bed, which looked incredibly warm and soft. On the low cabinet beside the bed were a nightlight, a bottle of red wine, and a gleaming glass. In the corner display cabinet were some children's toys and colorful porcelain plates. And of course, a walk-in closet and bathroom facilities were also present.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows had floral sandblasted patterns on the four corners of the glass; beside the windows, besides a French-style lounge chair for a relaxing nap and sunbathing, there was also a white carved armchair.

Everything seemed perfect and thoughtful, but the moment the light came on, the cloth wiping the floor-to-ceiling windows fell vertically, and the broom that had been standing upright sweeping dust also crashed down.

But, there was no one in the room!

Feng Hua froze on the spot, but Lin Xi immediately turned off the light, closed the door with Lina, and said nonchalantly, "We'll come back later."

"Wait, what just happened?!" Feng Hua instantly felt a chill run down her spine.

"It seems the room isn't finished cleaning yet, Sister Feng Hua, why don't you sleep with us tonight?" Lina smiled.

"Wait! Your reactions are too strange! Is the guest room... unclean?!" Feng Hua managed to squeeze out these words through trembling teeth with great effort.

“Hmm.”

Lina’s affirmation made Feng Hua’s face turn pale, but she added, “…It’s because it hasn’t been used for a long time, so it needs to be cleaned!”

“What I mean by ‘unclean’ is not this! Also, what exactly are they cleaning inside?” This was what bothered her the most.

“You weren’t scared when you lived here before!” Lin Xi asked, puzzled.

“That’s because there wasn’t…this thing back then!” Feng Hua’s face was pale.

“Is there any difference? They’ve always been there.” The “they” Lin Xi referred to undoubtedly confirmed the fact that the villa was “unclean.”

Instantly, Feng Hua grabbed me and ran downstairs.

“Sister Feng Hua, where are you going?” Lina called from behind.

“My God…the dormitory is haunted, and the villa is haunted too! We absolutely can’t stay in this haunted house!” Feng Hua said in a low, urgent voice, her face, which was trying to remain calm, was filled with panic, and her breathing was extremely irregular, as if she was being strangled by high-pressure fear. It seemed that all sorts of terrifying images were flashing through her mind.

People truly have unlimited potential when they're running for their lives. Wearing high heels, she could leap three steps in one bound, and even sprint at top speed on a smooth marble floor without twisting her ankle.

Her duffel bag swung wildly, and I, aboard this crazy pirate ship, couldn't bring myself to criticize her for her loss of manners.

I knew that feeling, especially when being chased by the beautiful landlady.

"Sister Fenghua, you can't go!"

Lina's voice came from the second floor, but Fenghua didn't care about anything else, showing no intention of stopping. But things didn't go so smoothly. Just after Lina's whimper, the villa door slammed shut with a "thud!" and locked itself just as Fenghua was about to rush out.

Feng Hua rushed forward, grabbing the doorknob and twisting the lock, but nothing moved.

In desperation, she turned a corner, intending to jump out of the window to escape, but this supernatural force was clearly well-prepared; all the windows were locked, leaving no one untouched.

Feng Hua pounded on the windowpanes, but apart from the glass vibrating, it did nothing to help. Finally, with nowhere else to go, she even picked up a vase from the table, intending to smash the glass and escape through the window.

Just as she was frantically trying to escape, Lin Xi and Lina followed her down the stairs. The flustered Lina even stumbled while descending the steps, but fortunately, Lin Xi caught her in time to steady her.

"It's no use, that's reinforced glass," Lin Xi saw through her intention at a glance.

Feng Hua's legs immediately went weak, and she knelt down helplessly. The vase slipped from her grasp and rolled towards the corner, but in full view of everyone, it flew through the air and landed steadily on the table.

Feng Hua was terrified and immediately jumped up, quickly retreating away from the vase.

It was clear that something was standing there.

Although they were similar in nature, perhaps due to different circumstances, I didn't feel any sense of kinship with them because they were unseen.

"Is it that scary?" Linxi frowned.

"Your indifference is even scarier!" Fenghua protested with all her might, seemingly unwilling to accept her "normal" yet vulnerable state.

"No, because they're like our family," Lina explained. "They are all maids who served this villa diligently in life and are now laid to rest here. Because they have a deep attachment to this home, they stayed. They are quiet and loyal, only appearing to help when all the daytime servants are on leave. They won't harm anyone!"

Perhaps Lina's tender care moved the ghosts deeply, for suddenly, the temperature in the banquet hall seemed to drop sharply. Then, delicate and ethereal cries, like echoes in a cave, swept in wave after wave, growing louder and louder, and there were more than one.

Such a response was truly terrifying!

This cry washed away the remorse that Feng Hua had painstakingly cultivated through a moment of conscience. Under Lin Xi's reproachful gaze, the sobbing finally subsided and disappeared; however, the fear that Lina's words had extinguished earlier in Feng Hua was rekindled.

Now, it was probably useless to say anything!

The situation was clear: normally, Lina listened to Feng Hua, so Lin Xi listened to Feng Hua too.

But now, the ghost listened to its master, and Feng Hua, afraid of ghosts, had no choice but to obey Lin Xi and Lina.

Therefore, unable to escape, Feng Hua had no choice but to stay at Lina's request. However, she refused to sleep alone in the guest room, insisting on carrying her belongings and squeezing into the master bedroom with the two girls.

Lina was happiest to be able to share a bed with Feng Hua!

The double bed was big enough that the three of them didn't feel cramped. Linxi was on the left, Lina on the right, and Fenghua sat in the middle, clutching a lace-trimmed pillow and tightly wrapped in a down comforter for security, muttering to herself as if fighting against a supernatural phenomenon.

And in the room, supernatural events were everywhere.

The alarm clock went off, automatically setting its time for six o'clock the next morning; the window was opened halfway, and the curtains automatically fell; her coat was hung on a hanger by itself.

"It's all automatic...everything is automatic...it has nothing to do with the supernatural..." Fenghua hypnotized herself.

Seeing Fenghua's unusual appearance, Lina felt a little soft-hearted.

"Sister Fenghua, how about I..."

"How about we tell some ghost stories!" Linxi interjected, then secretly gave Lina a reproachful look, as if telling her to mind her own business.

"What!" Fenghua seemed to be electrocuted.

"Aren't you afraid of these ghosts? These maids are known for being afraid of ghost stories, so why don't we tell them some to scare them away?"

"Nonsense." Despite her fear, Feng Hua remained clear-headed: "What ghost is afraid of ghost stories? Since they're maids, wouldn't it be more direct to just ask them to leave?"

"I just want to play a prank on them! Just like we feel fear when we hear stories about murderers, they're very sensitive to ghost stories too!" Lin Xi revealed a devilish smile.

"How about it? Otherwise, they might get so excited that they'll clean the room all night!"

Under this deliberate intimidation, Feng Hua had no choice but to agree to this method.

Regardless of whether the maids were truly afraid of ghost stories, at least they understood Lin Xi's plan and would definitely obey.

Next, Lin Xi finally had a sufficient reason to maliciously use one terrifying, bloody, and chilling ghost story after another to torment Feng Hua.

After the fourteenth story, Feng Hua finally couldn't take it anymore, rolled her eyes, fell backward, and went straight to sleep. Linxi gave a sly smile of triumph, but her throat was parched from talking so much that she couldn't help but gulp down a large glass of water to quench her thirst.

"I didn't expect her endurance to be so good!" It was

hard to tell whether it was praise or complaint. "Sister Fenghua will be angry tomorrow morning." Perhaps because she had read too many ghost stories, Lina was immune to them, but she happily took Fenghua's left hand and rubbed it against her, yet she couldn't help but worry.

"But she agreed to it herself." Linxi didn't care at all. "

I still want to chat with Sister Fenghua a little longer..." Lina said softly, but she didn't say anything to Linxi because of it. She quietly looked at Fenghua's sleeping face, and after a while, closed her eyes.

"Go to sleep early." Linxi lay down after her, the room light was turned off, and the night light slowly came on.

"Good night." She said to the air, the door opened and closed, and the temperature in the room rose a little.

I waited in the luggage bag the whole time, and only after I was sure they were all asleep did I sneak out.

Arriving in a new place, it would be a real shame not to explore it properly!

There were a bunch of maid ghosts outside, and I remembered the fable of "are bats birds or animals?" Even if they discovered me, as long as I insisted I was a ghost and didn't turn around and tell Feng Hua and the others I was human, I wouldn't be a fence-sitter!

Conversely, if I couldn't see them or communicate with them, then even if they saw me, they couldn't tell Linxi or Lina!

Thinking this way, I felt much more at ease.

Because of the height of the doorknob, I had to transform into a human to reach it, so I had to revert to human form and move around in that form for an hour.

That's fine, it saves me from worrying all day about whether I'll have a chance to transform tomorrow.

When I opened the door, I accidentally made a low-decibel noise, but it was a bit noisy in the night. Luckily, the three people in bed were sleeping soundly, or perhaps they thought it was a maid making the noise and ignored it?

In any case, I immediately went outside to avoid any unexpected events.

The most important problem now was that I had no clothes, so I was naked. Walking down the corridor, the people in the photos on the wall seemed to be staring at me intently.

It was probably just my imagination, but I still felt strangely uncomfortable.

I headed straight for my room. Strangely, I didn't encounter anything unusual along the way. Perhaps the maids were avoiding me because of my appearance?

Nothing bad was a good thing; I wasn't praying for anything interesting or exciting to happen. Having this constitution was troublesome enough; my safety had to be my top priority.

Life should be built on the foundation of a safe return to heaven; everything else was secondary.

The guest room's walk-in closet was a long, narrow space, with usable storage divided into two sides, left for men and right for women, suitable for both genders. Most of the hangers were empty, except for rows of men's and women's bathrobes.

I picked one that fit and put it on; I didn't know what fabric it was, but it was very comfortable and didn't feel cold even at night.

After putting on the bathrobe, I went to explore the bathroom.

The bathroom was spacious and elegant, with white marble as its main color; large floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with bamboo blinds, allowing for easy adjustment of the lighting; the floor was covered with non-slip tiles, and there was a shower, a large mirror, and a double vanity design. The ergonomically designed jacuzzi was especially enticing, and I couldn't resist taking off my clothes and enjoying a long-awaited hot shower.

After rinsing off, I felt refreshed, both physically and mentally. Drying myself off, I collapsed onto the bed, feeling completely invigorated.

Truly a high-end place!

The moment I touched the soft, fragrant pillows, sheets, and blankets, I felt an

overwhelming sense of bliss, almost losing consciousness. But sleeping soundly wasn't my intention, so after lingering for a while, I reluctantly forced myself to get up, relying on my almost nonexistent willpower, to continue my original purpose.

In Chapter 5 of Episode 4

, after leaving the guest room, I followed my plan and explored all the rooms on the second floor, except for the master bedroom.

Aside from the quality of the building materials and the style of the decor, there wasn't anything worth spending much time observing.

The servants and ghost maids had kept the house impeccably organized, eliminating anything harmful to the master and leaving only what was beneficial and healthy, making the villa a seemingly impressive shell, but actually devoid of any secrets to uncover.

It seemed that sacrificing sleep time wasn't worthwhile! It would be better to go back to the guest room for a while and return to the master bedroom before the time was up.

Having made my decision, I yawned and lazily started walking back.

"Clang!" "Snap!"

Huh?

I listened intently, certain the sound was coming from downstairs.

The stairs were just a few steps away. Although I suspected the ghost maid was behind it, it wouldn't hurt to peek, right?

Just as I reached the top of the stairs, a dark shadow of a leg suddenly disappeared from the left side of the wall. When I saw it, only the lower leg remained; it was very strong, with visible muscles. The leg hair was long and curly, clearly belonging to a man, and it wasn't wearing shoes.

I braced myself on the railing, bent down, and peered down in a headfirst position. But what I saw sent a chill down my spine. I quickly straightened up and ran downstairs.

The window by the door on the first floor was open, and pieces of varying sizes were scattered on the floor. Strips of brown, opaque tape were laid horizontally on the glass to muffle the sound of shattering. The window was smashed from the outside, the hole about the size of a fist, not far from the lock. It seemed the assailant first broke the glass with a blunt object, then reached in to unlock the window and break in.

Recalling the direction the shadow disappeared in, the intruder must have sneaked into the vicinity of the restaurant.

It was a man, and likely armed; to subdue him, I needed to find a weapon for self-defense.

The kitchen was close by; getting a knife shouldn't be a problem, but I had to be careful not to run into him on the way.

Having made my plans, I gently closed the window, intending to carefully step over the shards of glass…

“Stop what you're doing, intruder!” The woman's shout stopped me in my tracks. Her

voice was soft, weak, lacking any real force, almost like a falsetto.

I turned around; the woman stood by the door, dressed in a blue and white maid outfit, her long braid revealing a faint reddish tinge to her hair, her face contorted with anger, a broom in her hand.

However, her body was semi-transparent.

"Who are you?" I was certain she wasn't human. But, ghosts here are generally invisible to the naked eye; she was clearly one of the more powerful ones.

"This is a private residence. Please leave immediately, or we will forcibly remove you." She said sternly, ignoring my question.

"I'm not the intruder. The intruder is someone else; they've probably gone to the restaurant area," I said.

"Leave immediately. This is your last warning!" She raised the broom to her chest and took a small step forward.

Although I seriously doubted that it could cause any harm, I repeated, "I'm not the intruder, but the intruder has undoubtedly broken in! I'm a guest, I came with Feng Hua. I know you're wondering why you didn't see me before; that's because I'm not human, just like you."

I explained in one breath. Although I could tell she didn't quite believe me, a little thought would make sense. If I were the intruder, why would I remain at the scene of the destruction after breaking in?

Besides, I was currently wearing a guest room bathrobe; it wouldn't make sense to change clothes after the intrusion and then return to the window.

"Please leave."

It seemed my explanation was futile; her attitude remained unchanged, intent on kicking me out. I persisted, wanting a verbal exchange, but she simply turned her head and looked out the window.

Such arrogance!

"Hey, you…" I was about to express my displeasure at her contempt when I realized she was indeed looking at something. I turned my head to look too, and saw a hunched old man standing outside the window, gesturing wildly, seemingly communicating with the maid. He appeared to be mute.

Like the maid, his body was transparent, reflecting the scenery behind him; clearly, he was also not human.

The maid looked for a moment, then turned her gaze back to me, still gripping the broom tightly, but then turned and ran towards the dining room.

I immediately chased after her; her pace was slowed by her cautiousness, so keeping up with her wasn't difficult.

"What did the old man say?" I asked, a chill emanating from her.

I figured the old man must have said something nice about me, at least clarifying that I wasn't the intruder.

Since the old man was outside, he must have seen the man's appearance and movements, and compared to me, whose intentions were unclear, she decided to prioritize dealing with the suspected malicious intruder.

"The intruder is someone else," she said, her voice sounding like it wasn't coming from her mouth.

Of course, didn't I say that from the beginning?

"But you're not entirely suspicious either. Please don't come too close!" I felt a cold wind sweep around her.

"Don't be like that. Fenghua is my friend, and she lives in this villa now. I have a duty to protect her safety. Let me join the fight against the intruder, okay?" I distanced myself from her.

"Your identity is unverified; I can't trust you yet," she said.

"It's okay if you don't believe me, at least let me lend a hand." Even though she was a ghost, the other party was a man of unknown abilities. Even if it was just temporary cooperation, it would be good to get rid of the outsider with ill intentions first.

She completely ignored me. Maybe she thought I was some busybody who stole her job, but I didn't care.

She could call me shameless and brazen, but more help meant less risk, and I didn't want anything bad to happen to the three girls sleeping upstairs.

"I'm Xiao Mo." Since we're going to work together, a basic introduction is essential, right?

"What should I call you?"

"Please don't make any unnecessary noise, it will alert them." Her voice became even more diffuse and indistinct.

I wisely shut my mouth.

At the restaurant entrance, she peeked out, but there was nothing unusual except for darkness. There weren't many things inside; if an intruder was inside, they could only hide under the tables.

I pondered how to capture them, but she went straight in and pulled out the chairs one by one.

Hey... wouldn't it be easy to be ambushed if we were so unguarded?

...Right, she's a ghost, she won't get hurt even if attacked!

I felt relieved.

The chairs were pulled out one by one, and there was no one under the tables. I cautiously checked my surroundings, and just as I picked up a candlestick and received a glare from her, I suddenly felt a chill run through my body, as if I had been thrown into water, a chill that suddenly seeped into my bones!

I couldn't help but sneeze.

"Xinghua!" I heard her call out in a panic. I turned around and saw a girl with two ponytails, also dressed in a maid's outfit, sitting on the ground.

I turned my head to check; there was a wall behind me. It seemed she had "passed through" directly.

"Are you alright? Do you still have any strength?" The red-haired woman rushed over.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. I just didn't expect there to be a 'person' standing behind the wall..." The maid named "Xinghua" looked at me strangely, then patted her skirt and stood up amidst the red-haired woman's surprised expression.

"If you're not feeling well, don't force yourself to move."

"I'm fine, Rihua. He doesn't seem to be human." Xinghua looked up and changed her mind; she was a full two heads shorter than Rihua.

"What happened? One of the glass windows in the banquet hall is broken. Was it him who broke in?" She pointed at me.

"No, Uncle Zhao said it was someone else." Rihua scrutinized me, her eyes filled with both wariness and confusion: "What exactly are you? You have a physical form but aren't human. Are you a monster?"

"This..." I didn't know how to categorize myself, so I changed the subject: "Let's find the intruder first! After that, we'll have time to talk slowly."

"That's right, especially we can't let him climb to the second floor!" Xinghua said.

"That's right, eliminating the enemy is the most urgent task!" Rihua nodded in agreement, gripping the broom tightly.

"Then let's move towards the kitchen!" Xinghua held a silver candlestick in her hand, while I remained empty-handed for the time being.

The kitchen was the final destination; before reaching it, there was a corridor and a collection display room that combined with a guest lounge. I sincerely hoped the intruder wouldn't be hiding in the kitchen, because there were dangerous knives there, and if he took a few, it would become very difficult to deal with.

Of course, I didn't tell Rihua and Xinghua about this thought, lest they worry even more.

“To save time, let’s split up!” Rihua said. “You patrol the lounge, and I

’ll go to the kitchen. When we get to the lounge entrance, I’ll take a quick look, and you can do the detailed search. If there’s any noise in the kitchen, I’ll call you immediately.”

“No problem!” Xinghua readily agreed. “But don’t be too loud, or you’ll wake the ladies!”

“Of course, I hope to resolve this without them knowing.”

Upon reaching the guest lounge entrance, Rihua, who was at the front, poked her head in first, while Xinghua behind her peered through the wall, observing the situation inside. Only her neck and below were visible outside, which looked rather frightening.

I stood at the back, not only on standby but also responsible for constantly looking back to prevent being followed without my knowledge.

“It doesn’t seem unusual,” Xinghua said.

“We can’t be 100% certain until we’ve thoroughly checked.”

“I understand.” Xinghua pulled her head back, obediently admitting her mistake to Rihua’s reproachful expression.

Since no abnormalities were found initially, Xinghua stayed behind, while I followed behind Rihua toward the kitchen.

Halfway down the corridor, I lowered my voice and asked weakly, "Why can I see you?"

"Because it's past midnight," she said without turning around.

I didn't ask any more questions. The closer we got to the kitchen, the less she wanted to talk. I wasn't stupid enough not to notice that.

Finally, we reached the kitchen door.

Two large freezers, two gas stoves, two ovens, two microwaves, two countertops—almost everything was in pairs. There was also an island in the center of the kitchen, making the flow very smooth. There were places to hide in the food stalls and cupboards, but the person didn't seem to intend to.

"He was here," Rihua said as she entered the kitchen. On the island were several cans of food that had been opened but only partially eaten, and some bread in torn plastic bags, unfinished, with several obvious teeth marks.

"He looked very hungry, but didn't appreciate food."

"But he's gone." I opened the freezer and checked all the cupboards where people could hide, but I didn't find him.

However, my worst fears came true—two knives were missing from the knife rack, but he left the hammer behind.

“If he wants to leave without meeting us, where would he go?” I asked.

Without hesitation, Rihua pointed to the small door next to the gas stove.

“He could go out the back door and then come back in through any window on the outside; or he could go out the kitchen door and walk to the laundry room across the street, where there’s a butler’s elevator that goes to the basement or the second floor… Oh no!”

she exclaimed, suddenly disappearing through the wall.

I felt a sense of dread too, because the small door was still locked from the inside; that person must have taken the elevator to some floor!

I immediately rushed to the elevator—thankfully, it was in the basement. But then I suddenly heard a loud crashing sound of things being smashed upstairs!

Damn it, it was a diversion!

I quickly pressed the up button, and as the elevator climbed up, I ran like a madman to the guest lounge to tell Xinghua, but she wasn’t there anymore; she’d probably gone upstairs earlier!

I rushed back to the laundry room; the elevator had been open for a while, and the door closed just as I stepped in.

Safe!

I pressed the second-floor button, and the elevator slowly ascended. It felt as if millennia had passed outside, while the old man continued his leisurely, unhurried climb, making me frantic inside.

Finally, with a "ding!", the elevator stopped. This time, I had no patience for the doors to open slowly; I simply pried them open with both hands, squeezing out sideways without waiting for the gap to widen.

The elevator exit was at the end of the corridor, symmetrically positioned with the guest rooms; the battlefield was in the entertainment room.

The intruder was a tall, bearded man standing in the center of the room, a kitchen knife in each hand, several scrolls tucked under his arms.

Xinghua angrily grabbed a billiard ball and hurled it at the intruder one by one. The man raised his right hand to block, his eyes narrowing from the icy wind.

I was also holding the fruit knife I'd taken from the knife rack before leaving. The recreation room looked chaotic, and I didn't dare enter easily. I looked around first, and then I noticed another maid with long blue hair, carrying a rag. As soon as I appeared in the doorway, she turned around immediately, and the gust of wind intensified, sending some things flying.

I quickly dodged, and Rihua arrived just in time. It seemed she'd been misled by the elevator numbers.

She grabbed the broom and rushed into the room, immediately stopping me, "Stop! You'll wake the young lady!"

Wake her up?

I looked up.

Oh no, the master bedroom is right next door!

"No, I made them sleep even soundly," the blue-haired maid said sternly. It seemed she was the one who started the gust of wind.

"Leave what doesn't belong to you and get out of here!" Rihua raised her broom and swung it at the man. The man blocked it with his knife, and the broom snapped in two.

"Don't bully Rihua!" Seeing Rihua lose, Xinghua threw the billiard ball even more frequently.

At this moment, the blue-haired maid seemed to have reached her limit. The wind gradually subsided, and her face became even paler, her body swaying precariously.

"Yuehua!" Xinghua called out, but she quickly ran out of balls too.

"What are you things?" The attack weakened, and the man asked in a panic. But when he realized that the three maids were about to be defeated, his courage grew again, and he planned to take advantage of the chaos to escape.

"Want to leave? Get past me first." I raised my fruit knife, my face calm, but my heart was pounding.

"Empty out all the paintings in your hands and everything in your pockets that doesn't belong to you before you leave!" I shouted.

The man was stunned for a moment, then his face turned vicious, and he brandished his knife threateningly: "Get out of my way, kid! Or I'll kill you!"

"Kill me? Heh, winning isn't about numbers, it's about skill." I pretended to be a hidden master, though I was terrified inside, but I still put on a show: "In terms of numbers and skill, you're at a disadvantage. You only have one more knife than me, and you also have to worry about those valuables. Do you think you can survive?"

He was instantly intimidated by me.

"You're right." He threw the hanging bag under his arm onto the billiard table, regained the dexterity of his hands, and brandished his two knives: "Then I'll take care of you first, and then I'll take these things!"

How could this be!

Staring at his tall figure, his vicious expression, and the two gleaming silver knives in his hands, I, who had no confidence at all, finally broke out in a cold sweat due to my heightened sense of crisis.

I was terrified, but Rihua and Xinghua were both looking at me with worry on their faces, and I couldn't back down.

When the blue-haired maid noticed their concern for me, their hostility subsided considerably.

To be honest, I didn't have much confidence or a good chance of winning. I didn't know any martial arts, and my physique was relatively disadvantageous, but I couldn't run away this time; if I let him escape, I would be letting down everyone inside and outside the villa, including the ghosts.

I gripped the hilt of my knife and made a few threatening thrusts at the intruder. He took a few steps back defensively, and Xinghua seized the opportunity to pick up a billiard ball from the ground and keep throwing it at him.

The places where the billiard ball hit him swelled up, and combined with the previous attacks, the man's entire body, except for the parts covered by his clothes, was covered in bruises. Several toes on his feet, which he had taken off his shoes to muffle his footsteps, were severely swollen and even bleeding.

He became enraged, rushed in front of Xinghua, and without caring whether she was human or ghost, began slashing at her with both knives.

The cleaver pierced through Xinghua's translucent body. Her form remained intact, without any wounds, but perhaps due to the man's hands penetrating her body, her expression was pained. She tried to retreat, but her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground.

"Stop!" Seeing Xinghua become even more transparent, Rihua immediately grabbed nearby non-fragile objects and threw them wildly at the man.

"Xiao Mo, think of something!" she shouted to me, "Otherwise, Xinghua will disappear forever!"

"Oh... um!" Seeing Rihua's panic, I immediately rushed to the man's side and stabbed him.

This time it wasn't a feint; if he hadn't dodged, he would have had a bloody hole.

He frantically slashed at Xinghua, and with my strike, he had no time to retaliate. He could only jump aside as I had hoped. But the stab didn't miss, nor was it as serious as I had imagined; it only left a small wound on his body, from which a thin stream of blood flowed.

Pushing the man away, Rihua immediately seized the opportunity to help the weakened Xinghua up. Xinghua, trembling, retreated to the corner with Rihua. She seemed quite badly injured; her hair and clothes were now completely unrecognizable.

Rihua had to take care of Xinghua. I looked at Yuehua; she had retrieved the scrolls the man had thrown onto the billiard table and was now clutching them, panting on the sofa.

It seemed I was the last line of defense!

The maids needed rest; as long as they didn't intervene, I didn't think the man would bother making them even more transparent. My job now was to make the intruder leave obediently, or to defeat him and throw him out like trash.

Judging from his ferocious behavior, I thought the latter was the only option. I began to imagine the angle from which he might attack and how to counterattack.

Seeing me hesitate, he couldn't resist and struck first.

Facing a slash from the upper left to the lower right, I took a step back and countered with my own slash, extending from the upper right to the lower left, forming an X-shape with the previous strike.

I stepped to the right again, positioning myself to his left. The force of his powerful knife swing caused him to step forward with his left foot, turning his body ninety degrees to the right, now facing away from me.

The opportunity was fleeting! I swung my hand, aiming a slash at his back, but in my haste, I lacked the strength, only managing to tear his tattered jacket, revealing the yellowed cotton lining.

Panicked, he couldn't retaliate with his left hand in time, and turned half a circle to the right, his right hand wielding the cleaver towards my neck.

"Watch out!" At Rihua's cry, I ducked just in time, my fruit knife slashing towards his left leg!

"Ah!" he screamed, but he didn't back down, hooking his right foot and slamming his knee into my abdomen.

The immense impact caused my internal organs to shudder violently, my breath caught in my throat, and I opened my mouth wide, unable to utter a single word, but instead, "Ugh!" I vomited a pool of liquid.

As his right foot returned to its place, I lost my balance and immediately collapsed to my knees, my vision blurring.

The fruit knife was still stuck in his leg, but I was too weak to pull it out, and he dared not make a move.

The blade had temporarily stopped the wound from worsening, but the bleeding was still considerable; if I pulled the fruit knife out now, I think he probably wouldn't last more than a few minutes before dying from blood loss!

I collapsed to the ground, one hand clutching my stomach, my abdomen feeling as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. On the surface, it was fine, but my internal organs felt like they were about to be shattered; if he stabbed me a few more times now, I probably wouldn't be able to escape either.

But he had no intention of doing so, or rather, it wasn't that he wasn't ruthless, but the endless bleeding and excruciating pain made him unable to think about revenge, and he didn't even have time to care about the valuable antique.

Having failed to succeed and suffering a serious injury, he turned to escape this hellish place, but Rihua immediately threw a broken broom handle, tripping him. The man fell forward, and I immediately pinned him down, pressing his hands firmly to the ground, preventing him from swinging the knife wildly again.

Xinghua, with her last bit of strength, slammed the silver candlestick she had been holding onto the man's head hard. Yuehua then stuffed a rag into his mouth and nose. Soon, the man stopped moving.

My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately checked his breath.

Thankfully, he was still breathing!

"I added some chloroform," Yuehua said, wiping her sweat. Her left hand held a brown bottle; in the darkness, I could vaguely see that about a third of the liquid remained.

"Finally!" Xinghua breathed a cute sigh of relief. After a short rest, her hair had barely returned to its pale yellow color.

"Thank goodness! This man neutralized a lot of your yin energy; you almost evaporated!"

Rihua said thankfully, pulling a rope from a drawer and attempting to tie the man up tightly.

As the discomfort in my stomach subsided, I immediately stepped forward to help move the intruder onto an armchair so she could work more comfortably.

Yuehua took out the first-aid kit and began bandaging the man to stop the bleeding.

Xinghua pouted and said, "Why bother treating such a bad person?"

Yuehua carefully wrapped the bandage around the man's wounds and said calmly, "We can't let him dirty the carpet, and besides, it's not good if someone dies in the house."

Weren't you all killed in this villa too? I glanced at the three of them.

"That's right, but let's clean up the room first and call the police tomorrow!"

Afterwards, Rihua began assigning tasks: she was responsible for restoring the entertainment room to its original state, Yuehua was responsible for cleaning the kitchen, Xinghua was responsible for compiling a list of losses, and she also had to write a letter to Linxi and Lina to report what happened tonight.

As for me, I was assigned the task of cleaning up the broken glass on the first floor.

This task was simple, so I was the first to finish.

After cleaning up, I went back upstairs to help Rihua put the items back in their places. The bloodstains on the carpet took considerable effort to remove. Yuehua, having fulfilled Rihua's instructions, returned upstairs to help, only to find we had already finished. Xinghua's report had also just come to a close.

After everything was done, Rihua and the others led me to the basement, their usual place.

"The basement is used to store alcohol, so the temperature is very low," Rihua said, opening the wooden door with a silver key. Xinghua, already impatient, simply passed through.

Being ghosts, this body was certainly convenient.

"Please come in," she said, pushing open the unlocked small door and introducing the alcohol inside.

"This is divided into three sections. The outermost one is the red wine section; because it's stored at a slightly higher temperature, placing it closest to the door saves on air conditioning."

I stepped into the basement; it was indeed very cold. The thermometer on the wall showed only seventeen degrees Celsius.

Red wines are categorized by region, including Burgundy, Bordeaux, Rh?ne-Pottrell, and so on. I couldn't understand the French labels on the shelves, and I couldn't understand the words "laromanee conti," "chateaupetrus,"

and "laturque" that Rihua introduced (she pronounced them in French, and Xinghua told me they meant 'Romanée-Conti,' 'Léo Petrus,' and 'Duc' respectively).

Next to the red wine section was the champagne section, where aged champagnes were kept at a constant temperature of 10-12 degrees Celsius. "Rolling the bottles" was their usual job, to allow sediment to accumulate at the neck for later removal.

Then, as usual, Rihua introduced the origins, characteristics, and flavors of 'Cuvée des Perignons,' 'Lagerfeldame,' and 'Taittinger de Champagne blanc de blanc,' as well as the more precious rosé champagne series.

Naturally, I was once again completely confused.

The last area, their room, was the combined size of the wine and champagne sections, but because of the large air conditioner, it was the coldest place in the entire basement.

Rihua closed the door and turned on the light. The room contained three beds, three chairs, and three large bookshelves next to the air conditioner. A warm carpet covered the floor, and several board games and playing cards were laid out on the round table.

"The young lady has treated us very well; beds, tables, chairs—everything we need is there, although we don't really need it," Rihua said, taking a book from the shelf.

"This is our favorite thing. Although it looks real, it's not a physical object, but rather an 'image' left after being burned.

"Although we can flip through physical books, it's quite strenuous because they don't belong to our 'level.' Image books are very light, almost weightless, and their biggest advantage is that we can easily make them disappear when we no longer need them." "

However, the drawback of image books is that only we can use them, which is a bit wasteful. " “Xinghua said, “But Miss said they can afford it, and every now and then they still burn some new books for us.”

“What a good master.” I reached out and touched the book, but I really couldn’t take it off.

“But don’t you get bored staying here all day?”

“Only during the day.” Rihua said, “We rest during the day, and after we wake up at night, besides ‘spinning the bottle,’ we also patrol the house and help the servants with the work they didn’t have time to finish during the day. We usually chat with the gardener, Uncle Zhao, to find out what Miss did throughout the day.”

“That’s really hard work.” Even as ghosts, they have to work so hard.

I asked again, “So, do the servants know you exist?”

Rihua shook her head and explained, “We’re not suited to appear in front of people, so we usually don’t help too obviously. Unless Miss requests it, or like today, the servants take a day off, we hide.”

“That’s right, we’re very low-key.” “Xinghua chimed in, “But tonight is an exception, because Miss Linxi knows Miss Fenghua is afraid of ghosts, and she deliberately wants us to play a trick on her. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be so bad!”

“Alright, we’ve said so much, it’s your turn now! Tell us about yourself!” Rihua offered me a chair and sat on the bed herself.

“You said you’re Miss Fenghua’s friend, how did you get in without anyone noticing?”

Xinghua and Yuehua shuffled the cards, seemingly planning to listen to me while they played.

“Um… well, I…” I scratched my ear, really unsure how to begin.

If I said I was a superpowered person, they might accept it more easily, but how could I explain that I wasn’t human?

A dead superpowered person? That would be like a ghost!

Or an invisible monster?

Just then, a surge of heat rushed through my body, and I jumped up in fright, quickly opening the door under their puzzled gazes.

“Ah, I think I forgot something upstairs, I’ll go for a bit, I’ll be right back!” "I forced a smile.

"You're not thinking of running away, are you...?" Xinghua asked suspiciously.

"How could I? We're friends, what can't we talk about? Besides, as long as Fenghua is here, I can't leave!" I made up.

If I didn't close the door in twenty seconds, I was doomed!

"Oh, okay, then hurry up!" This excuse worked, and Xinghua finally let me off the hook.

"See you later." I closed the door as naturally and gently as possible .

The dim light gradually disappeared behind the door. Rihua started reading to kill time, Yuehua dealt the cards, and Xinghua focused on playing a game with her.

The door finally closed, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Perhaps it was the air conditioning, but the heat and pain quickly subsided, taking away my human form as well. The oversized bathrobe fell off, and I stood stiffly in the middle of it.

Whew, just a little bit more!

In the ten-degree wine cellar, I wiped away cold sweat. Because I couldn't press the elevator button, I could only laboriously drag my bathrobe and slowly climb to the first floor, then slowly climb to the second floor.

By the time I returned to the guest room, half an hour had passed.

After taking so much time, Rihua and the others would definitely be suspicious!

I hid the soiled bathrobe back in the dressing room, and then thought about hiding in the closet to avoid their search, but after a quick calculation, I realized that this was simply not going to work!

My transformation was scheduled for five hours later, around six in the morning. Perhaps Feng Hua and the others wouldn't be awake yet, but after sneaking into the master bedroom, it would take another hour before I could transform back into a massage stick. Even if I could hide under their bed, if Feng Hua left before 7:30 or moved her luggage, I'd be in big trouble!

After thinking it over, I decided I'd rather risk going back to the master bedroom now.

With that thought, I set off immediately.

Thank goodness, I didn't encounter any maids along the way. They didn't seem to react to my absence; in other words, was that proof of their trust?

Thinking this, I felt ashamed.

However, fate forgot to do the most important favor. I stood outside the bedroom, staring at the door handle.

It forgot to grant me sufficient height.

Yes, I had arrived, but the door simply wouldn't open, thwarting my plans.

But there's always a way to salvage a situation. I remembered there were two armchairs in the recreation room. Although one had been taken by the intruder, if I could drag the other one over, it would be enough to open the door!

Yuehua's chloroform should keep the man asleep until dawn, I thought, and immediately put my plan into action.

Inside the recreation room, the man lay unconscious, his head swollen with a large bump. I found the armchair by the window, grabbed the S-shaped corner, and dragged it towards the door with all my might.

They say you get what you pay for, and this armchair truly lived up to that rule—solid, well-made, and incredibly heavy to drag on the carpet.

After five minutes, the chair had only moved three fingers' width. I had to give up in frustration.

This was too slow!

I circled the room, looking for a usable alternative.

Sofa…impossible!

Cabinet…unmovable!

Pool table…forget about it!

Then, I saw the broom broken in two in the corner, and my eyes lit up.

If I leaned them against the door as a support, with my height, I might be able to reach the doorknob!

And they were much lighter than an armchair; if I couldn't move them all at once, I could do it in two!

My heart leaped with joy, and I quickly went to drag the broom head away.

"Xiao Mo, can't find something? We can help you too."

Damn it! Just then, Xinghua walked in… followed by Rihua and Yuehua.

"...He doesn't seem to be here." Rihua looked around the room.

"Wasn't the thing dropped here?" Xinghua said, biting the second knuckle of her index finger in distress.

"We can't see him anywhere else, maybe he's gone?" Yuehua said.

"Why don't we go ask Uncle Zhao? Hopefully, he didn't just disappear without a word." Rihua said.

"Okay. I really want to hear his story…" Xinghua looked regretfully at the seemingly unchanged recreation room, and before leaving, she checked the knife wound on the man's leg. The bleeding didn't seem to have completely stopped; the bandages and gauze were already half-stained red.

"Yuehua, can this person hold on until dawn?"

"No arteries were damaged, he should be fine. I'll change the gauze again." Yuehua walked to the corner and picked up the first-aid kit.

Then, her eyes widened, and she stumbled backward.

"Are you alright?" Perhaps thinking Yuehua had tripped over something, Rihua picked up the first-aid kit without suspicion, then gasped.

"What's wrong?" Noticing their strange behavior, Xinghua walked over curiously and asked, "What's that?"

She pointed innocently at me, who was leaning against the wall, trying to disguise myself as a broom handle.

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