Chapter 32 Chapter 32 Balcony Sounds (Twenty-eight)...

One day, Aunt Zhang took little Haohao to play in the yard. Little Haohao saw something that he thought was round and interesting, so he picked it up.

It was a button, and Zhou Yong, who was possessed by the button at the time, followed him home.

The soul of a child is very delicious, and greedy ghosts like Zhou Yong are most interested in it, so they have been looking for an opportunity to devour the child's soul.

"What a pity... What a pity that woman actually went to find you..." Zhou Yong closed his eyes, not feeling guilty for what he had done.

"Not only did you kill an innocent person for your own selfish desires, but you also wanted to absorb the soul of a child. Zhou Yong, Zhou Yong, you really don't deserve to be a human being." Ning Guohua sighed.

Ning Helan really wanted to punch Zhou Yong after hearing his lies.

At this time, the man in white clothes stretched out his hand, and a white light flashed in his palm, and an iron chain appeared.

"Brother, leave this man to us?" The man in white clothes stepped forward and smiled at Qin Yang in a friendly manner.

"Who are you?" Qin Yang was already confused by what happened tonight.

"I'm Xiaobai, he's Xiaohei, and we're the same as you." Xiaobai said with a smile, and Xiaohei nodded at Qin Yang.

"Are you also policemen?" Qin Yang looked at the two people carefully, and they didn't look like they were from his own police force.

"...I guess so." The man in white clothes smiled.

"Xiaoyang." Ning Guohua called him.

Qin Yang hesitated and let go of Zhou Yong.

The man who called himself Xiaobai squatted in front of Zhou Yong, and patted his face with the iron chain in his hand with a smile: "Boy, you make it easy for us to find you."

Zhou Yong's body had already trembled like a sieve, and he looked at the man in front of him in horror.

Xiaobai swung his hand, and the iron chain in his hand flew up and pierced Zhou Yong's chest. Zhou Yong screamed immediately: "Ah...Ah...Ah!"

Xiaobai ignored him, raised his hand and pulled it out, pulling out Zhou Yong's soul.

The iron chain pierced Zhou Yong's chest, and Zhou Yong screamed in pain: "Save me! Save me! Puppet ghost! Puppet ghost!"

"That ghost can't even save himself." Xiaohei said on the side.

Zhou Yong's voice became smaller and smaller, and then there was no sound.

Qin Yang was stunned: "..."

He pinched himself secretly, and the pain told him that he was not dreaming.

Ning Helan covered his injured arm with one hand, glanced at Zhou Yong over there, and turned his head away with disgust.

Xiaobai and Xiaohei walked towards Ning Guohua and saluted respectfully: "Greetings, Master Ning."

Ning Guohua nodded and pointed to the controlled puppet ghost over there: "That one is left to you two?"

The puppet ghost pierced by the Seven Swords heard the movement, raised his head and saw the two: "I... I won't go back with you..."

"Do you think you can still run?" Xiaohei laughed contemptuously.

"Run..." Green liquid flowed from the corner of the puppet ghost's mouth, and he laughed at himself. A short light burst out from his chest, and his head drooped weakly.

"He solved it himself." Xiao Hei took a look and said, then he took out his phone and took a video.

Ning Helan saw that the puppet ghost's body began to become transparent, and then disappeared.

Xiao Bai saw Ning Helan staring at Xiao Hei's movements, so he explained to him: "Leave some evidence so that you can explain it when you go back."

"..." Ning Helan didn't say anything. He felt that these things were beyond his understanding at one moment, and then developed within reason at another moment.

Ning Helan seemed to have not slept enough and his brain cells were not enough. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"I didn't expect that Master Ning would even use the Seven Swords. This ghost looks difficult to deal with." Xiao Bai smiled.

Ning Guohua waved his hands: "If I hadn't brought enough talismans today, this little devil wouldn't be worthy of me using the Seven-Divine Sword."

"Thank you for helping me this time, Mr. Ning." Xiao Hei said respectfully, "Now that the matter has been resolved, we'll take our leave first."

Ning Guohua smiled: "Goodbye, both of you."

Xiao Hei casually made a move with his fingers, and a door with green gas appeared on the spot. The door seemed to be very deep, and it was difficult to see what was inside.

Xiao Bai dragged Zhou Yong, who didn't know whether to live or die, into the room first. It was Xiao Hei who turned back to look at Ning Helan over there, and then followed.

"I should still be dreaming..." Ning Helan pulled himself, and the wound on his arm suddenly hurt. He gritted his teeth, "It doesn't seem to be."

"Where's Fang Hui?" Ning Guohua just remembered this person.

A few people walked to the coffin and looked inside. They saw Fang Hui, who was beaten black and blue, with tears streaming down his face.

"Why are you crying?" Ning Guohua didn't pay attention to what happened here just now. "I will let you go back to the paper man later, stop crying."

"No... Wuwuwu..." Fang Hui felt so uncomfortable. Not only was he close to a man, but he was also beaten by another man for no reason.

The most important thing was that he couldn't fight back. It was too aggrieved.

Fang Hui cried so hard that his nose was bubbling. Ning Helan looked at him and didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Hey, is it that serious?"

"You don't understand... I feel like a virgin who has been defiled..." Fang Hui sobbed.

Qin Yang almost laughed to death.

Ning Guohua smiled and waved his hand, asking Ning Helan to pick up the paper man next to him, and then cast a spell.

The small paper man flew to Zhou Yong and sucked out Fang Hui's soul.

"Bang", the paper man grew bigger.

Fang Hui opened his eyes and saw himself lying on Zhou Yong, rolling and crawling out of the coffin.

"Oh my God... a living person?" Qin Yang opened his mouth in surprise, "So Fang Hui is not a person? He is a paper man?"

"He said he is a fake man." Ning Helan said.

"Fake man?" Qin Yang folded his hands, as if thinking seriously about the meaning of this word.

"I'm not a fake!" Fang Hui retorted as soon as he had caught his breath. He had just said it casually before, so why did Ning Helan take it so seriously?

"Huh..." Ning Guohua's body swayed and he was about to fall.

Ning Helan quickly stepped forward to support him: "Grandpa!"

"Grandpa Ning, what's wrong with you?" Qin Yang also reached out to help.

Ning Guohua had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. His face was ugly and his lips were pale. He didn't look very well.

"Grandpa, please sit down first." Ning Helan helped Ning Guohua sit down on the stone table and took out some water from the cloth bag and handed it to him.

Ning Guohua sipped a few times weakly: "It's okay, I just consumed some energy... I'll be fine after a rest."

Ning Helan's eyes were full of worry. Grandpa suddenly looked much older.

"Xiao Lan, Grandpa Ning is old, and he has climbed such a high mountain. He just fought with those... strange things, so he must be tired." Qin Yang said.

Ning Helan frowned slightly and said nothing.

Ning Guohua was not very happy to hear this: "How can I be old? I can climb to the top of this small mountain in one breath."

"Yes, yes, Grandpa Ning, you are still strong." Qin Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Drink some more water and rest more." Fang Hui

stood aside. He looked at Ning Guohua's appearance, and didn't know whether he should go up to care about Ning Guohua. But if he asked him to care, he didn't know what to say now.

"Fang Hui." Ning Guohua called him.

Fang Hui immediately walked over and said, "Grandpa Ning."

Ning Guohua raised his chin and said, "Hey, clean it up."

Fang Hui followed his line of sight and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Coffin?"

"Yes, the ghost was just dug out, go and bury him." Ning Guohua's tone was as casual as asking Fang Hui to pick up some grass.

Fang Hui: ...

No, this coffin lid weighs two or three hundred pounds, and I'm just a paper man now, how can I push it?

And this soil...how long will it take to dig it out?

Fang Hui stood in front of the grave, looking hopeless.

Ning Helan came over: "Let's start, I'll help you."

Fang Hui's eyes filled with tears: "Little Taoist priest, you are a good person."

Qin Yang also came over, he rolled up his sleeves: "I will help too, more people means faster speed."

Fang Hui's face was even more tearful: "Brother Yang, you are a good policeman."

The three of them worked hard, and soon, the grave was almost restored.

Fang Hui felt exhausted, and he didn't care whether the ground was dirty or not, he sat down.

Ning Helan looked at his arm, the wound was quite long, about seven or eight centimeters.

And the blood had not stopped completely, the whip just now was quite fierce, and if it was deeper, he might be able to see the bone.

"Xiao Lan, your injury is quite serious. Let's go down the mountain and go to the hospital." Qin Yang said.

"I'm fine..." Ning Helan said, looking at Ning Guohua over there.

Ning Guohua seemed to be really tired. He no longer had the vigorous and sage-like feeling before. He closed his eyes and dozed off, nodding his head, like a wrinkled old man.

"Grandpa Ning, I'll carry him and take him for a checkup. If you don't apply medicine quickly, the weather will definitely cause pus." Qin Yang said and pushed Ning Helan.

"Ah? Just leaving?" Fang Hui felt that he had just sat down.

"You can stay here for a while." Ning Helan said.

"Hey, you..." Fang Hui was about to say something, but his wrist suddenly hurt, so he raised his hand to look.

The number "3" on his wrist had changed to "10."

"Fuck!" Fang Hui stood up suddenly, raised his wrist and said "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."

Ning Helan glanced at him: "What's wrong?"

"It's changed...it's changed!" Fang Hui shouted excitedly, and added six points at once! Six points!

Today was not in vain!

Fang Hui's mood was like a roller coaster, and he was so happy at the moment.

Qin Yang quietly asked Ning Helan: "Is your friend...something wrong?"

Ning Helan hummed seriously, and he wanted to reach out to help his grandfather, but was stopped by Qin Yang.

"Xiao Lan, it's getting dark now. If you carry Grandpa Ning on your back, what if both of you fall down?" Qin Yang said as he walked to Ning Guohua and squatted down. "Grandpa Ning, come on, I'll carry you down the mountain."

Ning Guohua didn't pick it up and lay on Qin Yang's back: "I carried you on my back when we were little."

"Yes, when we were little, Xiao Lan and I liked you the most to be the big horse." Qin Yang said, "Now I'll be the big horse."

Ning Helan saw Qin Yang carrying Ning Guohua walking in front of him, so he turned around to get the sackcloth bag.

Fang Huiben raised his wrist happily, and saw that Ning Helan couldn't touch the sackcloth bag for a long time.

"Here." Fang Hui stuffed the shoulder strap of the bag into Ning Helan's palm, "Little Taoist priest, you really can't see at all?"

"It will be better when there is light." Ning Helan said and looked up at the sky. At this moment, a cloud happened to cover the moon, and the light became dimmer.