Chapter 21 Chapter 21 Strange Sounds on the Balcony (Seventeen)

“What’s missing?” Ning Helan didn’t understand. “Zhou Yong’s ‘soul’ was taken away by the ‘ghost messenger’. You saw Zhou Yong’s soul just now. It was also talking to itself here…”

Ning Guohua frowned. Ning Helan calmly changed the words: “…you also performed a ritual here and saw Zhou Yong’s ‘soul’. As for his body, you also saw it in the Public Security Bureau…the other Zhou Yong…”

At this point, the grandfather and grandson looked at each other and said in unison: “Zhou Yong’s body!”

Yes, one person, one soul, now there are two souls and a body, where did the other body go?

Ning Guohua nodded: "No wonder I always feel weird, Gao Zhouyong's body is in the Public Security Bureau, where is the body of the short Zhouyong?"

"Should I ask Brother Yang to find it?" Ning Helan asked, "After all, they are professionals."

Ning Guohua was so angry that he laughed: "Hey, kid, Qin Yang is a professional? What is your grandpa?"

Shaman.

Of course, Ning Helan didn't dare to say this.

Ning Guohua stood up and said, "Why don't we wait until they look for it? We'll look for it ourselves."

Ning Helan looked at Ning Guohua after hearing this and said, "Where should we look?"

"The underworld."

Ning Helan was surprised. He took out his cell phone and said, "...Grandpa, I think you're no longer superstitious. Let me make an appointment with a doctor for you and we'll go and check it out right now."

After saying this without taking a breath, Ning Guohua raised his hand and patted Ning Helan on the head. If there were no outsiders around, he might have kicked him again.

Ning Helan rubbed the place where he was hit innocently, and muttered aggrievedly: "Grandpa, you said something like going to the underworld, I'm worried about your mental state."

"Your grandpa is in good health," Ning Guohua snorted.

"Okay, okay, then Grandpa, who do you think will go to the underworld? I don't believe in these things, and I can't see, so I definitely can't go. Then will you go?" Ning Helan said, "But I remember you said that going to the underworld will damage your virility, and I don't want to go home alone tonight."

"..." Ning Guohua was almost pissed to death by this sharp-tongued boy. At this moment, he didn't care about his age and demeanor, and stepped forward and kicked him in the butt.

"Stinky boy, if you don't go, I don't have to go either." Ning Guohua said, Ning Helan covered his butt and followed Ning Guohua's line of sight to look at Fang Hui over there.

Fang Hui was obviously immersed in the question just now, and Ning Guohua called him several times before he came back to his senses.

"Fang Hui, I have something to do for you now." Ning Guohua said.

Fang Hui looked at the old man with a sinister smile, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart: "...What is it?"

"The body of this short Zhou Yong is nowhere to be found now," Ning Guohua smiled, "Didn't you say you wanted to help?"

"...Grandpa Ning, just say what you want to say." Fang Hui was given goosebumps by his smile.

"I plan to let you go back to the underworld." Ning Guohua said.

Fang Hui exclaimed, "What are you going back for?"

"Go ask the short Zhou Yong who was captured by the ghosts before where his body is."

"Who should I ask?"

Ning Guohua told Fang Hui that as long as he returned to the Naihe Bridge and told the ghosts nearby that it was Master Ning who asked him to come, he would not make things difficult for him.

"Master Ning?" Fang Hui looked at Ning Guohua, thought for a moment and said, "I'm going back to the underworld...will I be captured by the ghosts again?"

Ning Guohua waved his hand to reassure him, but Fang Hui was a little scared when he thought of the fierce and evil looks of the ghosts.

"Don't worry, you have been taken care of by that master, so no ghost dares to touch you."

Fang Hui frowned: "Who is that master?"

"Okay, stand still." Ning Guohua stretched out his hand to Ning Helan next to him, "Xiao Lan, give me the white talisman paper."

In the bag Ning Helan was carrying, there were many talisman papers.

Most of them were yellow talisman papers used by those who practice Taoism, and there were also white and red talisman papers.

Ning Guohua told Ning Helan before that these talisman papers were of different colors and functions.

Ning Helan always thought that this was some setting planned by the grandfather himself.

"Grandpa Ning, does this count as accumulating good karma?"

"It should count. Stand still."

Ning Guohua put the white talisman paper on Fang Hui's chest, chanting a spell, and the white talisman paper also emitted a faint light.

Fang Hui felt a heat in his chest, and then his body seemed to be sucked out, and he fell straight back.

Ning Helan walked forward and took a look. Fang Hui's eyes were lightless, and his already pale skin looked even paler, more like a paper man.

Then Ning Helan stretched out his finger and poked Fang Hui's arm, which felt hard: "Grandpa, he is not dead, is he?"

"He is deader than dead." Ning Guohua put his hands behind his back, "Fang Hui's soul went to the underworld. What you see now is just a container. If the soul is not inside, it will naturally die."

"So..." Ning Helan did not believe that Fang Hui's soul went somewhere. If she had to explain, a sudden serious illness would be more appropriate.

"Grandpa, why don't we call an ambulance? I think he is dead..."

"..."

Fang Hui was awakened by the cold wind again. He opened his eyes and was surrounded by the dim color again.

He saw the rolling mountains all around him, the desolate beach, the wandering souls on the beach, and the bridge that was faintly visible in the distance. He

looked down at his chest and saw that the talisman was still attached to it. He looked more like a zombie than a ghost.

That Ning Guohua was a riddle teller. He never answered his questions properly, such as that adult and accumulating good karma.

Tsk, this fat old man.

Fang Hui walked to the river and looked at his reflection in the water.

A young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes was reflected in the water. It was his original appearance.

"Look, I used to be so handsome, but that fat Ning stuffed me into this pretty boy's container. He couldn't find a handsome guy." Fang Hui muttered to himself and reached out to wipe his hair back.

After looking at the river and feeling sorry for himself for a while, he finally remembered that he had something important to do.

Several ghost officials were doing their work at the Naihe Bridge. One of the ghost officials saw a figure walking towards them not far away. He narrowed his eyes, said "oh", and then turned to the red-armed ghost official: "Look, who's coming." The

red-armed ghost official had been writing something on the notebook in his hand with his head down. When he heard this, he raised his head and was a little surprised to see Fang Hui coming back: "Huh? Fang Hui? Why is he back?"

Before Fang Hui reached the Naihe Bridge, he saw several ghost officials turning around and staring at him in unison. The shadow of the beating he had received before suddenly hit his face, and he couldn't help but shudder.

But he came to do serious business this time, Fang Hui thought, and mustered up the courage to step forward: "Excuse me...Excuse me, where is Zhou Yong's soul?"

The red-armed ghost raised his eyebrows: "Who is Zhou Yong?"

"It's...the ghost you took away from the world of the living a few nights ago," Fang Hui recalled desperately, "At that time, the ghost was controlled by Master Ning, and then...one of you came and took him away."

A ghost in black clothes let out a long "oh": "I took him away." Fang Hui's

eyes lit up: "Can you take me to see him?"

"He has been reincarnated and is no longer in the underworld." The ghost said.

Fang Hui's eyes darkened instantly: "What! He was reincarnated?! How could you let him reincarnate?! Oh my!"

The ghost in black clothes wanted to make a joke, but he didn't expect Fang Hui to say such a bad thing.

Seeing Fang Hui's expression, the ghost in black clothes wondered if this guy was asking for a beating again. Just as he was about to step forward, the ghost with red arms stopped him: "Don't talk nonsense either."

The ghost in black clothes glared at Fang Hui and then pulled his hand back.

Then the ghost with red arms looked at Fang Hui: "Why are you looking for Zhou Yong?"

"Now that he has been reincarnated, is it useful to ask these questions?" Fang Hui's usual dandy temper came up and he didn't speak politely.

He forgot that he was facing living humans before, and they might be too lazy to bother with him, or they might do it for his father's sake.

But he was facing a ghost now, and they would not get used to him.

Seeing him like this, the red-armed ghost messenger was too lazy to pay attention to him: "If you don't want to talk, get out

. This is not a place for a lonely soul like you." "..." Fang Hui saw the red-armed ghost messenger turned around and busy himself with his own things. The other ghost messengers in black clothes no longer looked at him. It seemed that they really ignored him.

Fang Hui began to panic. He lowered his eyes and looked at the number "1" on his left wrist, and gritted his teeth.

"Sorry... I just... had a bad attitude and said something unpleasant..." Fang Hui apologized haltingly, "Please... ghost messengers, don't mind... I... I apologize to you, I'm sorry..."

Fang Hui didn't apologize much when he was alive. It was always others who apologized to him. It was awkward and unnatural to apologize now.

The other ghost messengers in black saw Fang Hui blushing, clasping his hands tightly together, and poking the sand on the ground with one foot unnaturally.

The whole person looked so funny.

The ghost officials laughed out loud without hiding their laughter.

"Look at how scared he is, hahahaha..."

"Hey, fourth brother, did you scare him last time? Look how nervous he is now..."

If Fang Hui was still alive, he would have slapped him a long time ago.

Mocking? In the past, only Master Fang laughed at others, and others dared not laugh at him.

But now is different. He can't help but face the people who laughed at him, and beg others humbly.

Fang Hui bit his back teeth tightly, the red-armed ghost official raised his hand, and the other ghost officials in black clothes fell silent.

Fang Hui saw the red-armed ghost official walking in front of him. This ghost official was almost a head taller than Fang Hui, who was 1.8 meters tall.

At least two meters tall, the ghost's yellow eyes narrowed, Fang Hui felt a sense of oppression, and felt cold sweat on his back, and did not dare to look up at him.

"I ask you again, why are you looking for Zhou Yong's soul?"

"...Yes...it was Grandpa Hua Ning of Ningguo who asked me to find him, because Zhou Yong's body could not be found in the world...so, so let me ask a few...ghost brothers to help."