Chapter 49 Chapter 49 The Dead Wife (VI)

The ghost officers nearby were originally in a daze, but when they heard the red-armed ghost officer roar, they immediately put down what they were doing and started to catch chickens.

The chicken brother reacted quickly and had already dodged when they pounced on it. Moreover, it was quite persistent, staring at the ghost of the criminal and nagging him, grabbing a strand of hair and not letting go. The ghost screamed in pain.

Fang Hui watched from the side and remembered the place on the back of his head that was bald due to nagging, so he touched it subconsciously.

At this time, some of the other ghosts seemed to be frightened. They were originally standing there stupidly without moving, but they all scattered like birds and beasts.

All of a sudden, ghosts were running around along the entire Forgetful River, and the ghost officers were startled and hurried to catch souls.

But the chicken next to it was holding the ghost's hair and refused to let go,

so the ghosts had to be distracted to catch the chicken. Now the whole Forgetful River was in a mess.

The red-armed ghost couldn't stand it anymore, so he teleported forward and slapped the rooster: "Pa!"

"Kaaa!" The rooster was hit on the head, and a bump immediately appeared on its head. It jumped up and tried to pick on the red-armed ghost, but was easily grabbed by the red-armed ghost.

The rooster struggled twice, but its neck was in the hands of others, and it clucked twice and stopped moving.

The red-armed ghost looked at the ghosts with chicken feathers all over their heads and bodies, frowned and scolded: "What's the matter, a bunch of rubbish, can't even catch a chicken!"

After being scolded, the ghosts lowered their heads, looking at each other, not daring to breathe.

The red-armed ghost turned around and looked back at him with a cold face walking in front of him. Just as he was about to say something, his head hurt.

"Bang!"

"Fuck..." Fang Hui covered his head, "Why did you hit me?"

The red-armed ghost retracted his fist and brought the rooster to Fang Hui: "How can you bring a rooster to the underworld? Don't you know that the yang energy of the rooster conflicts with the yin energy of the underworld?! Take care of your own rooster, look at what a mess it is here!!"

"Fuck, it's not my rooster!" Fang Hui felt completely confused.

The red-armed ghost glared at him, and Fang Hui pouted unconvinced.

The red-armed ghost threw the chicken on him, turned around and said to Xiaoliu, "Hurry up and get him out of here, don't be a nuisance."

"Okay, Third Brother." Xiaoliu saw that Fang Hui was not convinced and wanted to explain, so he pulled him and ran away from the spot, "Fang Hui Fang Hui, let's go this way, don't say anything."

"No, why did you hit me? It's not me who asked the chicken to peck at the ghost!" Fang Hui was punched in vain and felt aggrieved, and he kept cursing all the way.

"Yes, but why did this chicken follow you to the underworld? Master Ning should not make such a mistake, right?" Xiaoliu said, and looked at the ugly chicken following Fang Hui.

"That charlatan Ning Helan brought it here," Fang Hui rubbed his head, feeling unhappy, and even scolded Ning Helan, "If Grandpa Ning was here, I wouldn't have been beaten like this."

"Grandpa Ning is not here?" Xiao Liu suddenly stopped.

"Yes, Grandpa Ning is gone..." Fang Hui glanced at him sideways in confusion.

"Gone? Why did Master Ning just go away? Oh my god... this is a big deal..." Xiaoliu was surprised, "Why did he just go away for no reason? When did it happen?"

Fang Hui:...

Xiaoliu suddenly looked solemn: "It's over, I don't know if the higher-ups know about this... Fang Hui, is he sick or was he killed by some monster?"

"...Grandpa Ning went out to travel."

"Oh my god, this monster 'travel' is really awesome... travel?"

"Yeah." Fang Hui sighed speechlessly, "Is this Ning Guohua an important person? He's gone and you're so scared?"

Xiaoliu immediately made a gesture to let him speak softly: "Don't be so loud, Master Ning is a very important person, if he's gone... bah bah bah, I'm a crow mouth, anyway, he was very powerful and had a high status."

"Weight?" Weight, Fang Hui thought to himself. The weight must be about 100 to 180 kilograms.

Xiao Liu asked Fang Hui who he was looking for. Fang Hui told him Ding Jie's name, age and date of death.

Xiao Liu took out a tablet from somewhere and scribbled on it a few times: "Huh? There is no such person."

"What is this?" Fang Hui pointed at his tablet.

"Oh, a ghost monitor. All ghosts in the world and the underworld are registered here." Xiao Liu swiped at the screen. "That's not right. Those who died yesterday should have come to our underworld a long time ago. Let me see who went to arrest the soul... Hmm?"

Seeing Xiao Liu's surprise, Fang Hui's curiosity also came up: "Who should go to arrest the soul?"

"It's me."

"What?"

Xiao Liu shouted: "Fuck, it should be me who went to arrest the soul! Why don't I have any records! Didn't I go?!"

Fang Hui: ...

Xiao Liu was facing a powerful enemy: "It's over, it's over. I clearly arrested the soul yesterday. Did I miss it?"

Fang Hui: "This..."

"Fang Hui, I'm done. I didn't bring back Ding Jie's soul!"

"Comrade ghost, calm down."

"It's over, how could I have missed it? If Third Brother finds out, my year-end bonus will be deducted!"

"What the hell? Year-end bonus?"

"It's over, it's over, my performance is always full every month..."

"You still have performance?!"

Xiaoliu's facial features were wrinkled, Fang Hui's expression was not much better, and he felt a headache.

Xiaoliu looked at Fang Hui with a tearful expression: "What should we do?"

"No, big brother, you are asking me?" Fang Hui sighed for the nth time, "Can't we just catch him back?"

Xiaoliu looked at Fang Hui in a daze. Fang Hui felt scared by his gaze: "...Can't we catch him back?"

"Yes, catch him back." Xiaoliu patted Fang Hui's shoulder, "You're right, I have to go to the world of the living and catch him back."

Fang Hui:...

On the other side, Ning Helan was lying on the sofa, flipping through a book, and from time to time he glanced at the man and the chicken lying in the formation over there.

After a while, the formation lit up, and as the light disappeared, Fang Hui and Ji Ge on the ground moved.

"Kuuu!" Ji Ge shook his comb. He had just had a fight in the underworld and was a little hungry, so he went to the balcony to eat.

Fang Hui's soul was moving back and forth, and his consciousness had not yet caught up. He sat on the ground and was dazed for a short time before he found where his limbs were.

"Fang Hui, how is it?" Seeing Fang Hui move, Ning Helan closed the book and walked over.

"Wow, this is Mr. Ning's home... so wide and beautiful..." The ghost Xiaoliu looked around curiously.

"Ning Helan, Ding Jie's soul is not in the underworld." Fang Hui stood up and patted the dust on his butt.

"Not in the underworld? Then where is he?" Ning Helan folded his hands.

"Xiao Liu said his spirit should still be in the world." Fang Hui saw that Xiao Liu had already walked to the balcony by himself.

"Xiao Liu?"

"A ghost messenger."

Fang Hui pointed to the balcony, and then quickly responded: "You can't see him, right?"

Ning Helan shook his head, and Fang Hui had to shout to Xiao Liu: "Xiao Liu, the Taoist priest can't see you."

Hearing Fang Hui calling him, Xiao Liu said indifferently: "I haven't revealed myself yet, most people can't see me."

Fang Hui said: "No, I guess he can't see you even if you reveal yourself."

Xiao Liu turned around and looked at Ning Helan in surprise after hearing this, and then simply stood in front of him, stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Ning Helan's eyes, and suddenly seemed to have discovered something and whispered: "Your eyes..."

"He can't see you." Fang Hui said again beside him.

Xiaoliu nodded: "No wonder you can't see, it turns out your eyes are sealed."

"What?" Fang Hui felt that Xiaoliu spoke strangely tonight, "Are you saying he is blind?"

"No, look, there is a mist in his eyes..." Xiaoliu pulled Fang Hui to look.

It was the first time Fang Hui noticed Ning Helan's eyes.

Ning Helan's eyes were very deep, like the deep sea. Under the light, you could see the faint light flowing on her pupils, but the light seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making her eyes not very bright. If you are not confident, you can't see it.

"Who are you talking to?" Ning Helan's eyes moved to Fang Hui's face. Fang Hui subconsciously pointed at Xiaoliu next to him. After realizing that it was useless, he could only shrug.

At this time, Ning Helan saw a blurry figure gradually becoming clearer, and soon, a man in black stood in front of him. Ning

Helan: ...

Xiaoliu smiled and said, "Are you scared? Sorry. Let me say hello. Hello, I'm a ghost messenger. You can just call me Xiaoliu."

Ning Helan slowly stretched out her hand and shook his hand with him: "Ning Helan."

"Are you Ning Helan? I've heard of you... No wonder your eyes..." Xiaoliu looked surprised. Ning Helan looked at him calmly. Xiaoliu smiled and said, "Hello, nice to meet you. By the way, I'm here to look for Ding Jie."

"Ding Jie is in the funeral home. If you are looking for his soul, it seems that his soul is not here." Ning Helan said.

The ghost Xiaoliu hummed twice: "Then let's go to Ding Jie's house first."

"We?" Ning Helan's deep eyes showed no emotion.

Xiaoliu grinned: "Yeah, you guys won't come with me?"

"Of course we will." Fang Hui said before Ning Helan, he couldn't miss this opportunity to gain good karma.

Ning Helan didn't say anything, let's go if we want to.

At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, the three of them arrived at Ding Jie's house.

The cordon at the door of Ding Jie's house had not been pulled down, and the door was still sealed.

Xiaoliu looked at Ning Helan: "I heard from Mr. Ning that you are a professional at breaking into doors and picking locks."

"..." Ning Helan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He took out the small knife he carried with him, stepped over the cordon with his long legs, and walked to the front door.

Fang Hui saw that this was a burglar-proof door, not the old-fashioned wooden door before. How could it be opened with a small knife? And the keyhole was so small, how could the knife get in?

"Click."

When Fang Hui was still silently complaining in his heart, he heard the door lock ring, and then Ning Helan pulled the door handle, and the door opened.

"Why?!" Fang Hui shouted in confusion.

"Shuh, keep your voice down, it will be troublesome if someone finds out." Xiaoliu made a shushing gesture.

Fang Hui: ...

As soon as he entered the house, Fang Hui shivered: "Why is it so cold in this room?"

Ning Helan exhaled a breath of white air. The temperature in the room should be close to below zero. She reached out and touched the shoe cabinet next to her. The cold touch came from her fingertips.

It was colder here than the last time they came.

"I remember Ding Jie was... Oh, right..." Xiao Liu muttered to himself and walked to Ding Jie's bedroom, then touched the bed.

"What are you doing?" Ning Helan took out her mobile phone and turned on the flashlight. The quilt and sheets on the bed were a little wrinkled, as if someone had struggled here before.

"Before the soul is taken away by the ghost, it will leave some breath at the original place." Xiao Liu frowned, "No... Ding Jie's soul is very thin."

This was the second time Ning Helan heard this adjective. His eyes darkened: "Very thin?"

Fang Hui saw that someone had the same opinion as him and hurriedly replied: "Right! I said his soul is very thin... So what does a very thin soul mean?"

Xiao Liu stood up and patted the dust on his hands: "A person's complete soul actually has thickness, just like you The kind seen in the underworld, 3D, all-round, just like a living person, right? If the soul is incomplete, or the soul's aura is very weak, it will look very thin, as if it has been pressed. "

Fang Hui thought of himself: "Then don't I look like a paper man?"

Xiao Liu glanced at him: "You are different, at least you look like a human being."

Fang Hui: "... Wait, are you scolding me?"

Ning Helan also followed into the bedroom: "You mean... the two-dimensional foil attack?"

"Yes, yes, that's about the same." Xiao Liu nodded repeatedly.

"Before at the funeral home, Fang Hui saw that there was more than one soul in Ding Jie's body." Ning Helan said to Xiao Liu, "Do you want to go and see it?"

Fang Hui recalled the eerie atmosphere of the funeral home and hurriedly tried to stop him: "It's already midnight, and the funeral home is very dark. Let's go in the morning."

Xiao Liu looked at him strangely: "Huh? Don't you have lighting equipment in the funeral home here?"

"It feels so eerie around there, and I always feel like someone is staring at me." Fang Hui really didn't want to go to that place.

Xiao Liu smiled and put his hand on Fang Hui's shoulder: "You are neither human nor ghost now, and there will indeed be some lonely ghosts staring at you, but don't be afraid, I'm here, they won't have time to hide."

Fang Hui thought about it, yes, Xiao Liu is a ghost messenger.

Then Xiaoliu turned to Ning Helan and said, "Master Ning, you can come with us."

Ning Helan said, "I am night blind and my vision is not good at night. I probably can't help you."

"Don't say that..." Xiaoliu stretched out his other hand to put on Ning Helan's shoulder, "Just stand there and support our waists."

The three of them took a taxi to the funeral home late at night. The driver thought it was unlucky and asked for a higher price. In the end, they paid three times the usual price to get to the place.

After getting off the car, there was still a problem. How could they get close to Ding Jie's body?

In the morning, with the policeman Qin Yang leading them, it seemed that they would not be conspicuous no matter what they did. But now there are only three of them...

Fang Hui was still thinking about this when he saw Ning Helan and Xiao Liu walk in naturally without any reason.

The two nodded to the people who were keeping vigil, and the people who were keeping vigil continued to play mahjong. The two walked straight to the coffin like acquaintances who came to pay their respects.

Fang Hui: ...

Ning Helan had never seen Ding Jie's body before, so he didn't know about the "very thin" situation that Fang Hui mentioned.

After seeing it now, his first reaction was that the body gave people a feeling of being very bloated, as if someone was stuffed inside.

And it was very strange, although the body in the mourning hall was placed in an ice coffin, as soon as the ice coffin was approached, it could be felt that bursts of cold air were constantly overflowing from it.

One could even see frost flowers in the ice coffin.

Xiaoliu's expression became serious from the first moment he saw the body.

Ning Helan leaned over slightly, and in the light, he saw a phantom with long hair in Ding Jie's body.

Looking closely, this phantom looked very much like Chen Wei.

Logically, he couldn't see ghosts, and if this thing was Chen Wei, then it was not a ghost.

He remembered what Fang Hui had said before, that the thought of the demon was born from longing.

"Mind demon..." Ning Helan murmured, "If it is a mind demon, this kind of monster has the attribute of ice, and the surrounding is indeed very cold."

"No wonder Ding Jie's house is so cold, there is an ice demon, why is this mind demon not called an ice demon?" Fang Hui rubbed his arms and asked.

"Ice demon is another kind of monster."

"You seem to know a lot about it?"

"It's in the Monster and Ghost Record that Grandpa gave you, on page 49." Ning Helan said that he had read this book to pieces when he was a child.

"I haven't read that yet, I'll take a look when I get back." Fang Hui nodded. He would not have read this kind of book before, but now he finds it more and more interesting.

Xiaoliu raised his hand and placed it on the ice coffin, and his palm glowed slightly.

Almost at the same time, Ding Jie, who was lying inside, suddenly moved and opened his eyes. The eye sockets that should have been sunken and white turned completely black.

Xiao Liu seemed to sigh in confusion, and then Ding Jie's body suddenly sat up straight and pushed the coffin lid open.

Fang Hui was startled and screamed briefly.

Because of his shout, the attention of several people who were guarding the coffin nearby turned to this.

Everyone stared at Ding Jie's body sitting there in amazement, and they were all dumbfounded.

"... Fraud... Fraudulent corpse!"

I don't know who came to his senses first and shouted, and then someone took the lead and ran out, and the other frightened people followed closely and ran out.

The already empty funeral hall now seemed even emptier. Except for Ning Helan and the other two, the people who were keeping vigil had all disappeared.

Ning Helan took a step back and squinted slightly at Ding Jie who was sitting up.

Ding Jie moved his head slightly, as if he was looking at them, and then made an unpleasant sound: "Ghost messenger?"

Although it was just two short words, Ning Helan still recognized that it was not Ding Jie's voice, but a woman's.