Chapter 44 Chapter 44 Dead Wife (I)

"Under normal circumstances, centipedes won't drill into people's ears...hiss..." Ning Helan took a bite of pork ribs and was burned, and kept sucking in cool air.

"Many of the so-called demons and monsters echo the desires in people's hearts." Ning Guohua said slowly, "Just like Liu Yu, she has always had a desire for exclusivity in her heart. This centipede spirit sensed her heart and therefore drilled into her brain. The evil thoughts in her heart became stronger and stronger. Later, she would become less and less like herself. The centipede spirit would gradually control her brain and thoughts..."

Fang Hui folded his hands: "Does it mean that the centipede spirit controls her behavior? It's scary to think about it..."

"I have seen this." Ning Helan said.

"Hmm? Where have you seen it?" Ning Guohua was a little curious.

"Animal World."

"..."

Ning Helan remembered that he had seen it in Animal World before, in that episode about snails, and he was deeply impressed.

Snails are parasitized by a parasite called Diplodiscus, which invades the snail's digestive system and gradually controls the snail's brain, causing the snail to do some strange actions to attract the attention of birds.

Then when the parasitized snail is eaten by a bird, it will become the new host of the parasite, and it will parasitize other snails from the bird's feces.

"So these strange behaviors of Liu Yu can be explained. The reason is that the brain is infected with parasites." Ning Helan said.

Fang Hui glanced at Ning Guohua. For the atheist Ning Helan, this is really a perfect explanation.

Ning Guohua did not refute. He nodded silently and said, "I was injured when I caught the puppet ghost last time, and I have to leave. The things I have encountered recently can only be done by the two of you. So Xiaolan, whether you believe it or not, you have to find a way to protect yourself in the future."

Ning Helan put down the lunch box in his hand, looked up at Ning Guohua, "Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me..."

Ning Guohua stepped forward and slapped him, "Stinky boy, your grandpa is in good health!"

Ning Helan covered the place where he was hit with some grievance, "Then where are you going?"

"Your grandpa has signed up for a sunset tour group, so it's a good time to go out and have fun." Ning Guohua gritted his teeth and said, with a feeling of being disappointed with his grandpa.

Ning Helan burst out laughing: "Grandpa, I was just joking."

"I'm not joking, I really signed up for a tour group, and I'm going out to have fun the day after tomorrow." Ning Guohua said seriously.

Ning Helan: ...

Fang Hui looked at Ning Guohua: "Grandpa Ning, if you are not here, what should we do if we encounter these things in the future? Ning Helan can't see these things. Fortunately, the rooster was here this time... but it's impossible that it's a centipede monster every time,

right?" "How can we encounter these so many times..." Ning Helan said, "These two times were accidents. Grandpa, think about it, aren't many of them man-made?"

"What about next time?" Fang Hui interrupted,

"Next time... it won't be such a coincidence." Ning Helan's voice became much lower as he spoke.

Ning Guohua shook his head: "I think the next thing will be more difficult."

Ning Helan blinked: "Ah? What's the matter?"

"Did someone come to see you two days ago?" Ning Guohua asked.

"It seems so..." Ning Helan put his fingers on his chin as if thinking, "I don't remember."

"It was the man who came to my house early in the morning to disturb my sleep." Fang Hui reminded him.

Ning Helan remembered: "Oh, I thought that was a dream I had."

He looked at Ning Guohua: "Grandpa, how did you know?"

"When I returned home, there was a faint yin energy on the sofa at home, and I thought someone must have come to the house." Ning Guohua said, "Who was it?"

"I don't know. He heard that you were not at home, so he said he would come back in a few days."

Ning Guohua nodded and said no more.

Although Ning Helan's wound looked serious before, it recovered quickly after the miasma was removed. After two days, the wound had begun to scab.

Although Fang Hui was anxious, although his wrist had accumulated 20 points of Yin De, it was still a long way from 1,000 points of Yin De.

But he was very curious, why was he so generous this time, giving ten points at once.

Ning Guohua laughed and said, "It has to do with your own state of mind. If your state of mind is good, you will naturally save more points."

When asked again, Ning Guohua did not explain, and Fang Hui could only figure it out slowly: "State of mind?"

But with his current understanding of these things, Fang Hui felt that his brain was not enough and he could not figure it out.

On the third day, Ning Guohua threw a yellowed book to Fang Hui.

Fang Hui picked it up and read it: "Record of Demons and Ghosts?" He

opened the book and found some lifelike ink illustrations of many demons and ghosts. There were introductions below, and...

"And how to destroy them?" Fang Hui exclaimed, "Is this a game guide?"

"Take a closer look, you should need it in the future." Ning Guohua said, dragging a suitcase out of the room.

Ning Helan was lying on the sofa with a copy of "Dialectical Materialism" in his hand, flipping through it casually. He saw Ning Guohua wearing a small hat, wearing loose clothes, with a name tag on his chest, and a few words "Sunset Red" travel group written on his orange vest.

"...Are you really going out to play?" Ning Helan had always thought that Ning Guohua was just talking.

"Yeah, since I can't use my magic power recently anyway, it's a good time to go out and recuperate." Ning Guohua said as he walked to the front door. Worried, he reminded them again, "Don't fight or quarrel at home. If you have any questions, you can call me." The two people

on the sofa looked at each other. Their current relationship was just a little better than strangers. They probably had nothing to say and couldn't quarrel.

Ning Guohua opened the door and saw a thin man standing outside.

The man had very heavy dark circles under his eyes, and it was obvious that he hadn't rested well for many days.

There was also a faint black aura surrounding him.

After seeing Ning Guohua, the man pulled his chapped lips and said, "Excuse me, is Master Ning Guohua at home?"

The scene changed, and the man had already sat down on the sofa in the room.

Ning Helan and Fang Hui were both sitting on the sofa next to him. Fang Hui was holding the Demon and Ghost Record, glancing at the newcomer from time to time, while Ning Helan was sitting cross-legged and playing games by herself.

"Hello, Master Ning, my name is Ding Jie, and I came to see you today because..." Ding Jie licked his lips, looked at Ning Helan and Fang Hui sitting next to him, and seemed a little worried.

"Oh, it's okay, they are my grandsons, just tell me what you have to say." Ning Guohua said.

Ding Jie sighed twice, brushed his hair, and then said, "It's like this, my wife passed away last month."

"My condolences."

"But... she still goes home every day."

Hearing this, Ning Helan stopped flipping through the book, and Fang Hui also looked at Ding Jie with a pair of eyes from behind the book.

Ning Guohua's expression became serious: "Mr. Ding, you said that your deceased wife goes home every day? Can you tell me in detail?"

"Okay, it's like this..."

Ding Jie rubbed his hands and recalled what happened before.

He met his wife through a blind date. This year is the fifth year of marriage. The two have a good relationship, but his wife has always had depression.

Usually, she takes medicine and sees the doctor on time, but she rarely has an attack.

"After her condition stabilizes, we plan to have a baby..." Ding Jie said this with a painful and distorted expression, "But, but last month, she committed suicide by jumping off a building..." At

the end, Ding Jie couldn't help sobbing softly.

The other three were silent, waiting quietly for him to calm down.

Ding Jie took out a pack of tissues from his bag, which turned out to be in the packaging of cute pink bunnies.

"Quite a special preference." Fang Hui muttered softly.

Ding Jie wiped his nose and continued, "Starting from the seventh day, my wife came home every day like before."

Seven o'clock every day is the time when Ding Jie's wife gets home from work.

At seven o'clock, the sound of keys will be heard outside the door, and the door will be opened.

"My wife would come like usual... She would talk to me, cook for me, and even clean... At night, we even slept in the same bed..." As Ding Jie spoke more, his expression changed from pain to panic, "But I saw her buried with my own eyes..."

Ning Helan held his chin with one hand, his eyes calm. No one knew what he was thinking.

Fang Hui raised a playful smile: "Sleeping in the same bed with a ghost, Mr. Ding, you are really brave."

"No...no...you don't know..." Ding Jie grabbed his hair painfully, "No matter where I go, she will appear by my side...so I really have nowhere to hide..."

Ning Guohua sat next to him without saying a word, then looked at the two people next to him: "What do you think?"

"Psychological effect."

"Seeing ghosts in broad daylight"

the two spoke at the same time, and then looked at each other after they finished speaking, and they felt that the other was wrong.

"Master Ning, please save me. Why is my wife here? Shouldn't she go to the underworld or the netherworld? She shouldn't be here."

"Why does Mr. Ding think she shouldn't be here?"

Ding Jie was speechless for a moment, but soon he said, "I just hope she can go peacefully and be reincarnated into a good family. She is a ghost now and can't stay in the world." Fang Hui

chuckled dryly, "Mr. Ding is very clear-headed."

Ding Jie didn't expect Fang Hui to say that. He opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain.

Ning Guohua glanced at the clock on the wall and stood up: "Okay, Mr. Ding, I got it. I'll let my grandson handle this problem. I have something very urgent to do now."

"Master Ning?" Ding Jie also stood up.

He looked at Ning Guohua suspiciously as he took out his ID card and put it in his jacket pocket. Then he changed his shoes and turned back to shout to Ning Helan over there: "Xiao Lan, I have a talisman in my bag. Remember to bring it with you when you go out. At least it's useful. I can't catch the car, so I'm leaving first!"

"Bang!"

With the sound of the door closing, Ding Jie's mouth, which had just opened, didn't close for a long time. He was a little confused: "Excuse me, what is Master Ning going to do?"

"Catch the car." Ning Helan said.

"Hurry up?" Ding Jie was very confused, but nodded as if he thought of something, "Is there something more important that Master Ning needs to deal with?"

Fang Hui couldn't help but say, "Yes, it is indeed a very important matter."

Ding Jie originally wanted to sit down, but he couldn't. He looked at the "Principles of Dialectical Materialism" in Ning Helan's hand and the "Record of Demons and Ghosts" in Fang Hui's hand. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Two young men, my business is also very urgent. Can I ask you to go to my house?"

"Of course I can, but..." Ning Helan glanced at the wall clock, "Today is the weekend, does your wife also go home at seven o'clock?"

"Yes, I go home at seven o'clock every day..." It

's only ten o'clock in the morning, and there is still some time before seven o'clock in the evening.

"Okay." Ning Helan stood up, "Mr. Ding, leave your phone number and address, we will go check it out in the evening."

Ding Jie looked at him nervously, "You must come..."

After seeing Ding Jie off, Ning Helan closed the door and yawned.

Fang Hui glanced at him: "Little Taoist priest, is your injury okay?"

Ning Helan touched his arm that was still bandaged: "It's a small matter, and there won't be a centipede this time."

"That's hard to say." Fang Hui picked up the book, "You used to be blind, but you could still fight. Now you can't fight at all, your fighting power is nothing."

He glanced at the chicken on the balcony: "Otherwise, you can take the chicken with you, and its fighting power is at least 0.5."

The chicken stayed in the shade of the balcony and took a nap, and didn't pay attention to them.

Ning Helan looked at it a few times: "Forget it, the two of us can go."

In fact, although Fang Hui thought the chicken was ugly, at least it could attack the ghosts with it.

If it's not here, if you run into something... Ning Helan can't be defeated, then you have no choice but to run away.

If you run away, you will lose face, but you won't be able to collect the most important virtue, which is very bad.

Not only Fang Hui was unsure, Ding Jie was also unsure. He had come to see Master Ning, but Master Ning left, leaving these two young people... They looked like college students?

And the one with a pigtail was actually reading Materialistic Dialectics? Shouldn't Taoists read "The True Words of Taoism", "Hundred Formations for Catching Monsters", "Ten Methods for Catching Ghosts"?

Ding Jie stood downstairs for a long time before he sighed and left.

At around six o'clock in the evening, Ning Helan and Fang Hui came to Ding Jie's house.

Ding Jie let the two into the house, and it seemed that he was in worse spirits than in the morning.

And in a weather of nearly 30 degrees, Ding Jie was actually wearing a thin sweater at home.

Fang Hui observed Ding Jie closely and found that he was very strange.

He was very thin, looked very frail, and his aura was very weak.

However, Fang Hui had not yet realized that what he saw was Ding Jie's soul and life.

The two put on their shoes and went into the house, looking around.

The house was not big, but it was very clean. The table and floor were wiped spotless, and there were cut fruits on the dining table in the living room.

The sunset light outside shone in through the gauze window. It should have been a warm little home, but the whole house revealed a weird feeling.

Fang Hui rubbed his arms: "Mr. Ding, the air conditioning in your room is turned on very high, it's a bit cool."

Ding Jie said a little unnaturally: "I don't have air conditioning at home... It's cold... It's indeed a bit cold."

Ning Helan noticed a few bottles of medicine on the table, and took out his mobile phone to take a picture when no one was paying attention.

"Mr. Ding, when will your wife be home?" "

In... half an hour..."

Ning Helan looked around: "Do you mind if we look around?"

"Please... please look..."

Ning Helan saw the dishes in the kitchen, and the pairs of toiletries in the bathroom.

When he walked into the bedroom, he saw that the wall above the head of the bed was lighter in color than the surrounding area, obviously something was hung there before.

"Usually, wedding photos are hung in this position." Fang Hui said, leaning against the door.

Ning Helan didn't understand: "Why did you take it down?"

"He got tired of it, or he found a new love." Fang Hui said casually, "But why is his room so cold? Just like Zhou Yong's house, I always feel like there's something weird there."

"Did you see anything strange?"

Fang Hui heard Ning Helan ask this, Fang Hui scanned the surroundings: "No, although I feel like there's something, I didn't see anything special."

"I also feel something is wrong..." Ning Helan raised her hands, her fingers lightly resting on her chin.

Ding Jie stood behind the two of them, rubbing his hands, watching the two of them mumbling, and suddenly remembered something, quickly squeezed the two people at the door, rushed into the bedroom and stuffed something on the bedside into the bedside cabinet.

Then he turned around and looked at the two of them: "I... I'll go get you a glass of water."

"What did he hide just now?" Fang Hui asked, looking at Ding Jie's back.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be women's underwear." Ning Helan said.

"What? Your eyesight is so good at this moment?" Fang Hui said in surprise.

Ning Helan sighed lightly: "I'm just night blind, not blind."

Ding Jie poured a glass of water for each of them from the water dispenser. When he turned around, he saw that the two of them were already sitting on the sofa. Fang Hui was even crossing his legs, really not treating himself as an outsider.

"Excuse me, did you see anything?" Ding Jie looked a little nervous for some reason, sitting with his legs crossed and his hands clenched.

Ning Helan paused for a moment before saying, "Not yet."

Hearing Ning Helan say this, Ding Jie's expression was a little complicated.

"From your look, do you want us to find something, or do you not want us to find something?" Fang Hui said.

Unexpectedly, when Fang Hui said this, Ding Jie was obviously startled, and his fingers were about to dig into the flesh: "No... I'm not..."

Ning Helan rested her hands on her knees and leaned forward: "Mr. Ding, you said that your wife comes back at the same time every day, so can other people see her?"

Ding Jie shook his head: "I don't know... I dare not tell others."

"Then how can you be sure that what you see is your wife's ghost, or your own hallucination?" Ning Helan asked.

"I..." Ding Jie pursed his lips, "because she can touch everything in the house, and she cooks for me..."

While he was talking, the sound of a door opening was heard. As the door slowly opened, Ding Jie's body tensed up. He stood up from the sofa all of a sudden, his face pale: "...coming..."

Ning Helan and Fang Hui both turned their heads to look at the door, only to see a woman with long flowing hair walking in. She naturally bent down to change her shoes and said, "Honey, I'm back."

"When his wife turns around later, she won't look like Zhou Yong, with a giant look on her face, right?" Fang Hui whispered.

Ning Helan said seriously: "...Then we should call the police."

Fang Hui was speechless: "What's the point of calling the police when it's like that?"

Ning Helan glanced at him, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly, obviously thinking about this problem seriously: "But it's already a giant, it's too late to call an ambulance, right?

"Ning Helan, is this the point I'm talking about? !"

"Then what is the point?"

"..."

To the surprise of both of them, Ding Jie's wife turned around and looked normal, with a rosy face and bright eyes. Except for her thin body, she was no different from an ordinary person.

"She looks more like a living person than you do." Ning Helan said to Fang Hui, "Your face is pale."

"...I'm pale because the note you gave me is white, okay? "Fang Hui was dissatisfied, "Next time you find me a red paper."

"They are... my friends, they opened a decoration company, I asked them to come and have a look..." Ding Jie made an excuse.

Ding Jie's wife looked at the two of them with some doubts, and then smiled faintly: "Oh, it turns out that they are my husband's friends, please sit down."

"Hello, I am Ding Jie's wife Chen Wei." Chen Wei smiled at the two of them, "May I know your name?"

"Ning Helan."

"Fang Hui."

After they finished speaking, there was a moment of silence. It felt really strange to introduce themselves to a "ghost".

"Then I will just call you by your name," she then walked to Ding Jie's side: "Honey, why didn't you tell me that you wanted to renovate the house? Where are you going to renovate?"

Ding Jie was tense and didn't dare to look at her. He stiffened his neck and replied: "Bedroom... bedroom."

Chen Wei laughed: "Honey, do you remember that I said last time that I wanted to paint the bedroom sky blue? So you found a decorator?"

Ding Jie nodded stiffly.

Chen Wei happily kissed Ding Jie on the face: "Hubby, you are so nice."

Then she looked at the two of them: "I'll go cook first, husband, you sit with your friends."

Chen Wei hummed a little tune and went into the kitchen to start cooking. Fang Hui's eyes moved to Ding Jie, and saw that big beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead. The hair on his forehead and temples were soaked, and he looked like he was drowning.

After a while, Chen Wei brought out a few dishes of home-cooked dishes and cooked a pot of soup. She warmly invited Ning Helan and Fang Hui to eat.

When they walked to the dining table, they saw that the dishes were all left there for who knows how long, and some of them were even rotten.

The soup was bubbling, just like the swill bucket outside the hotel.

The only normal thing was the white rice that had just come out of the pot, hot.

Ning Helan and Fang Hui sat down at the table, holding the chopsticks for a long time without putting them down.

At the table, Ding Jie had a stiff expression, chewing the white rice from beginning to end.

Chen Wei was very talkative, and there was nothing unusual about her, and she didn't notice anything wrong with the others.

Fang Hui looked at the two of them. Compared with Ding Jie, Chen Wei was very broad, but it was not her body shape that gave Fang Hui this feeling.

Ding Jie next to her was thin and small, and at this moment, his aura seemed weaker and he looked thinner.

"...We were originally planning to have children, but unfortunately I couldn't get pregnant..." Chen Wei's eyes dimmed when she said this.

Ning Helan put down his chopsticks and said, "My family is a family of traditional Chinese medicine, and I can also take your pulse. Why don't I help you take a look?" Fang

Hui glanced at Ning Helan when he heard this.

Chen Wei smiled and nodded: "Well, then please help me take a look."

She put her wrist on the table, and Ning Helan took her pulse in a serious manner.

As soon as he touched her skin, Ning Helan felt a chill, as if he had touched frozen meat.

Seeing his expression change slightly, Chen Wei frowned: "What's wrong? Is it serious?"

Ning Helan's thick eyelashes drooped, and his eyes stared at the empty spot on the table. It took a long time before he withdrew his hand.

He didn't say anything, and the people around him stared at him.

"The more you force, the less you will get. Miss Chen, just let nature take its course and you will naturally get what you want." Ning Helan said.

"What does this mean..." Chen Wei seemed to be trying to understand what Ning Helan meant, "We will have a baby soon?"

Ning Helan smiled slightly, looking mysterious.

Chen Wei's eyes suddenly lit up, and she excitedly pulled Ding Jie's hand: "Husband, did you hear that? We will have a baby soon!"

The people around her did not respond. She turned her head to look at Ding Jie, but saw that Ding Jie's face was ashen, his pupils shrank, and his lips trembled unconsciously.

Chen Wei was even more puzzled: "Husband?"

"Ugh..." Ding Jie covered his mouth, bent over and rushed into the bathroom.

"..." Chen Wei looked at the two of them a little embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, my husband has not been in good health recently."

Ning Helan curled his lips to show his understanding. He sat on the chair and leaned back. From this position, he could see their bedroom.

"Excuse me, Miss Chen, on the wall of your bedroom, in that place, did you have a photo hanging in the past?" Ning Helan glanced at the wall of a different color.

"Huh?" Chen Wei followed his line of sight and looked puzzled after seeing the wall.

"Everyone said that it must be a wedding photo..." Fang Hui didn't understand why Ning Helan had to ask about such an obvious thing, and what he didn't understand was that Chen Wei frowned and was really thinking about what was hanging there.

Ding Jie came out of the bathroom with his mouth covered. His face looked as if he had just died.

"Honey, are you okay?" Chen Wei rushed to meet him. Ding Jie waved his hands and dodged Chen Wei's arms. The

meal was tasteless. After Ding Jie stuffed the white rice in the bowl into his mouth, he stood up and said that he wanted to send Ning Helan and Fang Hui away first.

Although Chen Wei was a little confused, she didn't say anything.

After the meal, Chen Wei tied an apron and went to wash the dishes. Ding Jie stood in front of the window, with a look of despair on his face: "It's been almost a month, and it's like this every day... I really don't want to live anymore..."

Fang Hui glanced at him and didn't answer.

Ning Helan saw that he really took out a fruit knife. With quick eyes and hands, he held Ding Jie's arm with one hand and quickly snatched the knife from his hand with the other hand.

"..." In the blink of an eye, the knife in Ding Jie's hand disappeared. He looked at Ning Helan in surprise.

Ning Helan's eyes were calm: "Mr. Ding, don't give up so early."

Ding Jie glanced at the knife in Ning Helan's hand and slid down to sit down against the wall weakly.

Ding Jie walked out of the community with Ning Helan and Fang Hui with an ugly face, turned around and looked at the two of them with a crying expression: "When will Master Ning come back? I really can't stand it if it goes on like this..."

"My grandpa won't be back for a while." Ning Helan said.

"But you see, she doesn't know she is dead, it's like this every day..." Ding Jie sighed, "I live with a dead person every day, I will soon become a dead person..."

"But I think you look more like a dead person than her." Fang Hui said, and then added, "I said it looks like it."

At this moment, Ding Jie's mobile phone in his trouser pocket rang, he took it out, took a look, and hung up immediately.

"Mr. Ding, don't you want to answer?" Ning Helan noticed the micro-expression on his face.

Ding Jie's eyelids twitched: "It's nothing... It's not an important call."

"Then why don't you move out?" Fang Hui said, "If you move out, will she still follow you?"

Ding Jie closed his eyes and shook his head: "No matter where I go, she will come..."

Fang Hui folded his hands: "Then just don't open the door for her."

"No, no matter whether I live in a hotel or somewhere else outside, she can come in, and once she comes in, she treats it like her own home..." Ding Jie said.

Ning Helan held up her chin with one hand: "How long will your wife stay at home, just like she did just now?"

"Until...until twelve o'clock in the evening...and then she disappears..."

Ning Helan and Fang Hui were walking on the way back, and Fang Hui suddenly thought of a question: "Hey, if Chen Wei is a ghost, then how can you see her?"

Ning Helan obviously didn't notice this problem: "Hey, yes...how can I see her?"

The two looked at each other, and Fang Hui had a flash of inspiration: "Could it be that Chen Wei is not a ghost, but some kind of combination of consciousness, so you can see her?"

"...Put it simply." Ning Helan narrowed her eyes slightly.

Fang Hui stared into Ning Helan's eyes: "Ning Helan, you just can't see things like 'ghosts'? Can you see 'monsters'?"

Ning Helan's eyes moved slightly: "Which one is a ghost? Which one is a monster? How to tell them apart?"

"Good question, I don't know either." Fang Hui smacked his lips, "Could it be that Chen Wei is not dead? It was actually Ding Jie who died? That's not right, Ding Jie, you can see it too..."

"It's also possible... neither of them is dead..." Ning Helan muttered to herself.

"Huh? What did you say?"

"Nothing..."

On the way home, Ning Helan walked to the drugstore next door, pulled up the photos on her mobile phone and asked the clerk: "Excuse me, what are these bottles of medicine?"

The clerk took a glance and immediately recognized them: "Oh, fluoxetine hydrochloride... These are all medicines for treating depression."

"Depression..." Ning Helan stared at the screen of her mobile phone thoughtfully.

"Ding Jie said his wife has depression, but I think Chen Wei is very normal, she talks so much." Fang Hui said, "Is Ding Jie lying to us?"

"That's not the case." The pharmacy clerk interrupted, "Many patients with depression cannot be seen from their appearance. They can look very talkative, sunny and cheerful, everything is normal, but once an attack occurs, they are in so much pain that they want to die..."

Ning Helan smiled after listening: "We know, thank you."

Fang Hui hummed a little song, he stole a glance to see Ning Helan was thinking about something, and couldn't help asking: "Hey, little Taoist priest, what are you going to do?"

"...I don't know yet." For Ning Helan, he hasn't figured out the fact that he can see and touch a "ghost". "When I touched Chen Wei just now, her body temperature was very low, like an ice cube, and she had no pulse... What disease do you think in this world can make a person like this?"

Fang Hui tilted his head and thought for a while: "Cryonics?"

Ning Helan shook his head: "Cryonics is muscle hardening and weakness, which is different from having no body temperature..."

Fang Hui thought for a while: "Then is it some kind of necrosis?"

"No." Ning Helan shook his head again.

Then Fang Hui curled his lips: "Then what do you think it is? It's already like that, it certainly can't be treated with conventional medical symptoms, right?"

Ning Helan lifted his chin with his fingers: "Grandpa gave you the Demon and Ghost Records, didn't he? Is there a similar description in it?"

Fang Hui clapped his hands: "Oh, I just saw one... Wait for me to flip through it..."

As he said this, he took out the Demon and Ghost Records from his pocket: "I remember it was... Oh, here...'Nian Yao', born in people's thoughts, carrying the endless thoughts of their loved ones, will constantly repeat what they did in their lifetime... Generally speaking, it is harmless to people..."

As he said this, he raised his head suddenly: "Huh? Harmless to people? Why is Ding Jie so scared?"

“No matter how harmless it is, if a deceased person lives with you every day and makes leftovers and rotten rice for you to eat, a normal person would not be able to stand it.” Ning Helan said, turning his neck.

"I think there must be something strange about this. Chen Wei didn't intend to harm him and was so kind to him. If it were me, I would at most invite a monk to come home to chant a few sutras and pray for him to be reborn."

Ning Helan sighed, "Grandpa once said that people don't want to leave after death because they have unfulfilled wishes in the world."

Fang Hui rolled his eyes, "What wishes? Are you talking about having children? Oh, that's embarrassing. I feel dizzy just thinking about it..."

"..." Ning Helan glanced at him, "Definitely not. Do you remember the women's underwear that Ding Jie hid in his bedroom just now? What does that mean considering the decadent life of you rich young men?"

"Do I need to think about it? Those must be the clothes of other women, such as mistresses..."

Ning Helan curled her lips slightly: "Maybe that's the case."

Fang Hui suddenly realized: "You mean Ding Jie cheated? No wonder he did those things, took the marriage certificate off the wall, and put other women's underwear at home..."

Just as he was muttering on the spot, Ning Helan had already walked away. Fang Hui suddenly came to his senses: "No! Ning Helan! Whose life are you saying is decadent? I'm very clean, okay!" Fang

Hui followed him out of the elevator, ready to talk to Ning Helan about the issue of his clean private life. When he went out, he saw Ning Helan squatting at the door of the neighbor's house next to him.

The little girl named Xiaoyu that Fang Hui had met before was talking to Ning Helan and was laughing because of him.

"Hey Ning Helan..." Fang Hui walked up to her and was about to continue the previous topic. When Xiaoyu saw him, she immediately stopped laughing and hid behind the door timidly.

"Xiaoyu, dear, this brother should not be a bad person... don't be afraid."

Fang Hui raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean by should?"

Xiaoyu looked at Ning Helan, then at Fang Hui, and said softly: "Brother Ning, I've seen the brother behind you before, but, but I remember that he didn't look like this then?"

Ning Helan turned around and looked at Fang Hui: "This brother had plastic surgery."

Fang Hui:...

"Plastic surgery?" Xiaoyu looked at Fang Hui with his big round eyes, not quite understanding. Ning Helan stood up and touched his head, "Xiaoyu, dear, the brothers are going back now. You stay at home and don't open the door to strangers. Remember?"

Xiaoyu nodded.

When Ning Helan opened the door, Fang Hui suddenly remembered: "She said she had seen me before, but I was not like this. But I remember that the last time I saw her, I was still a ghost. Now I am in the container and my appearance is different from my original appearance. How did she recognize me?"

Ning Helan opened the door and bent down to change her shoes: "Maybe her eyesight is better?"

Fang Hui chased after her and asked: "Do you think I believe it?"

"That means she has a strong ability to distinguish."

"Do you think I believe it?"

"Or she thinks your name is written on your head. No matter whether you look like a human or a pig, she thinks this name is you."

"Do you think I believe it?"

"..."

"..."

"Are you a repeater?"

"Do you think I believe it?"

Ning Helan and Fang Hui looked at each other and sighed helplessly, "What do you want me to say?"

"Explain it. I really want to know how she recognized me."

"Okay," Ning Helan went to get a glass of water, "I heard from grandpa that some children before the age of ten do not look at people by their appearance, but by the soul in us, that is, through our body, they can see the illusory soul behind us. No matter how our body changes, the soul will not change. So Xiaoyu can recognize you because she has this ability." Fang

Hui folded his hands: "OK, I reluctantly accept this explanation."

Then he looked at Ning Helan with a scrutinizing look: "Do you believe what your grandpa said?"

Ning Helan frowned slightly and took two sips of water: "It's not a matter of belief or disbelief. There are many things in this world that cannot be explained by science..."

Fang Hui seemed to immediately catch the loophole in his words: "Hey, you said before that everything can have a scientific explanation?"

"..." Ning Helan held a mouthful of water in her mouth, then glanced at Fang Hui calmly without answering him.

Fang Hui also knew that it would be fruitless for him to continue to dwell on this issue with him, and he thought of Ding Jie's soul: "By the way, little Taoist priest, there is something. I don't know if I saw it wrong, but Ding Jie looks very thin."

"He is indeed very thin."

"I know he is thin, not skinny, but very thin. From the side he looks like... like a piece of paper..." Fang Hui said while gesturing.

Ning Helan blinked, and Fang Hui looked at him: "Don't understand? It's just... hey, how should I explain it, it's just that when I saw him, it might be his soul, very thin... very transparent... Chen Wei is very thick, not that she is fat..."

Before Ning Helan could say anything, Fang Hui lost his patience and didn't want to explain: "Forget it, you can't see it anyway, I won't say anything..."

Then he shook the "Record of Demons and Ghosts" in his hand: "This one is quite interesting, I'll continue to flip through it when I go back."

"Click." Brother Ji walked over from the balcony, as if he had just woken up, paced to Ning Helan's feet, and pecked his feet with his chicken beak.

Ning Helan walked over to its food box and said, "No food? Let me add some for you."

After eight o'clock, the weather gradually became cooler, and the heat of the day faded away. There was a breeze at night, which was very suitable for lying down in an open space for a while and taking a rest.

There was a rattan wood lounge chair on the balcony. It was ordinary in shape. The only bright spot was that there was a beautiful emerald on its armrest. Ning Guohua didn't know which fellow villager's home it was from.

When this lounge chair was first moved in, it was emerald green. After four or five years, the color became darker.

Ning Helan initially complained about why Ning Guohua didn't buy a nice chair. Ning Guohua said he didn't understand. This chair was made of a green vine monster that failed in cultivation. Lying on it is very cool in the summer, but it is incomparable to the chairs in home furnishing stores now.

Ning Helan felt that his grandfather was deceived. What monster that failed in cultivation was just the so-called fellow villager who fooled people.

Besides, isn't this the same as making a chair with the corpse of a monster? How can it be comfortable to sit on it?

As he thought about it, he lay down on it, and a cool feeling came from his back, and the heat in his body was immediately relieved a lot.

"It's really comfortable." Ning Helan closed her eyes slightly, enjoying the summer night breeze on the recliner.

After eating, the chicken also jumped up, lay down at Ning Helan's feet, and then began to comb its feathers.

One person and one chicken enjoyed the coolness at night comfortably. The chicken saw Ning Helan's hand on the armrest, and leaned over to peck it lightly.

"Don't make trouble." Ning Helan raised her finger.

But the chicken stretched out its mouth to touch it again, and Ning Helan raised her eyelids and turned the chicken's head away.

It seemed that Brother Ji was very interested in his hand, pecking Ning Helan and making her open her eyes: "What's wrong? Is this the first day you see me with hands?"

"Haha." Brother Ji stared at his fingers with his wise eyes. Ning Helan also took back his hand and looked at it carefully. Finally, he found a thread in the crack of the ring finger.

"What is this..."