Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Strange sound on the balcony (VI)

Ning Guohua handed the purse that little Haohao had thrown on the ground to Aunt Zhang, and warned: "Aunt Zhang, this purse must not be left without the child, otherwise it will be easily targeted by something else."

"What? What will it be targeted by?" Aunt Zhang's heart immediately sank when she heard Ning Guohua say this. Seeing

her look, Ning Guohua smiled and said: "But don't worry, I will go to your house to check in the evening."

"Master Ning..." Aunt Zhang looked at Ning Guohua, and then looked at the embroidered purse containing the talisman in her hand.

"Aunt Zhang, you should know in your heart that your Haohao's crying at night is not just because of the knocking on the door, right?" Ning Guohua asked.

Seeing that he had hit upon what she was worried about, Aunt Zhang nodded: "Master, it's just what you said..." Aunt Zhang

touched her little grandson in her arms: "Although the little Taoist priest came to solve the problem of knocking on the door yesterday, I always feel a chill behind me, and I don't know what's going on... But the little Taoist priest said that there aren't so many supernatural things, and asked us to believe in science."

Ning Guohua heard this and looked back at Ning Helan, who had stood at the door of the bedroom at some point. Ning Helan shrugged to show that he had no other intentions.

"Sister Zhang, don't worry, I will solve the problem. You, take Xiao Haohao to live with your relatives and come back in two days."

"Okay, Master, I'll listen to you." Aunt Zhang hugged her little grandson and nodded repeatedly. Fang

Hui, who was standing on the balcony, saw Aunt Zhang leave, and the gray gas around her also left with her.

Ning Helan came out and asked, "Grandpa, what's wrong? Haven't you resolved yesterday's incident?"

Ning Guohua nodded seriously, "Haohao's crying must not be about the wood chip knocking on the door."

"It's also possible that she got frightened at night." Ning Helan leaned on the sofa and crossed her legs lazily. "Do you remember that Xiaoyu next door also cried at night for a while. Later, she was taken to the hospital for examination. In fact, she watched a horror movie with her parents during the day, and was scared by the weird things in it. She kept having dreams at night. Later, cats and mice were released for a while, and she was fine again, right?"

Ning Guohua was obviously speechless for his grandson. He held his hands: "Hey, Ning Helan, I'm a Taoist priest and I believe in these. Your father was also a Taoist priest and he believed in these too. Why don't you believe in them anymore?"

"That's because..." Ning Helan opened his mouth but didn't finish his words and stopped talking.

Ning Guohua looked at Ning Helan, sighed softly, and rubbed his head with his hand: "Xiao Lan, you accompany me tonight, no matter what the reason is, it must be solved."

"Okay..." Ning Helan responded, "Where are you going?"

"Old Li lost to me in chess yesterday, and he challenged me to a fight today." Ning Guohua bent down to put on his shoes.

"A fight?!" Ning Helan was obviously surprised by his grandfather's words.

"He said he wanted to beat me ten games in a row today. When I was young, I was a chess player in the provincial team. He wanted to beat me? Hehehe..." Ning Guohua smiled and walked out.

Ning Helan also raised the corners of her mouth and shook her head. Her grandpa was really...

Compared to the cheerful grandpa and grandson, Fang Hui, who was standing outside the French window on the balcony, had a sullen face.

"Hey! I'm still locked outside!! Hey!! Old man!" Fang Hui shouted a few times, but seeing that it was in vain, he squatted aside angrily.

In the morning, it was very pleasant to feel the cool breeze on the balcony, but as it got closer to noon, the sun became hotter.

Although there was an eaves above to block the view, few people could stand the midday sun.

Even living people couldn't stand it, let alone ghosts.

What's more, it was Fang Hui, a ghost who wasn't even a ghost.

He just felt his body was hot and his head was dizzy.

"Hey! Let me in..." He weakly pounded on the French window.

Ning Helan in the house was eating watermelon and playing games, and didn't even look at the balcony.

Fang Hui shouted in his heart that he was finished. He wouldn't be sunburned to death here, would he?

Become a dry corpse?

No, a dry soul.

"Chuck." When Fang Hui felt that he was about to faint, he saw the rooster pacing over.

"Hey, tell your master to let me in..." Fang Hui said weakly while sitting in front of the window.

"Chuck!" The rooster shook its head. Because its eyes were not looking in the same direction, Fang Hui didn't know if it heard what he said.

"Brother Rooster, look, I'm about to be sunburned to death..." Fang Hui shouted awkwardly.

After all, when he was alive, he seldom asked for help from others, let alone asking for help from a chicken now.

"Kah!" The rooster didn't know whether it understood Fang Hui's words or not, and it walked towards Ning Helan.

In Fang Hui's expectant eyes, the rooster jumped onto the sofa and lay down beside Ning Helan.

Then he gave Fang Hui a wise look.

"This dead chicken! You've been waiting for me! I will pluck all your feathers when I go out! I will definitely put you in a frying pan!" Fang Hui's forehead was bulging with veins, and he slapped the transparent French window.

When Ning Guohua came back from outside humming a little tune at around twelve o'clock, Ning Helan had already prepared lunch.

Ning Guohua looked around the room, and then he remembered that he hadn't seen Fang Hui all morning.

"Grandpa, what are you looking for?" Ning Helan brought the prepared food to the table and saw Ning Guohua looking around.

"Nothing... Where is this Fang Hui?" Ning Guohua asked.

"Fang Hui?" Ning Helan almost forgot this name. Well, he couldn't see Fang Hui anyway, and thought that grandpa was hallucinating. "I don't know, anyway I can't see him."

"Brother Ji, have you seen Fang Hui?" Ning Guohua saw his rooster standing in front of the French window, walked over and opened the door and window, and saw Fang Hui lying on the ground, already dry.

"Fang Hui?" Ning Guohua called Fang Hui, Fang Hui stretched out his hand and crawled a few steps into the house with difficulty. When he felt cool all over his body, he let out a long breath.

The rooster ignored him and went to the trough to drink water.

"You've been on the balcony all morning?" Ning Guohua was a little surprised. Ghosts are most afraid of sunlight. Normally, ghosts with healthy souls can't stand the sun's scorching sun. This guy, with only one soul and one spirit left, can still hold on until now.

"Fang Hui, you can't stay in the sun too much. You are now a collection of yin energy, and it is easy to be burned to ashes by the sun." Ning Guohua reminded Fang Hui sternly.

Fang Hui lay on the ground and could hardly move. He secretly complained in his heart, do I need you to remind me? If it weren't for your precious grandson, would I have been locked up for a whole morning! Although he

complained in his heart, Fang Hui was too lazy to explain to Ning Guohua.

He didn't notice that his body was gradually becoming transparent. Ning Guohua was startled, muttering something, his fingertips glowed slightly, and then he tapped Fang Hui's back.

Fang Hui was originally uncomfortable from the sun, as if he was burned by fire. When Ning Guohua touched him with a finger, he suddenly felt a comfortable coolness all over his body, and he passed out in a daze.

Ning Helan stood by the dining table and watched his grandfather's strange movements. He couldn't see the glowing fingertips of Ning Guohua, so he joked, "Grandpa, are you performing a shaman dance?"

"You bastard! Your grandpa is saving people!" Ning Guohua was furious when he heard this, "Don't stand there, come and help me lift Fang Hui up."

"...Where is Fang Hui?" Ning Helan walked over while looking around.

"On the ground...you stepped on his head...and stepped on his hand..." Ning Guohua saw that Ning Helan had nowhere to step, so he could only signal him to step back a little.

"Come on, pull him up." Ning Guohua lifted Fang Hui's arm and pulled Ning Helan's hand to grab it.

It looked like Ning Helan had grabbed air. His eyes moved but he didn't say anything. Ning Guohua looked at him and said, "Go, take him to the study."

Although Ning Helan felt that he had grabbed something for nothing, he still followed his grandfather into the study.

However, Fang Hui's head hit the door of the study hard.