I Become Baby Mafia Boss

Chapter 162: "It's A Ghost!"

[Ah, right, what's your real age, master? You don't seem to be a baby or a teenager…] Cellino abruptly asked. After all, Ainsley was too smart to be a toddler or a half-baked teenager.

Even though this kid was quite silly in other aspects, her scheming and mischievous mind was unparalleled.

Of course, a certain self-proclaimed fairy was still the king of scheming.

"Me? My past self is 20 years old." Ainsley answered casually, but that was enough to frighten Cellino to death.

A 20-year-old youngster possessing a 3-year-old toddler? That's...quite amazing. Fortunately, this girl wasn't an old folk, or the whole thing would be creepy.

Imagine a grannie becoming a toddler…

That's a no-no!

After Ainsley told Cellino her real age, the cat started to ask her things regarding her previous world. The cat was curious, and he asked tons of things until sunset!

Ainsley was already on the edge of dying because she talked non-stop. Fortunately, the cat stopped asking and invited her to eat dinner before discussing things.

After dinner, Ainsley went back to Grandpa Yofan's room and locked it. Once she plopped to the bed, Cellino leapt to her side and gave her one last reminder.

[Master, don't let down your guard when you visit the capital later!]

They planned to go in 2 days. Thus, Cellino was still quite anxious because of the limited preparation.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. At the capital later, if I find someone that we can't fight, I will use The Godfather name once more and pose to be a shaman contracted with his spirit."

Ainsley let out merry laughter, sounding a bit amused when out of the blue, a cold voice sounded above her.

"Who are you to casually use this lord's name?"

"..."

Ainsley's smile froze on the spot. She abruptly rose from the bed with her eyes turning empty.

Her mind was blank, and her heart skipped a beat.

On the other hand, Cellino felt his fur standing up on its own, yet his body refused to move. Don't talk about Cellino. Ainsley herself also didn't dare to move. She just sat on the bed with a blank gaze.

Silence suddenly filled the room until one could hear a pin drop.

This…

Ainsley suddenly broke in a cold sweat.

Wh-what's going on? I...I heard someone speaking, b-but...there's no one.

Ainsley couldn't help but shudder. At this moment, she could only think of one plausible answer.

It's a ghost!

"C-cellino. T-there is a g-ghost." Ainsley muttered weakly as she looked around the bedroom, trying to see this so-called ghost owning a cold voice but to no avail.

[G-ghost? Master, there's no ghost in this world! Only...only dead spirit…] Cellino gulped. He also followed Ainsley's action to scan the surroundings but found no anomaly.

Even when he's sensitive toward souls, it doesn't mean he's also sensitive toward dead spirits. Furthermore, with this spirit's high ability, can Cellino easily find his location?

No!

Thus, the little master and the cat kept looking around but found no one.

"M-maybe we heard it wrong? There's no one speaking, right?"? Ainsley tried to dodge their awkward situation, but that voice suddenly rang once more. This time, it sounded even closer than before.

"No. You didn't hear it wrong, lass. Don't try to fool yourself!"

This time, Ainsley didn't dare to speculate anymore. She immediately kneeled on the bed and looked up at the empty space above her head.

"T-this senior, w-who are you?" Ainsley didn't use her baby talk because she subconsciously felt that the ghost, ah, no, the spirit was already here from the beginning and already knew that she could speak normally.

As to how she knew it...just say it's her instinct!

Hearing Ainsley's question, the invisible spirit let out a low chuckle.

"Why are you still asking this lord's identity? Haven't you learn about this lord so meticulously that you dare to impersonate this lord?"

The unknown spirit's voice didn't sound angry, but his last few words were seething with cold intent.

Ainsley was suddenly struck dumb.

Someone I impersonate?

Her face instantly turned black.

There's no way. No way! I'm not that lucky to meet...to meet…

Even Cellino already made a guess in mind, but he also didn't dare to believe it.

There's no way that guy is here! This mansion is so far away from his tomb. It should be out of his movement range! So how could…

At this moment, Ainsley and Cellino were bewildered to the max. Everyone knew that dead spirits could only linger around their designated domain and could roam freely after they made a contract with a shaman.

But this guy...if they're not wrong...how could other shamans make a contract with him?

So...how could this spirit come all the way to this place when his designated domain is so far away? Could it be that his domain is actually in this mansion?

Ainsley felt her mind going blank. She was going crazy for real. Still, the baby braced herself to open her mouth and weakly muttered.

"Could it be that you...you are..."

Ainsley hadn't finished her words when the unknown spirit laughed in a low tone. In front of the two, a bright light suddenly appeared out of thin air and the light slowly formed the shape of a transparent human being.

"Indeed! This lord is the Godfather you impersonate!"

Boom!

Ainsley's mind exploded. She looked at the transparent figure floating in the air with a bizarre look in her face. Even Cellino had to rub his eyes with his paws, thinking that his eyes played a prank on him.

This...is the Godfather?

The peak existence in a mafia supremacy country?

THAT Godfather?

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