Immortal in Horror Game: She is the Fortune Teller!-Chapter 233 - 229: Bloody Castle 10

Josh yawned, ignored it, turned over: "Thanks for closing the curtains for me, good people live in peace."

She closed her eyes and continued to sleep.

The humming of the gramophone stuttered briefly, then quickly regained its rhythm.

Josh closed her eyes again, and soon felt sleepy with the soothing hum.

Gramophone: "..."

The shadows spread continuously from beneath the gramophone, approaching Josh.

Josh felt a part of the sofa beside her sinking.

She opened her eyes and met a blood-soaked, gruesomely smiling face.

Josh kicked it, and the female ghost fell to the ground with a thud.

Only then did she disdainfully retract her foot, grabbing a blanket from the end of the sofa to cover herself.

The shadow, unsatisfied, attempted to get closer again.

Josh, eyes closed, said lazily, "Don’t come near me, you’re freezing."

The room returned to silence, with only the gentle singing of the gramophone.

The fire in the fireplace dimmed, something crawling down the chimney, revealing a grotesquely pale hand, its fingers painted with scarlet nail polish.

As the hand continued to crawl down, the firelight in the fireplace dimmed further.

The room’s temperature continued to drop.

Josh impatiently clicked her tongue and suddenly opened her eyes.

Yet, the room returned to normal.

The curtains weren’t drawn, the gramophone wasn’t playing, the fireplace glowed warmly, and outside the window, the sky was laden with clouds.

Only the window was inexplicably open, cold wind blowing in.

Josh coughed twice, got up, and closed the window properly.

She shut the window and turned back to the sofa.

Unaware of a large bunch of long hair hanging down from beneath the window curtain, spreading to the floor.

Josh, unable to sleep due to the disturbance, got up and explored the room out of boredom.

The room wasn’t large, but unlike her previous Room 4, this one felt more like a man’s room, with a somber black-gray interior.

Even the carpet on the floor was black.

Josh opened the bedside drawer and found a photograph.

It was a photo of a young man and woman, or rather, a miniature oil painting. The man in the painting was dressed identically to the one she saw in the study, also faceless.

"Do you like him too?" came the suddenly mournful voice of the female ghost from behind: "But he’s mine."

Josh sensed the danger behind her and drew a long knife, slicing in the direction of the ghost.

The female ghost was instantly cut in half.

She shrieked in anger, her two halves lunging at Josh fiercely.

The blade flashed coldly, and the ghost transformed from two halves into seven pieces.

She whimpered, crying: "You’re such a rough woman, the prince would never like you."

Josh picked up her head and placed it on the coffee table: "You familiar with that Prince Sisi?"

The woman glared at her viciously: "Don’t even think about getting a single thing about Prince Sisi from me!"

Josh chuckled: "That’s fine."

She stuck the knife into the ghost’s head and approached the fireplace.

The ghost screamed in fright: "What are you doing?! I warn you, if you dare damage my hair, I’ll kill you!"

"Understood, start with the hair." Josh nodded compliantly, grabbed the hair from the back of her head, and tossed it into the fireplace.

The hair instantly caught fire, sizzling.

"Ahhhh, I’ll talk, I’ll talk! Ask anything, I’ll answer anything! Weren’t you curious about Prince Sisi? I’m the closest to him!"

Josh collected the remaining two strands of hair: "Should’ve been obedient from the start."

Two streaks of blood tears flowed from the ghost’s face.

Josh placed her head by the fireplace: "Who are you, and what’s your relationship with Sisi?"

The ghost protested with a look: "It’s Prince Sisi!"

Under Josh’s cold gaze, the ghost conceded: "I was the maid in the castle, called Sophie, responsible for cleaning the prince’s study."

"Every day the prince would come to the study to read, he always drank the tea I brewed. He was very fond of me. He often praised me for being beautiful, said my eyes were bright and wanted me to be his lover..." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Sophie’s face showed a bashful expression.

Josh frowned slightly: "And yet, you’re dead?"

Sophie glared at her, dared not speak, and answered patiently: "It’s because I was frail and sickly, and during childbirth, after being pregnant with the prince’s child, I died. The prince grieved for a long time because of my death."

Josh raised an eyebrow: "You had a child with him?"

Sophie nodded shyly: "Of course!"

She suddenly remembered something, turned angrily at Josh: "It’s all your fault! You took my child away!"

Josh blinked innocently: "When did I take your child?"

At her words, Sophie was furious, almost jumping up while holding her head: "As if you didn’t! If you hadn’t taken my child, why would I follow you here? You just twisted my daughter’s head off in the basement wine cellar!"

Josh’s lips twitched: "That was your daughter?"

Ghost: "Of course!"

Josh: "That was just a doll, moving because it was controlled by your ghost energy."

"That’s my daughter! My daughter with Prince Sisi!" Sophie’s expression was very agitated, blood seeping from her bloodshot eye sockets, black aura oozing out, indeed resembling the ghost doll’s blackened sockets.

Frost condensed beneath her head, and the room’s temperature dropped a few degrees.

Josh raised a hand and gently tapped her head with a piece of spare firewood from beside her: "Calm down, stop chilling. Mess around again, and I’ll capture you and send you to the chef as a cooling appliance, making you face raw meat and bones every day?"

The ghost stiffened for a moment and quickly cried mournfully, blood tears streaming from the huge bump on her head: "You’re heartless! A ruthless woman! The prince would never like someone like you!"

The room’s temperature slowly returned.

Josh rolled her eyes at her: "By your looks, it’s impossible for you to have children. When you were 12, your chance of having children was cut off, child what? Nonsense?"

The ghost was dumbfounded, staring at Josh in shock: "How do you know?!"

Josh smiled slightly: "Because I’m a witch, I can divine, I can tell fortunes! Not only do I know you have no fate with children, but I also know you like Sisi because he saved your life."

The ghost’s eyes lit up instantly: "You divined that?!"

Josh smirked: "Of course. My divination is very accurate!"

The ghost cozied up flatteringly: "Can you divine when the prince and I... will be together?"

Josh looked at her with difficulty: "This face of yours is a lifetime of solitude, wanting to date, not easy unless..."

The ghost eagerly asked: "Unless what?"

Josh pulled out a few yellow talisman papers from nowhere: "Unless you eat this with water, you might catch a bit of romance, attract the person you like."

"Give it to me!" The ghost quickly lunged to grab them.

Josh kept the talisman papers away: "These don’t come free; taking a witch’s item freely is inviting a curse, don’t you know?"

The maid ghost hesitated momentarily: "Then what do you want to trade for it?"

Josh smiled slightly: "Gems, the more the better."

Moments later.

The ghost happily gobbled down the talisman papers with water.

Josh satisfied, tossed a pouch of gems into the system warehouse.

The ghost looked at her excitedly: "I’ve eaten it. Now the prince won’t like that woman, only me, right?"

She whimpered: "If it wasn’t for that woman, Prince Sisi wouldn’t be trapped in the castle, sobbing..."

"That woman?" Josh followed the lead: "Who? The woman on the portrait?"

[Ding! Congratulations on triggering the hidden task "Dissuade Sisi from leaving the castle"]

The ghost realized she misspoke, her face changed dramatically, quickly covered her mouth, and hurriedly hid into the chimney, feigning dead.

Josh took out the doll: "If you don’t talk, I’m going to kill your daughter."

The chimney was silent.

No matter how much Josh threatened or tempted, the ghost never reappeared.