Chapter 48 Chapter 48 Deceased Wife (V)

Zheng Jun frowned and looked at Huang Jianghe: "Jianghe, what happened today? You can't even pull the stretcher?"

"No, Master, this stretcher is so heavy..." Huang Jianghe looked at the corpse covered with white cloth on the stretcher in confusion. The corpse didn't look fat.

"How heavy can it be?" Zheng Jun put his hands behind his back. He felt that Huang Jianghe was just making excuses.

The driver lit a cigarette and said, "Old Zheng, don't tell me, there's something fucking wrong with this corpse today."

Zheng Jun frowned even more tightly: "Old Yu, how many years have you been driving, and you still say these nonsense."

The driver, Old Yu, said in fear: "Why would I scare you? I didn't turn on the air conditioner in the car today. It was so cold that I grabbed my coat and put it on. And just now, when I hummed a song, someone talked. When I hummed a song, someone talked. Hey, I thought, is it singing with me?"

Zheng Jun: ...

Huang Jianghe: ...

"I mean, the corpse seemed to be able to talk." Seeing that the two were speechless, the driver, Old Yu, seriously pointed to the carriage over there.

Huang Jianghe had one hand on the stretcher, but he quickly took it back after hearing this.

Zheng Jun rolled his eyes at him unhappily: "Old Yu, when have you not heard what others say? Don't you have tinnitus?"

Old Yu was startled, then burst into laughter: "Yes, I forgot about that."

Zheng Jun shouted to Huang Jianghe who was in a daze: "Jianghe, push the car over! It's time to get to work!"

Old Yu also returned to the car with a cigarette in his mouth. As soon as he got in the car, he felt that the whole driving room was stuffy: "It was as cold as an ice cellar just now, and it became as hot as a bird in just a few minutes." He

turned on the air conditioner while cursing, and muttered that he would apply to the higher-ups for a new car.

Huang Jianghe pushed the cart and followed Zheng Jun to the cleaning room.

The cleaning room was paved with clean white tiles and there were several stone beds inside, each with a movable shower head above it.

Soothing music was playing nearby and the lights were turned on softly, which reduced the creepy feeling a lot and also helped to reduce the psychological pressure of the staff.

Zheng Jun answered a phone call and left first, leaving Huang Jianghe to learn to deal with it himself.

"Master, am I doing this alone?"

Zheng Jun hurried out after answering the phone and ignored him.

The cleaning room was already rather gloomy, and now that Zheng Jun was gone, Huang Jianghe was left with the body covered in white cloth. Huang Jianghe felt a little goosebumps.

He took a deep breath and thought, "I'll wash it myself." Then he put on his gear and started to work.

He took off the clothes of the corpse, then took out a mild and harmless shower gel and washed it carefully.

This dead person is not like a living person who can raise his hands and turn around. Before, two people washed him, but now Huang Jianghe has to rely on his own strength. After washing for a while, Huang Jianghe was sweating all over.

"Why does this person look so thin and so heavy..." Huang Jianghe muttered.

Suddenly, he heard a vague human voice and stopped what he was doing.

The corpse lay there quietly.

"Isn't this nonsense!" Huang Jianghe complained to himself and went to get a towel to wipe the body.

At this time, the music played a piano piece, and Huang Jianghe hummed along. After humming a few sentences, he heard someone talking again.

"Who?" Huang Jianghe turned his head and looked at the door. "Master, are you back?"

The corridor was empty, with only the occasional draft responding to him.

"Did I hear it wrongly..." Huang Jianghe comforted himself.

"You didn't hear it wrongly..." The voice was particularly close, almost right next to Huang Jianghe's ear. He turned his head and saw a gray face.

The body actually sat up by itself!

"Ah!" Huang Jianghe was startled, and his buttocks came into close contact with the ground.

Zheng Jun just came back from answering the phone and saw Huang Jianghe running out of the cleaning room, his face full of horror. When he saw him, he rushed up and grabbed his hand: "Master! Master! It's alive...it's alive...the face, the face..."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Zheng Jun entered the room and saw the body lying there.

He walked closer and took a look. He washed it very clean, even behind the ears and between the nails. However, his body was wet and looked like it had not been wiped yet: "Jianghe, why don't you wipe him clean?"

Huang Jianghe stood at the door, shaking his head like a wave drum.

"Come here."

Huang Jianghe continued to shake his head.

"Come here!"

Huang Jianghe took a step forward hesitantly, and then took it back as if his foot was burned.

"You don't listen to the master's words?" Zheng Jun frowned, "What's wrong with you today?"

"Master, he really moved just now..." Huang Jianghe trembled.

"Move your ass! Don't you want to do anything? If you don't want to do anything, get out and stay!" Zheng Jun didn't listen to his nonsense.

Huang Jianghe felt very aggrieved, bit his lip, turned around and ran out.

Then there was the scene where he was mistaken for a thief by Fang Hui in the parking lot.

After listening to this, Ning Helan thought for a while and said, "There will be delays in nerves after a person dies, and the knee-jerk reflex phenomenon is also possible."

Zheng Jun did not comment on his statement: "Do you believe it?"

Ning Helan's eyes were calm: "Yes."

Zheng Jun did not expect him to say that, and raised his eyebrows: "Do you believe it? What your grandfather did can't be explained by the 'knee-jerk reflex', right?"

Ning Helan chuckled softly: "Then there must be other explanations if we analyze the specific problem specifically."

"Ha," Zheng Jun's originally tense face showed a smile, and he chuckled twice, "Interesting, he is indeed the grandson of old man Ning."

Ning Helan struck while the iron was hot and asked Zheng Jun if he had any opinion on Ding Jie's body.

"I didn't tell Jiang He the truth before because I was afraid that he would have trouble with his work in the future. But Ding Jie's body is indeed different. I can't tell anything else, but it looks like there are two people in his body." Zheng Jun said with his hands behind his back, "The body is very heavy. Normally, a person of his height and body type would weigh only 120 to 130 pounds, but now he weighs at least 200 pounds."

"Master Zheng, what do you think is the reason?"

"There are many reasons. Do you want to listen to the scientific or metaphysical ones?"

On the other side, Ding Jie's mother and Ding Wen saw Qin Yang and others. Because Qin Yang took off his police uniform, they did not recognize him at first. They were sure that he was the police officer they had seen during the day, so they came to greet him.

"Excuse me, officer, is there any new situation?" Ding Jie's mother looked at Qin Yang, holding her hands nervously in front of her chest.

Qin Yang replied politely: "Oh, nothing, nothing, I just want to come and see Ding Jie and burn some incense for him." Qin Yang said.

Ding Jie's mother nodded doubtfully: "Well, thank you, officer."

Qin Yang and Fang Hui walked to the place where incense was burned, took two incense sticks and lit them, and then gave one to Fang Hui.

Fang Hui glanced at him and didn't answer: "I don't know him. I know him, but we are not friends."

Qin Yang put the incense in his hand: "The dead are the most important. Since you are here, you should respect others."

"..." Fang Hui reluctantly followed and bowed to Ding Jie's portrait with the incense, and then imitated Qin Yang to insert the incense into the ashes.

A crystal coffin was placed in the center of the mourning hall. There was an offering table in front of it, and two cushions were placed below for people to kowtow.

There were paper figurines, paper villas and sports cars next to the table, and on the other side, there was a perpetual lamp.

On the partition under the table was a thick stack of banknotes with Tiandi Bank written on them.

Fang Hui glanced at the denomination. There was a long string of zeros after the lowercase number 1. He wanted to ask the aura in the underworld last time whether the inflation in their underworld was very serious.

There were several mahjong tables on both sides of the mourning hall. The relatives and friends were bored while keeping vigil. Some played mahjong, some played cards, and those who didn't played were just eating melon seeds and chatting.

The two walked to the side of the coffin. The person inside was covered with white cloth below the neck. Fang Hui moved his eyes upwards and saw a grayish-white face like cement.

Although the facial features seemed to be healthy, Fang Hui always felt that something was wrong.

He had seen the corpses of Zhou Yong or Zhou Yong before. Although the corpses were strange, they were not as strange as the one in front of him, Ding Jie.

Now it was as if he was being watched by Ding Jie.

But Ding Jie, who was lying in the crystal coffin, did not close his eyes, and Fang Hui's feeling became stronger and stronger.

After looking a few more times, he even felt that someone was looking at him from behind.

In a daze, Fang Hui actually saw a figure with long hair in the corpse, like a soul under the skin.

When he looked more carefully, he was shocked. He was not mistaken. There was indeed a woman's soul in Ding Jie's body.

Fang Hui took a breath and took a step back. Did this soul run to the wrong corpse?

Qin Yang saw Fang Hui's face turn pale, and reached out to pat his shoulder: "What's wrong?"

"..." Fang Hui raised his hand and pointed inside the coffin, then remembered that Qin Yang couldn't see these things, so he should wait until Ning Helan came, and then shook his head again, "Nothing... nothing, I just feel a little cold in here."

"Cold? OK, let's go out."

The two walked out of the mourning hall, and Ding Jie's mother was chatting with a few nuns next to them. The content was basically that Chen Wei died by herself, and now she caused her son to commit suicide.

A nun next to her asked her to find a Taoist priest or monk with Taoism skills, and said that people who died because of wronged ghosts would always wander in the underworld and could not be reborn.

Fang Hui listened to this illogical talk and thought it was nonsense.

But Ding Jie's mother really took it to heart and looked worried: "What should I do? My son died tragically, and now he is being entangled and not allowed to reincarnate? Wuwuwuwu... It's all because of that woman... Wuwuwuwu..."

Qin Yang and Fang Hui didn't listen any more. They walked a few steps outside and saw Ning Helan coming over.

Fang Hui took two steps at a time and went forward: "Ning Helan, I tell you, there is a woman's soul in Ding Jie's body."

Ning Helan glanced at him: "

Are you dazzled?" "No, it's real. I just saw it."

"You tell me, I can't see it either."

"It's one thing that you can't see it, but there really is someone else's soul in that body. Do you believe me?"

"No."

"I just knew it." Fang Hui sighed: "It would be great if Grandpa Ning was here."

"Even if my grandpa is not here, we can figure this out." Ning Helan said.

"What do you think?"

"Not for now." Fang

Hui almost couldn't catch his breath: "Then what the hell are you talking about!"

Ning Helan looked at him helplessly: "Don't swear."

Qin Yang came up and asked Ning Helan how the conversation with Zheng Jun went. Ning Helan turned his aching neck: "Brother Yang, do you want to listen to the scientific or metaphysical ones?"

Qin Yang snorted: "What's the difference? Let's listen to the scientific ones first."

"The scientific one is that Ding Jie's body is dead, but his nerves are not dead yet, and normal nerve reflexes will occur." Ning Helan said, "In the past, when a black cat jumped over a corpse, the corpse would sit up, and it's the same principle."

Qin Yang nodded: "What about metaphysics?"

"It's metaphysical. Master Zheng said that the reason why his body is so heavy is because there are probably two souls in it." Ning Helan's slender fingers lightly lifted her chin, "The other soul... is probably Chen Wei's."

"Look! I told you that there is a woman's soul in his body! You didn't believe me just now." Fang Hui immediately replied.

As soon as he finished speaking, an aunt next to him heard it and hurriedly said to Ding Jie's mother: "Look, look, what did we say? We said that your son was haunted by Chen Wei's wronged soul, right? Now everyone says so."

Ding Jie's mother looked at Ning Helan and the others over there with tears in her eyes, and suddenly cried out in grief. Her legs were so weak that she couldn't stand up, and the people next to her hurriedly helped her up.

"My son... your life is so miserable... the woman you married didn't treat you well when she was alive, and she bullied you and wouldn't let you go after she died... Don't worry, my son, I'll hire someone to perform a ritual for you right

away..." Ning Helan didn't hear her crying and turned to leave. Fang Hui hurriedly followed her: "Aren't you going to take a commission?"

"What commission?" Ning Helan didn't even turn her head.

"Isn't Ding Jie's mother looking for someone to perform a ritual? Why don't you recommend yourself?"

"Fang Hui, can you perform a ritual?"

"Huh? No."

"I can't either."

"You..." Fang Hui had his own plans. If he performed a ritual for Ding Jie's mother, his Yin De would definitely increase. But there was a problem now, that is, Ning Guohua was not here.

Let's not talk about whether Ning Helan would perform a ritual after being exposed to the world for so many years. The key point is that even if he could, he would not do it.

What about his Yin De? How to fool him?

Ning Helan, who was standing next to him, had doubts about Ding Jie's body, and after listening to Zheng Jun's words, he had more doubts in his heart.

The two returned home with their own thoughts. Brother Ji hadn't seen his master all day. He looked up and then quickly walked around Ning Helan.

"Brother Ji." Ning Helan squatted down and gently touched Brother Ji's head.

"Hey." Brother Ji rubbed his palm gently, then shook his head and looked at Fang Hui. But Fang Hui was now thinking about how to trick Ning Helan into doing good deeds for him, and didn't pay attention to its little eyes.

Just as Fang Hui was thinking about it and going back to the study, he heard Ning Helan calling him from behind.

Ning Helan stood in the living room, with a tall figure. The French windows on the balcony were not closed, and the wind blew in. His hair fluttered in the wind, and his eyes glowed slightly in the night.

Fang Hui suddenly saw him wearing a Taoist robe, looking like an immortal.

Rubbing his eyes, Fang Hui felt that he must have been hallucinating.

"Fang Hui, last time your grandfather asked you to go to the underworld to find Zhou Yong, right?"

"Yes."

"Can you go again?"

Fang Hui looked at him in surprise: "Huh? Didn't you think we were acting at the time?"

"Yes, I think so." Ning Helan did not deny it.

Fang Hui was even more surprised: "Then you still want me to go to the underworld?"

Ning Helan said seriously: "These are two different things." Fang

Hui: ...

He couldn't figure it out. Didn't Ning Helan realize that what she said didn't make sense?

Fang Hui opened his mouth and squeezed out a few words from his throat: "Ning Helan, don't hit me if I tell you the truth. Are you... a little schizophrenic?"

"If I say yes, can you go to the underworld?" Ning Helan stared at him, with a glimmer in her beautiful eyes.

Fang Hui: ...

It took Fang Hui a long time to recover from this strange conversation. He walked up to Ning Helan and said, "Little Taoist priest, why do you want me to go to the underworld?"

Ning Helan folded her hands and said, "Today you said that there were other people's souls in Ding Jie's body, but did you see his own soul clearly?"

"No...I only saw one soul, but that soul was definitely not Ding Jie's." Fang Hui said.

"Yes, so where would Ding Jie's soul be?"

"It must have gone to the underworld. Is there any need to think about it?"

"So I want you to go to the underworld to find Ding Jie and ask him what is going on."

"... Ning Helan, how do you think I am going to the underworld? Last time, your grandfather drew a formation to send me there. Can you do it?"

"Yes."

"... Don't you not believe these?"

"Believe it or not and whether it can be done or not are two different things."

Fang Hui was about to collapse because of Ning Helan. If he didn't still need his help, he would have pointed at his nose and scolded him for being crazy.

He stood there with one hand on his waist and the other covering his face, trying to piece together the chaotic language logic in his mind. He didn't notice that Ning Helan had already drawn a formation with chalk under his feet, and he was standing in the center of the formation.

"..." Fang Hui was completely speechless, "Ning Helan, even if the formation is drawn, can you use magic? How to drive the formation without magic?"

Ning Helan took out a talisman with a spell already drawn on it with cinnabar.

Fang Hui suddenly felt a little guilty: "Can you do it..."

"I don't know, let's try..."

"Can this talisman paper be effective even if it's drawn randomly?"

"This was drawn by grandpa before he went out traveling. As long as I recite the spell correctly, it will be activated."

Ning Helan stepped back a few steps and stood outside the formation. He held a talisman between the index and middle fingers of his left hand and raised it to his eyes, muttering to himself: "The Mysterious Sect of Heaven and Earth, the root of all Qi, the borrowing of the law of Qiankun, the harmony of Yin and Yang, the Nine Palaces Formation is activated!"

As Ning Helan spoke, the formation under Fang Hui's feet emitted light, and the eyes of Ning Helan, who was standing outside the formation, also glowed slightly in response.

Wind blew around the formation, and it became stronger and stronger, so strong that Fang Hui, who was in the formation, could hardly open his eyes. He squinted his eyes and shouted, "Little Taoist priest, control your strength!"

The chicken standing next to him didn't know what was going on, and walked into the formation step by step, lowering his head and pecking at the ground. Fang Hui saw it and wanted to chase it out, but because the wind from the formation was too strong, the chicken was blown up by the wind, and the whole chicken stuck

to Fang Hui's face. Fang Hui tried to pull it off in a panic. At this time, the talisman in Ning Helan's hand flew out and stuck to the chicken's chest.

Fang Hui:?

As the golden light flashed in the formation, the man and the chicken in the formation fell down.

Ning Helan retracted his posture and walked forward. He saw Fang Hui and Ji Ge both rolled their eyes and fell to the ground without moving: "..."

After opening his eyes again, Fang Hui had been sent back to the underworld by the formation. Just as he came to his senses, he felt a sudden pain in his hand.

"Crack!" Ji Ge was dragged by him and bit back.

"Hiss!" Fang Hui hurriedly let go of him, and his wrist immediately turned red, "Fuck, you are a dog!"

"Crack!" Ji Ge shook his cockscomb and wanted to nag him, Fang Hui immediately used his arms to protect his face.

"If it weren't for you, why would you follow me!" Fang Hui dodged and shouted, and saw a talisman on Ji Ge's chest, and stretched out his hand to tear it off.

Ji Ge thought he was going to catch him, and flapped his wings and fled to the side.

A man and a chicken ran along the bank of the Wangchuan River for a long time. Fang Hui was so tired that he was out of breath and begged, "Stop running!"

When the chicken saw him stop, it also stopped. Whenever Fang Hui moved, it also moved, making it clear that it was trying to make things difficult for Fang Hui.

"Ugly chicken! I will kill you sooner or later!" Fang Hui said with gritted teeth.

"Who are you going to kill?" Someone's voice sounded.

Fang Hui turned his head and saw a ghost in black looking at him with a smile. This man seemed to be the...ghost Xiaoliu from last time?

Xiaoliu came out of Xuan Yao Gate, holding two souls in his hands. When he saw Fang Hui, he shouted hi.

"Uh..." Fang Hui didn't know how to call him for a moment.

"What? You don't recognize me after just a few days?" Xiaoliu walked up with a smile, "I'm the ghost Xiaoliu."

"Xiaoliu." Fang Hui called him mechanically.

"Why are you in the underworld? Oh, do you have another soul to ask?"

"I guess."

"Who do you want to ask? I'll take you there. Anyway, with the relationship with Master Ning, it shouldn't be a problem to go anywhere." Xiao Liu said, and then glanced at the chicken next to him, "..."

He walked to Fang Hui and whispered, "What is this thing?"

Fang Hui sighed, "It should be a chicken."

Xiao Liu was surprised, "Oh my god, this chicken looks really..."

Fang Hui was afraid that he would say that sensitive word, so he stretched out his hand in front of him and tried his best to hint. Xiao Liu accepted his gaze: "... Really unique." Fang Hui

then secretly breathed

a sigh of relief. The chicken chuckled, as a response to his evaluation.

"Fang Hui, why did you bring the chicken? The chicken is an extremely yang creature, and it is incompatible with our underworld."

"It's not that I didn't do it. It just wanted to come here on its own."

Fang Hui denied three times in a row. Xiao Liu smiled and said, "Okay, let's go. I'll send these two ghosts to the Naihe Bridge first, and then take you to find someone."

Fang Hui tilted his head to look at the two people he was holding. Their wrists were locked with soul locks. One man and one woman, their eyes were dull. He couldn't help but feel curious.

"Why are they so stupid?"

"It's normal. People who just died are like this. They haven't recovered from their death yet and are now in a state of confusion."

"When will they recover?"

"Well... generally, those who haven't recovered yet have gone to drink Meng Po soup to be reincarnated. Those who have recovered are either those who have committed heinous crimes and have not been convicted, or those who have incomplete souls, or those who have too much resentment to be reincarnated."

Fang Hui thought secretly, am I one of those who have incomplete souls? No, my soul was taken away by the light energy later.

... I can't be a heinous criminal, right? Although I was not so likable when I was alive, I didn't kill anyone or set fire to anything.

Following Xiaoliu to the Naihe Bridge, Fang Hui had come here for the third time and felt familiar with it.

The ghost officers were busy calling the roll and verifying the identities, and those who should be reincarnated were reincarnated, and those who should be imprisoned were imprisoned.

The red-armed ghost officer was letting a ghost officer take a ghost away, and he saw Fang Hui, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Fang Hui felt unwell when he was glanced at by the red-armed ghost officer. He lowered his head and glanced around.

"Third brother, I'm here." Xiaoliu walked up to the red-armed ghost officer and greeted him, and handed the two people he was holding to other ghost officers, "That Fang Hui is here again."

"Yeah." The red-armed ghost officer looked at Fang Hui, his eyes fell on Brother Ji next to him, and his eyes were obviously startled.

The rooster was walking around as if no one was around. There was a ghost next to him who was a criminal and had to go to hell. When the rooster saw the ghost, he let out a cry, flapped his wings and went up to peck at it.

"What's going on?!" The ghost who was registering the ghost was startled. He saw that the rooster had stepped on the ghost, lowered his head and pecked it like a pile driver until it flew up.

Fang Hui covered his face: "Oh my god..."

The ghost was suddenly attacked by the rooster, and it screamed and dodged everywhere. This attracted the attention of the originally dazed souls next to it, as well as the ghosts who were doing things.

The red-armed ghost was dumbfounded and shouted: "What are you still doing! Catch the rooster!"