Chapter 4 Chapter 4 The Taoist Priest Can't See

The Ning family's lunch was cold cucumber salad, fried eggs with tomatoes, chicken with green peppers and chili, and cabbage and tofu soup.

They were all home-cooked dishes, and the old man and the young man ate them very happily.

Fang Hui sat on a chair beside him, crossed his legs and folded his hands, watching Ning Helan's every move.

Halfway through the meal, the old man spoke: "Little brother, do you want to eat something too?"

When these words came out, Fang Hui and Ning Helan were stunned.

"Grandpa, who are you talking to?" Ning Helan spit out a chicken bone from his mouth.

The old man looked at Fang Hui on the side: "Let me ask you."

"...You can talk to me?" Fang Hui was very surprised.

The old man nodded. Fang Hui was surprised and suddenly moved. Someone could see him and talk to him.

Thinking of this, he despised himself. What was there to be moved about? He was dead now

, so why should he be moved? "What's your name?" Seeing that he didn't say anything, the old man continued to eat.

"Fang Hui." Fang Hui was honest at this moment.

The chicken over there finished eating, jumped onto the low table in front of the sofa, lowered his head and pecked at the TV remote control a few times, and turned on the TV.

The TV was playing the local news.

"According to the latest news, a truck overturned in a neighborhood of this city, causing one death." The news anchor said, "The driver was not injured and has been taken away for investigation..."

Fang Hui also turned his head to look at the TV screen, "According to the investigation, the deceased is a third-year student at F City University..."

Hearing this, Fang Hui stood up from his chair, ran to the living room and stared at the TV screen.

Although the body dug out from the mud and sand was stained with blood, he could still tell that it was himself.

He had just changed his clothes yesterday, and his shoes were limited edition from a big brand. He had asked his father for a long time before he bought them for him.

But now his clothes and socks were all contaminated by mud and blood and could not be seen in their original appearance.

Fang Hui stared blankly at his own body being covered with a white sheet and carried into the ambulance, his head buzzing.

"Fang Hui... Fang Hui..." The old man looked at the TV, then at Fang Hui standing there, "So the dead person is you."

Ning Helan just glanced at the TV casually. He didn't know the people on TV, so he didn't care.

After a long time, the meal was over, Ning Helan went to wash the dishes, and the old man came over and saw Fang Hui still standing there in a daze in the same posture just now.

The big rooster was originally on the table, and when he saw the old man coming, he jumped down and staggered to the side.

The old man sat on the sofa and saw Fang Hui with his head down and shoulders slumped. He was already a ghost with a strong yin energy, and now it seemed that the color of the aura around him was even darker.

"Fang Hui, why did you come to see my grandson?" the old man asked him.

Fang Hui came back to his senses from his trance. He wanted to cry but couldn't. His mind was in a mess and the place where he was hit began to hurt again.

"Fang Hui?" Seeing that he didn't answer, the old man approached him and patted his shoulder. "Now that things have come to this, you don't have to take it too seriously..."

Fang Hui slapped the old man's hand away in annoyance: "What do you know?!"

After the murder, he was also stunned. He opened his mouth to explain something, but after thinking about it, he just squatted on the ground with his head in his arms.

"I can understand your feelings when you encounter such a change in life." The old man didn't annoy him and said slowly, "I have also experienced this..."

"Have you died too?" Fang Hui showed one eye and glanced at the old man, saying something that deserved a beating.

"No, but I've seen a lot." The old man said, his eyes drifting out the window. After a long time, he looked away. He motioned Fang Hui to stand up, "My name is Ning Guohua, Xiao Lan's grandfather. I dreamed last night that you would come to see him today."

"..." Fang Hui was upset at the moment. He glanced at the kitchen over there and lowered his head, "What's the use, your grandson can't see me."

Ning Guohua opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but still nodded: "Yes, Xiao Lan can't see you."

He looked at the kitchen, then turned back to look at Fang Hui: "Tell me about your business, shouldn't you be reincarnated? Why didn't the ghost pick you up?"

"I picked you up...but they said I don't meet the standards for reincarnation..." Fang Hui said, wondering in his heart how this old man knew all this, could he be some kind of hidden master?

"Not qualified?" Ning Guohua raised his eyebrows and calmly looked at the young man in front of him, no, the young ghost.

There is generally only one possibility for not meeting the standards for reincarnation, that is, they have committed too many sins in their previous lives and lost too much good karma, which is equivalent to owing a "debt".

Therefore, these people will be thrown into hell to be tortured after death, which is to pay off the debt. After the debt is paid off, the underworld will judge whether this person will be reincarnated into the human world or the animal world. Fang

Hui may be the first person who is not allowed to be reincarnated or go to hell, but instead is sent back to the world of the living.

Ning Guohua stroked his chin, as if thinking about something. Seeing that he didn't say anything, Fang Hui turned around and wanted to leave.

"Where are you going?" Ning Guohua asked him.

"If you can't help me, why should I stay here?" Fang Hui was upset and secretly complained about the light in the underworld.

"Don't worry, since they asked you to come, they must have their intentions." Ning Guohua said slowly.

"They?" Before Fang Hui asked who they were, he heard the doorbell.

"Xiao Lan, go open the door."

"Oh." Ning Helan in the kitchen responded. He was wearing an apron and his long hair was simply tied into a bun behind his head. He wiped his hands and went to open the door.

An aunt in her fifties was standing at the door. When she saw Ning Helan, she asked anxiously, "Excuse me, is Master Ning here?"

"Grandpa, someone is looking for you." Ning Helan stepped aside to let the aunt in, and then went to wash the dishes.

When the aunt saw Ning Guohua, she felt like she had seen a savior. She stepped forward and grabbed the old man's hand: "Master, Master Ning, help me, Master, my house is haunted!"

"Don't worry, sit down and talk slowly." Ning Guohua asked the aunt to sit on the sofa and poured her a glass of water.

Maybe because she was in a hurry, a thin layer of sweat appeared on the aunt's face, and her face was red. She took a few sips of water before she calmed down.

"Master, this is it."

Aunt Zhang's last name is Zhang. Her husband passed away early, and her children work in other places. She lives with her one-year-old grandson.

Recently, every night at 11 o'clock, she can hear someone knocking on the balcony door.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

The knocking sound is not loud, but very regular. Aunt Zhang went to check, but there was nothing.

At first, she thought it was a bird outside hitting the glass, and then she thought it was because of the strong wind outside.

However, the balcony door is made of wood, and it has been a few years now, so it is normal to make some strange noises.

"But that day..." Aunt Zhang clenched the water cup in her hand and recalled the strangeness of that night.

After giving her grandson a bath and putting him to bed, she heard the knock on the door again.

Aunt Zhang didn't pay attention to it, but she saw her grandson staring at the balcony door with his round eyes.