Chapter 23 Chapter 23 Strange sound on the balcony (XIX)

"...No..." Fang Hui replied weakly, "Why are they all staring at me?"

"Because you're delicious." Xiao Liu said.

This casual remark made Fang Hui's goosebumps spread from his scalp to his feet. He looked at Xiao Liu in horror: "What?"

"Well, you don't know your current situation, do you? You only have a soul and a spirit now, not a complete soul, neither a human nor a ghost. Although you are useless in itself, in the eyes of other ghosts, eating you can increase their cultivation."

Fang Hui felt a chill and couldn't help but rub his arms.

"1032...1032..." Xiao Liu looked at the cell numbers outside, "Oh, here, here."

There was only one ghost in No. 1302.

Fang Hui recognized him. It was Zhou Yong.

The ghost Zhou Yong was sitting on the bed with his back to the door. He turned around to look at the person who came

when he heard the noise. His eyes fell on Xiao Liu first. His expression did not change. But when he saw Fang Hui, he suddenly became excited, yelled, and stretched out his hand to grab Fang Hui.

Fang Hui was not mentally prepared, and was frightened by his yell and stepped back repeatedly.

Fortunately, Zhou Yong was blocked by the cell door, so his hand did not touch Fang Hui.

"Hey, what's wrong? Calm down." Xiao Liu knocked on the cell door, making a "bang bang" sound.

Zhou Yong glanced at Xiao Liu, and was still a little afraid of the ghost in his heart, so he withdrew his hand.

"What? Do you two know each other?" Xiao Liu looked at Fang Hui, Fang Hui shook his head quickly, and Zhou Yong stared at him hatefully.

"Zhou Yong, we are here to ask you something. You'd better answer honestly and not deliberately hide the truth. Do you understand?" Xiaoliu knocked on the cell door twice as a warning.

Zhou Yong stared at Fang Hui fiercely: "Just say whatever you want to say."

Fang Hui didn't dare to get close to him. He stood there, calmed himself and said: "Grandpa Ning, let me ask you, where is your body?"

"Grandpa Ning?" Zhou Yong's eyes turned, "Oh, you mean the fat old man..."

Then he suddenly smiled sinisterly: "I won't tell you."

"You him..." Fang Hui was about to swear, but he saw Xiaoliu out of the corner of his eye and had to hold it back, "Why? Don't you want to reincarnate?"

Although Fang Hui still didn't quite understand what Ning Guohua wanted to do with Zhou Yong's body, according to his guess, it was probably for the purpose of salvation, right?

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yong laughed sharply after hearing Fang Hui's words: "Hehehe... I don't want to be reincarnated. You guys go find me. I bet you won't find me even if you search for your whole life."

Who doesn't want to be reincarnated? Just like Fang Hui, he can't even reincarnate.

Fang Hui was a little angry: "Do you want to be locked up here for the rest of your life?"

"Who would want to be locked up here for the rest of their life?" Zhou Yong said, looking up and looking around the small cell, "I can get out in two days..."

The ghost Xiaoliu next to him heard this and his eyes moved, but he didn't say anything.

Fang Hui wanted to point at this dead ghost and curse him, but then he thought better of it.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward and said: "Well, tell me where your body is in this life, and Grandpa Ning will arrange a good family for you in the next life."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yong was obviously shaken when he heard this, and he blinked his eyes: "Really...really?"

"Of course." Fang Hui was sure.

Xiao Liu next to him folded his hands, he wanted to see how these two people would play this drama.

Soon, Zhou Yong made up his mind: "Okay, I tell you, my body is in the East City Landfill, in the No. 4 garbage area."

Throwing his own body into the garbage dump? Fang Hui secretly disliked it.

However, this Zhou Yong is really simple.

Zhou Yong looked at him: "I told you, isn't it time for you to fulfill your promise?"

Fang Hui looked innocent: "Ah? What promise?"

Zhou Yong grabbed the pillar of the cell door tightly: "You just said that the fat old man would arrange a good family for me!"

"Yeah, then go find him, it's not me who arranged it for you." Fang Hui turned his head and denied it.

This made Zhou Yong very angry, he banged on the door: "Fang Hui! Fang Hui! You lied to me again and again! You wait! I will never let you go!"

Fang Hui sneered: "Let's talk about it when you can get out."

"Fang Hui! Don't leave! Come back here! I will tear you to pieces! Fang Hui!" Zhou Yong shouted in the cell.

When Xiaoliu and Fang went back to take the elevator, Xiaoliu said, "Fang Hui, can I ask, were you like this when you were alive? It's... annoying?"

"..." This question made Fang Hui feel ashamed. He remembered that when he was alive, he did promise others many things and didn't take them to heart, but this time was different. This time it was for fairness and justice. He found

a high-sounding excuse for himself, and he pulled his sleeves guiltily to cover the number on his wrist.

In the present world, Ning Helan was squatting on the ground.

He was looking at the place where Ning Guohua had arranged the formation before.

For ordinary people, their eyes are not psychic, and they don't have the third eye, so they can't see what Ning Guohua was doing just now.

Just as Ning Helan said, ordinary people can only see a fat old man muttering to the air.

Ning Guohua saw Ning Helan squatting down, thinking that he had discovered something, and asked with some expectation: "Xiao Lan, what did you find?"

"Grandpa, I think this house is indeed very old. In addition to the stone bricks, the ceiling of each floor also has a wooden structure. As the years go by, the center of the wood becomes hollow, and when the wind blows in, it will produce some strange noises. These are all very normal things." Ning Helan knocked on the floor.

Listening to Ning Helan's serious explanation, Ning Guohua didn't know whether he should be happy or worried. He sighed, patted Ning Helan's shoulder and stood up.

"Grandpa?" Ning Helan raised her eyes and looked at him.

"Xiao Lan, what do you think Fang Hui and I were doing just now?"

Ning Helan thought for a moment: "Acting?"

"...What about the formation and ghosts that appeared in the room just now?"

"Grandpa, I can't see those. If you must say, it should be holographic projection? Isn't technology very advanced now?"

Then Ning Guohua was completely speechless. He thought about what children nowadays learn, such as the principles of Marxism, dialectical materialism, and the scientific concept of development. This child has learned it too well.

If he had known earlier, he should have thrown Ning Helan into those Taoist temples since he was a child.

Now he can't see these, and he doesn't believe in ghosts and gods. What should he do in the future?

Ning Helan stood up and looked back at the ground.

He really couldn't see, but he could vaguely feel something.

For example, before, when his grandfather said that Fang Hui was at his house, he couldn't see or hear, but he could indeed feel something in the house.

But for Ning Helan now, it is better to believe that his grandfather is Qin Shihuang than to believe that there is a ghost floating around in the house.

Ning Helan glanced at the "Fang Hui" lying there, wondering what he would say when he got up.

For example, he would make up a story about going to the underworld, or about meeting the spirit of "Zhou Yong".

Ning Guohua then remembered something: "Xiao Lan, you said last time that when you came to see Zhou Yong, he opened the door for you. Did you see his face clearly?"

"The light was not good at that time, and there was no light in his room. He lowered his head, so I couldn't see clearly..." Ning Helan also reacted when he said this, "Since Zhou Yong is dead, who was the person who opened the door for me in his room?"

"Yes, this is the strange point." Ning Guohua said, "There must have been someone else in his room at that time, and he knew Zhou Yong."

Ning Helan felt that things had gradually moved from the so-called "metaphysics" to "suspense".

The two were discussing who would open the door for Ning Helan, when they saw Fang Hui, who was lying straight on the ground, suddenly twitched.

Then he sat up with a straight back.

"Huh..." Fang Hui took two deep breaths while sitting there, and then he covered his chest. He had just been knocked back by a punch from the ghost Xiao Liu.

He could still feel the dull pain in his chest.

The ghost Xiao Liu said that Fang Hui did not come through the Xuan Yao Gate when he came, so he could only go back the same way he came.

Fang Hui was knocked away by his punch before he could ask how he came.

"Why do these ghosts hit people at every turn..." Fang Hui rubbed his chest. If he had not been in a state of being dead but not completely dead, Xiao Liu's punch would have broken his ribs.

As soon as Fang Hui stood up, he saw the cheerful Ning Guohua and the calm Ning Helan.

"Fang Hui, you're back? How's it going?" Ning Guohua stepped forward with a smile.

"Well, I asked..." Fang Hui glanced at Ning Guohua, "If...if this matter is resolved, can my good deeds be increased?"

"Of course, you have made such a great effort." Ning Guohua said with a smile.

Hearing Ning Guohua's promise, Fang Hui was relieved: "Zhou Yong said that his body was hidden in the East City Garbage Dump."

"Garbage Dump?" Ning Guohua was surprised, and even Ning Helan frowned slightly when she heard this.

"Should...we notify the police and ask them to look for the body?" Fang Hui asked.

Ning Helan said, "If we notify the police, and they don't find the body, wouldn't it be a wasted trip for them?"

"Xiao Lan is right, let's go take a look first."

"Ah?" Fang Hui was embarrassed. The place he would never go to in his life might be a garbage dump.

After all, how could a young man like him who was used to being spoiled go to such a stinking place?

Ning Guohua packed up, Ning Helan picked up the chicken, walked to the door, turned around and saw Fang Hui standing there motionless.

"Fang Hui?" Ning Guohua called him.

"I... I won't go, right?" Fang Hui didn't want to go to that kind of place even if he died. "How about we just find someone to go take a look?"

Ning Guohua smiled slightly: "Don't you want to accumulate good karma?"

This sentence really worked. Fang Hui's face was full of reluctance, but he still followed Ning Guohua obediently.

They went out and hailed a taxi, and the three of them got in the car.

"Where are you going?" The driver turned over the sign of the empty car, and when he saw the chicken Ning Helan was holding, he looked at it twice more.

"Master, please go to Jianshe Road." Ning Helan said.

"Where is Jianshe Road?"

"The garbage dump."

"Oh, the East City Garbage Dump? Okay!" The driver looked at this very special chicken, thinking that people nowadays have very special preferences for keeping pets.

And the richer a person is, the more special their preferences are.