Chapter 11 Chapter 11 Strange noise on the balcony (Part 7)

As soon as he entered the study, Ning Guohua drew all the curtains.

The thick curtains had a good light-blocking effect to begin with, and when they were all drawn, the originally bright study suddenly became dark.

"Don't turn on the light." Ning Guohua knew without even looking that Ning Helan's hand was on the light switch, "Put Fang Hui on the bed."

"Grandpa... I have night blindness. I can't see anything unless I turn on the light." Ning Helan stood at the door without moving.

"It's just a few steps, are you going to fall?" Ning Guohua said.

Ning Helan could only hold on to the so-called "Fang Hui" and walk forward.

Then he was tripped by the leg of the desk next to him and fell heavily to the ground.

Ning Guohua: ...

"Hiss..." Ning Helan hit his head, sat up and rubbed his nose, "Grandpa, I told you I have night blindness but you didn't believe me."

Ning Guohua also knew that after that incident, Ning Helan's vision at night was indeed not good, much weaker than that of ordinary people, so he didn't say anything else.

"Just put Fang Hui on the bed." Ning Guohua said.

"Oh..." Ning Helan looked at his hand, "Is Fang Hui still in my hand?"

"No, you sat him down." Ning Guohua sighed lightly.

"Sorry, brother Fang Hui." Ning Helan stood up, made a hugging gesture, and threw Fang Hui, who he couldn't see, onto the bed next to him.

Then he turned around: "Grandpa, is this okay?"

Ning Guohua looked at Fang Hui lying on the bed. Although the posture was a bit ugly, it was better than lying on the ground.

So he nodded: "Okay, by the way, the curtains in this room cannot be opened, and it is best not to turn on the lights."

Ning Helan hummed, he glanced at the empty bed, followed Ning Guohua out, and then closed the door.

"Grandpa, what do you think happened to Fang Hui? Did he faint?" Although Ning Helan couldn't see Fang Hui, he always felt that what grandpa did just now was weird.

"...By the way, don't let Brother Ji disturb him." Ning Guohua didn't answer Ning Helan's question directly.

Ning Helan glanced at the rooster dozing on the balcony: "What happened to Brother Ji?"

"Fang Hui was locked on the balcony this morning. You closed the balcony door, right?" Ning Guohua said.

"Yes, Brother Ji kept barking outside in the morning, so I closed the door. What happened?" Ning Helan was very confused. "You mean Fang Hui was on the balcony at that time?"

Seeing Ning Guohua nodded, Ning Helan murmured: "Is that so..."

"Can Brother Ji really see Fang Hui?" Ning Helan suddenly became curious.

"Yes, and it can attack him." Ning Guohua said, "He is very weak now, and his soul may be scattered at any time, so don't let the chicken get close to him."

Ning Helan heard his grandfather say this, Fang Hui seemed very serious, a little surprised.

He knew that his chicken seemed to be able to see some strange things. In the past, those people always brought the chicken with them when they invited the grandfather.

Don't look at this chicken's skinny and ugly appearance. From time to time, it will go crazy. I heard from the grandfather that it was fighting with those things.

Anyway, I can't see it, and the grandfather is old, so whatever he says is what it is. Ning Helan never refutes it.

But this time it seems to be really different. Although Fang Hui was in front and behind yesterday, he was doing it for grandpa to see.

He really didn't believe that there was a ghost following him.

Today, grandpa meant that the ghost was going to die? He didn't look like he was joking.

So Ning Helan's thoughts are actually quite complicated now.

But Ning Helan has always listened to grandpa. Since grandpa said not to let Ji Ge disturb Fang Hui, he locked Ji Ge in his room to keep him company.

When it was almost eight o'clock in the evening, Ji Ge, who was lying at Ning Helan's feet, suddenly stood up. Ning Helan glanced at the door and then opened it.

Ning Guohua was sitting on the sofa, mumbling something. Although Ning Helan couldn't see, he guessed that he was talking to the so-called Fang Hui.

Fang Hui had just woken up from a coma.

After he opened his eyes, he found that he was lying on the bed, or to be more precise, lying face down on the bed.

Fortunately, he was a ghost, otherwise he would have a stiff neck from that posture.

The parts of his body that were uncomfortable from the sun during the day were no longer felt, and the dizziness seemed to have completely recovered.

He still remembered that he was in pain all over his body before he passed out, but somehow it was relieved a lot afterwards.

'This ghost's recovery ability is really strong..." Fang Hui didn't know that it was Ning Guohua who saved him during the day, and thought that everything would be fine after a good night's sleep.

After leaving the study, Fang Hui saw Ning Guohua reading the news, so he walked over.

Ning Guohua looked at him and said, "How do you feel?"

"Much better..." Fang Hui sat down awkwardly.

Hearing him say this, Ning Guohua said with a smile, "It seems that my magic power is still useful."

"Magic power?" Fang Hui seemed to have heard a word that could only be heard in fairy tales or fantasy dramas.

"Magic power." Ning Guohua repeated, "Otherwise you would have died long ago. "

Fang Hui recalled the feeling in the morning that his whole body felt like it was on fire. It turned out that his feeling that he was going to die was not an illusion.

After dying, he had to die again? It was too miserable to think about it.

"You... uh, what did you do?" Fang Hui asked him.

Ning Guohua smiled and said, "I just passed some magic power to you to protect your soul. Otherwise, your soul would have been on the verge of dissipating in the morning. "

It's so serious... Thinking of the reminder from the ball of light in the underworld, Fang Hui suddenly realized it and became afraid...

"Thank you... Thank you..." Fang Hui thanked him unnaturally, with an awkward tone and his head lowered so that he didn't dare to look at people.

Those who didn't know would think he was confessing to someone.

Ning Guohua smiled and nodded, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Ning Helan standing at the corner: "Xiao Lan, since Fang Hui is awake, let's pack up and go to Sister Zhang's house to take a look."

Ning Helan's eyes fell on where Fang Hui was sitting. For a moment Fang Hui thought he was looking at him, but soon Ning Helan turned his eyes away and replied lazily, "I know."

"I want to go too." Fang Hui stood up. He had not forgotten that he still had to accumulate good karma.

Ning Guohua looked at him and said, "You have just recovered. You should stay at home."

"I have to help. Otherwise, I will not be able to accumulate good karma and this number will always be zero." Fang Hui was frank about his thoughts.

"..." Ning Guohua laughed and nodded, "Okay, you can follow me."

But Fang Hui said he wanted to help... With his current state of one soul and one spirit, he would be at the bottom of the fighting power among the ghosts. It would be good if he was not targeted by other ghosts.

Ning Guohua did not tell him about his worries. He just told Ning Helan to take the bag in his room.

Fang Hui thought it was something precious, but it turned out to be just an ordinary linen bag.

He had seen it on TV before. The PLA soldiers often carried such small bags when going up mountains and down seas.

Ning Helan was dressed in youthful fashion, and it was really inappropriate for her to carry such a small bag. Fang recalled that if it were him, he would definitely not carry it, as it looked so rustic.