Chapter 17 Chapter 17 Unexpected Sound on the Balcony (Thirteen)

Ning Helan squatted down and carried Ning Guohua on his back. He looked back at the ground. Because Fang Hui was standing, the ground was already wet.

"Fang Hui, I'm sorry to trouble you." Ning Helan said to Fang Hui, even though it seemed to him that there was nothing in front of him.

"..." Fang Hui was holding back his anger and had nowhere to vent it. He wanted to curse, but the other party was very sincere. If he didn't curse, that punch just now really hurt!

He stared at Ning Helan as she walked away with Ning Guohua on her back. He had to take a few deep breaths to calm himself: "Hu...Hu...I am a white lotus...Quiet...Quiet..."

After getting rid of the shadow, the moon in the sky gradually became brighter. Ning Helan looked up and saw that the clouds covering the moon were almost invisible.

An old man and a young boy were walking on the street. It was almost twelve o'clock. There were no other pedestrians on the street, and even few passing cars.

"Xiao Lan, did you see the possessed person tonight?" Ning Guohua asked him.

Ning Helan remained silent and did not answer immediately. He stared at the sidewalk under his feet.

Some of the tiles were loose, and stepping on them on rainy days would splash water up to your pants.

Ning Helan's eyesight was very poor at night, and he would step on such a trap-like brick if he was not careful.

After a long time, he asked: "Grandpa, is the eldest brother really possessed?"

"What else?"

"I thought he was...suddenly out of control of his body. Grandpa, you know that people nowadays have all kinds of hidden diseases." Ning Helan said seriously.

"You..." Ning Guohua thought for a while and said, "Then you went back today? Later, he came out of the water and dripped water all over the floor. Is this also the reason for his illness?"

Ning Helan stopped talking. The street lights were bright, and Ning Helan's face was bright and dim.

"Anyway, there are no ghosts or gods in this world." Ning Helan said softly, as if he was talking to Ning Guohua, or as if he was talking to himself.

When he got home, Ning Guohua said he was going to take a shower and go to bed, as he was really tired tonight.

Ning Helan thought that since Brother Ji hadn't come back, he couldn't just sleep like this now.

This chicken is quite human-like, it can go out for a walk and come back by itself.

After waiting on the sofa for a while, it was already late, so he decided to go out and look for it.

Although grandpa said this Fang Hui, he didn't know if this "Fang Hui" was reliable.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Brother Ji standing at the door, and there was a click when he saw him opening the door.

There was also a pair of footprints next to Brother Ji, which seemed to be wet by water.

"..." Ning Helan turned sideways and pushed the door open a little, and the rooster went back to the nest on the balcony, shaking its comb.

Ning Helan saw that the back of the rooster's head seemed to be bald again, making it look even uglier.

"Uh... Fang Hui?" Ning Helan turned her head to look at the door and called out tentatively. The two footprints also entered the house and went straight to the study.

I have to say, it was really weird.

If Ning Helan could see at this time, she would see Fang Hui with chicken paw prints all over his face, messy hair, and a lot of chicken feathers.

Fang Hui had been to the next yard before and saw the rooster over there at a glance.

The rooster was standing in front of a chicken coop, with his head held high, walking back and forth.

Fang Hui glanced at the chicken coop at the back, where a few plump hens were kept, staring at the rooster outside with curiosity.

"Oh... so... tsk tsk tsk," Fang Hui said with an expression of "I see." He smacked his lips and held his hands up with a half-smile, "Brother Rooster, I thought you only knew how to peck people, but I didn't expect you to be interested in other pairs of hens?"

The rooster clucked and ignored him.

Fang Hui continued to complain: "But you should also look in the mirror. With your bald face, which hen would like you? If I were you, I would be so ugly that I would not be able to sleep."

"Click!" This sentence seemed to have touched the rooster's sore spot. He turned around, and the feathers all over his body swelled up, and rushed towards Fang Hui.

"Oh my god..." Fang Hui was startled and ran away.

Fang Hui lay on the bed and touched the wound on his face. He grimaced in pain: "This dead chicken..."

After touching it, he raised his wrist and carefully examined it.

There was faint blood next to the number 1, as if it was engraved.

Fang Hui was somewhat thankful that he had asked the ball of light to be changed into Arabic numerals, otherwise, when the number grew to something like one hundred and eighty-five, he would probably be in so much pain.

Touching the number, this was the first time it broke through 0, and Fang Hui smiled faintly.

Then he couldn't laugh the next day.

Ning Helan received Qin Yang's call early in the morning. The person who died in Zhou Yong

's room was not Zhou Yong. "If it wasn't Zhou Yong, who could it be?" Ning Guohua was surprised.

"Brother Yang said that the person who died actually died at least a month ago." Ning Helan's next sentence made Ning Guohua and Fang Hui's eyes shrink.

Before hanging up the phone, Ning Helan thanked Qin Yang, and Qin Yang said cheerfully that it was not necessary, and that he could just treat him to a meal another day.

Ning Helan saw Ning Guohua pacing back and forth in the living room with his hands behind his back, looking thoughtful.

Fang Hui also sat on the sofa with his hands

folded, but he didn't quite understand what was going on. He just stared at Ning Guohua walking back and forth. "Grandpa, it looks like this matter hasn't been completely resolved." Ning Helan supported his chin with one hand and rested his other hand on his knee, "What do you want to do?"

"Go ask who the dead person is." Ning Guohua said.

"Grandpa, this is the police's business, they will investigate it themselves." Ning Helan said.

"Xiao Lan, go find your cousin and get a hair." Ning Guohua said.

"Grandpa, are you listening to me?" Ning Helan was helpless.

"By the way, Fang Hui can't be like this now. He will be easily targeted by these wandering ghosts. We need to find a container for you." Ning Guohua said, turning his gaze to Fang Hui.

"What?" Fang Hui blinked. The old man changed the subject so quickly that he didn't react for a while. "What container?"

"Xiao Lan, go find a paper man."

"..." Seeing that his grandfather was not going to listen to him, Ning Helan stood up speechlessly and went to Ning Guohua's room to find two paper figures.

They were two little figures cut out of white paper, with short arms and legs like Q-version characters, and looked quite cute.

"Fang Hui, stand up." Ning Guohua picked up a paper figure and held it between his fingers.

Although Fang Hui didn't know what he wanted to do, he still stood up honestly.

Ning Guohua was seen muttering something, and a faint white light was emitted from his whole body. Then he swung the paper figure between his fingers, and the paper figure flew in front of Fang Hui's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Ning Guohua drew a line with his finger, and the paper figure stuck to Fang Hui's forehead.

Fang Hui only felt a strong suction coming from the paper figure, and almost in an instant, he was sucked into the paper figure.

"Show!" Ning Guohua shouted, and a living person appeared on the sofa.

And he was completely naked.

Ning Helan's eyes widened. He couldn't help but put his fingers on his lips, staring in amazement at the living person who suddenly appeared in his home.

Fang Hui woke up from a dizziness. He looked at his body, then got up and rushed to the bathroom.

A handsome young man with fair skin appeared in the mirror. He touched his face and body.

"Can you see it?" Fang Hui shouted excitedly, "I can see it! I'm not a ghost anymore!"

But this face is not his own, it is much uglier than his original face.

The narcissistic Fang Hui touched his facial features happily while feeling disgusted.

Ning Helan opened his mouth slightly as he watched the naked man run into the bathroom, then retracted his gaze to look at Ning Guohua.

Ning Guohua let out a long breath, smiled and looked at Ning Helan: "What do you think? Do you believe it now?"

Ning Helan looked at him, then at Fang Hui, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence from his stiff mouth: "Oh my god... this person really exists..."

"Master Ning, this person's face is not my face, my face is much more handsome than this." Fang Hui was not very satisfied with his current appearance.

"Fang Hui, you are a dead man. Do you want to walk around the street with your original face on? Have you ever thought about how people who know you will feel when they see you?" Ning Guohua reminded him, "Do you want to scare them to death?"

"Oh...that's right." Fang Hui thought what Ning Guohua said made sense, so he stopped worrying about it and began to admire his body in the mirror.

After a while, Fang Hui came out and shook Ning Guohua's hand happily: "Thank you, Grandpa Ning!"

"Hehehe..." Ning Guohua looked at him with a smile, "How is it, are you satisfied with this container?"

Fang Hui nodded: "Except that he is not as handsome as I used to be, he seems to be about the same height and figure."

At this time, Ning Helan took out a set of clothes from the bedroom and handed it to Fang Hui: "Here, put it on first, don't walk around in my house."

Fang Hui realized that he was □□, he smiled a little embarrassedly, and then hid in the study to change clothes.

Ning Helan stood there with his hands folded. The impact on him just now was a bit big, and he was still in a state of confusion. It was also a subconscious behavior to give clothes to Fang Hui.

Ning Guohua patted Ning Helan on the back: "It's okay. If you can't understand it now, you will slowly understand it and you will accept it eventually."

"Grandpa, isn't this magic?" Ning Helan found an explanation from all the possibilities he could think of, even though this possibility was not very appropriate.

Ning Guohua shook his head: "What do you think?"

Ning Helan sat on the sofa in a somewhat decadent manner, with his head lowered and his hands on his forehead.

For him, a materialist, seeing a so-called "ghost" turn into a living person with his own eyes, he not only began to doubt life.

Fang Hui happily changed his clothes and came out. Ning Helan was about the same height as him and had a similar figure, so the clothes fit him perfectly.

He walked up to Ning Guohua: "Grandpa Ning, am I resurrected now?"

"No, you are still a ghost." Ning Guohua told him the truth without hesitation.

Fang Hui's smile froze on his face: "Uh..." "

When that evil spirit targeted you last night, I thought that your spirit is too weak and it is easy to become food for other ghosts," Ning Guohua explained, "Give you a container to put your soul in, and you won't be targeted so easily."

Fang Hui scratched his head: "So I am still the lowest level ghost now..."

"It doesn't matter what level of ghost you are now. Your main task now is to accumulate a thousand points of Yinde and then return to the underworld." Ning Guohua said.

Fang Hui lowered his head and sighed after a long while.