Chapter 54 Chapter 54 Hidden Note (Part 2)...

"!!"

Ning Helan suddenly woke up, his eyes were dark, his heartbeat was so loud that his ears were almost ringing, as if a drum was banging in his head, vibrating his temples.

"Hu..." Ning Helan slowed down his heavy and rapid breathing, closed his mouth, and waited to recover from the state of waking up from the nightmare.

His fingers touched the screen of the mobile phone next to him, and the screen lit up, showing the time, AM03:42.

The night wind blew in through the thin curtains, and he felt a coolness on his forehead and back.

Ning Helan touched his forehead and found that it was all sweaty. The sweat beads on his temples dripped onto the bed sheet along his well-defined jawline and were quickly absorbed, leaving only a faint trace.

His back was already completely wet.

After adapting to the light in the room, he turned his head to look at the night sky outside the window. There were fewer stars outside than before, and there were a few scattered stars in the sky. A few thick dark clouds were slowly floating in from not far away.

The wind was very strong tonight, and the temperature was obviously lowered by the night wind. It might rain tomorrow.

Ning Helan got out of bed and walked barefoot to the window.

His hair was lifted by the night wind, his profile was handsome, his eyes were like the bottom of the deep sea, his nose was straight, and his lips were lightly pursed.

Looking around, the buildings in the community were almost all dark, with only a few windows still lit, declaring that their owners were night owls.

The street lights on the road in the distance were still bright, but at this time, it would take a long time for a car to pass by on the road.

Ning Helan wiped his hair that was flying in the wind behind his head. His pajama vest was still wet. He lowered his eyes and didn't know whether he was looking at the sky or thinking about something. After standing for a long time, he decided to take a shower first. He

slept until noon, and when Ning Helan woke up, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon.

It was cloudy outside, and the cool breeze made him feel a little cold. And judging from the ground, it must have rained before, and the air was full of the smell of damp earth.

Ning Helan sat up, and didn't hear any movement in the living room. He walked out of the room and was quite confused. Why was the room so quiet today?

On the sofa in the living room, Fang Hui was lying on it without any image, with the "Demon and Ghost Record" covering his face, and he looked like he was sleeping soundly.

And Brother Ji found a cool place by himself and buried his head in the feathers.

"There was no fight..." Ning Helan was a little surprised. Compared to the previous fights between these two (Ji) every day, today they were really harmonious.

"Dad!" Fang Hui, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly woke up, yelled and opened his eyes, and the book on his face fell to the ground with a snap.

"It turned out to be a dream..." Fang Hui muttered to himself. He bent down to pick up the fallen book from the ground and glanced at it. The monster on this page is called the Three Corpse Ghosts. It is a monster that lives in the cemetery in legend. It feeds on human corpses and often appears in rural areas where burials are still practiced.

Fang Hui rubbed his eyes. Is Ning Helan still not awake? What time is it now?

He turned his head and saw Ji Ge drinking water on the balcony.

"Fang Hui, if you wake up, we should set off." Ning Helan's voice came from his bedroom.

"...Where are we going?" Fang Hui had just woken up from his dream and was still in a state of confusion.

"I'm going to the neighboring Songping City. Grandpa has given me a commission."

"Grandpa Ning is going out to play and still thinking of giving you a commission?"

As he was talking, Ning Helan came out. He was wearing a loose five-quarter sleeve hooded sweatshirt, his hair was half tied into a bun, and he had a silver earring on his left ear. He looked fashionable and stylish, but he still had that rustic army green bag on his waist.

"Brother Ji, come on, we're leaving." Ning Helan shouted to Brother Ji on the balcony, and Brother Ji ran over in small steps.

"How are you going to get to the neighboring Songping City? It takes one hour by plane and four hours by high-speed rail." Fang Hui said.

"I just checked, the nearest one takes another hour, and it takes about half an hour from here to the high-speed rail station, so we should be able to make it." Ning Helan put on his shoes and said, "We probably won't be able to come back today, so take whatever you need to take."

"What can I take..." Fang Hui saw the "Demon Record" on the sofa with his remaining eyes, so he picked it up.

When the two arrived at the high-speed rail station, Fang Hui looked at the busy entrance and then he remembered something was wrong: "Little Taoist priest, there are two problems."

Ning Helan looked at the gloomy sky: "Tell me."

"One problem is that I don't have an ID card now, so I can't take the high-speed rail. The second is that you can't take the high-speed rail with a chicken," Fang Hui glanced at the chicken brother at Ning Helan's feet, "unless you are carrying a chicken's corpse."

"Ha!"

Fang Hui said, but didn't hear a reply. He glanced at Ning Helan next to him, but saw that he looked serious: "Little Taoist priest, so how do you solve this problem?"

"...I forgot."

"Huh?"

"I forgot that you don't have an ID card."

"...Are you kidding me?"

"No, I really forgot. It must be because I didn't sleep well last night. My head is still groggy now."

Fang Hui sighed speechlessly, squatted down, and said with his head down: "Brother, it looks like it's going to rain heavily today, you have to think of a way."

"There is always a way when you reach the mountain..." Ning Helan looked very calm, "Maybe we can meet someone we know."

"How is that possible?" Fang Hui didn't even want to complain, "How high is the probability for you to see an acquaintance at this time, and he happens to be going to Songping City."

"I seem to see Brother Yang."

Fang Hui raised his head and looked in the direction of Ning Helan's gaze. Qin Yang, who was in casual clothes, was coming out of the high-speed rail station exit with a young man wearing glasses. The two were talking.

"Ning Helan, what do you think is the probability that Brother Yang is going to Songping City?"

"One hundred percent."

"Huh?"

Ning Helan ran towards Qin Yang, and Fang Hui had to follow behind. Qin Yang was quite surprised to see the two of them: "Hey, why are you two here?"

"Brother Yang, are you back from a business trip?" Ning Helan smiled.

"Yes, I went out to do something. What are you two going to do? Take the high-speed rail?" Qin Yang suddenly remembered something, "Can Fang Hui take the high-speed rail?"

"Obviously not." Fang Hui replied.

Qin Yang paused, and seeing the chicken brother at Ning Helan's feet, he suddenly became a little nervous: "Xiao Lan, tell me honestly, is something going to happen here in the high-speed rail station? Tell me the truth so that I can evacuate the crowd."

Ning Helan chuckled: "Brother Yang, you think too much, we are here to take the high-speed rail, but I forgot that Fang Hui doesn't have an ID card."

It is rare for such a big person to not have an ID card. The man next to Qin Yang couldn't help but look at Fang Hui a few more times.

"Where are you going?" Qin Yang asked.

"Songping City, my grandfather accepted a commission for me." Ning Helan adjusted the shoulder strap of her backpack.

"Matsudaira City? What are we going there for?"

"Grandpa Feng asked my grandpa to go to his house, but it seems that my grandpa has gone to the grassland now, so he asked me and Fang to go back and take a look."

Qin Yang thought for a while: "Feng? Feng Zihe Grandpa?"

Ning Helan hummed: "Brother Yang, are you interested? People who come to see my grandpa usually have problems that cannot be solved by calling the police."

"..." Qin Yang did not answer directly, but seeing Ning Helan smiling like a thief, he could not help but laugh, "You kid."

So Qin Yang said to the man next to him: "Xiao Liu, I will go to Songdaira City with the two of them, you go back to the police station first."

The young man called Xiao Liu pushed his glasses: "Captain Qin, what are you going to do?"

"Go with my cousin to see a grandfather I knew before, you don't have to go with me." Qin Yang patted his shoulder. "

Captain Qin, I have nothing to do when I go back, so let me go with you. I promise I won't tell anyone what I see." Xiao Liu even made a swearing gesture.

Qin Yang was amused by his serious look: "What can I see?"

Xiao Liu looked at the two people next to him, lowered his voice and said to Qin Yang: "Captain Qin, if I go with you, it will be easier for me to write a report if I am asked to write it in the future."

Qin Yang glared: "Who asked you to write it?"

"Oh, no, I took a reference and then combined it with reality, right, Captain Qin." Xiao Liu immediately changed

his words. Qin Yang laughed: "Okay, let's go, my car is parked over there."

With Xiao Liu around, Qin Yang did not drive himself.

Ning Helan and Fang Hui sat in the back.

Ji Ge didn't want to lie at his feet and insisted on squeezing on the sofa. Qin Yang didn't mind it getting on the sofa, so Ning Helan let it go.

The car quickly left the city and drove onto the highway.

However, if it drove on the highway, it would take six hours to get there.

Qin Yang thought about it and decided to take the old road. Although it was not as comfortable as the highway, this road was closer and only took four hours.

"What's the concept of comfort without the highway..." Fang Hui watched the car leave the highway and come to the old national highway that was built before.

There are many twists and turns here. Unlike the current highways that are paved with asphalt all the way, this is still a cement road. Although it is not so bumpy, it is just a two-lane road and is quite narrow.

There is no green belt in the middle of the two-lane road, so it is very easy to get into an accident. Although this road is no longer tolled, even experienced drivers don't like to drive here.

Fang Hui looked at Xiao Liu who was driving. He was young and clean, and he didn't know how good his driving skills were.

"Don't worry, I drove for the leader for half a year before I came to Team Qin." Xiao Liu saw Fang Hui staring at him in the rearview mirror, so he explained.

Qin Yang asked, "Can Fang Hui drive?"

"Yes." Fang Hui said, "But I haven't driven on this kind of road."

"Don't worry, Xiao Liu drives very steadily." Qin Yang said, and Fang Hui could only nod.

The result of too many bends on the road is that it is easy for vehicles to get carsick when they turn around.

Two hours later, the car stopped at the roadside. Fang Hui squatted beside the car with an ugly face and vomited. Ji Ge also vomited and his neck twitched.

Qin Yang took out a few bottles of water from the trunk with a smile and handed them to Fang Hui and Ning Helan: "How come paper people can get motion sickness?"

"Who said paper people can't get motion sickness...yue~" Fang Hui had nothing in his stomach and couldn't vomit. He felt very uncomfortable.

Ji Ge vomited out all the chicken food he had eaten in the morning. Ning Helan poured some water for him and Ji Ge drank it slowly.

"Xiao Lan, Ji Ge also gets motion sickness?" Qin Yang looked at Ji Ge who was sluggish.

"I've never taken it for such a long ride before." Ning Helan squatted on the side of the road and looked at Brother Ji. "I thought you two were incompatible, but now it seems that you are the same, so you quarrel every day, and now you even suffer from motion sickness."

"Hah..." Brother Ji replied weakly and continued to drink water.

After a short rest, Fang Hui crawled back to his seat with weak hands and feet, paralyzed: "I think I'm going to die..."

Ning Helan thought it was a little funny: "You are already dead."

"I think I can die again..."

Xiao Liu listened to the conversation between the two in the back seat of the car and asked Ning Helan curiously: "Actually, I have heard about you."

Ning Helan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, waiting for Xiao Liu to continue.

"My second aunt's nephew said that his ancestral home was haunted by ghosts before, and everyone who entered it fell ill, so they asked Master Ning to go and take a look. At that time, Master Ning was unable to leave, so he asked his grandson Ning Helan to go. Unexpectedly, the ghost was eliminated after only ten minutes of going in." Xiao Liu was excited and excited, "Everyone was stunned at the time, because the ancestral home had been haunted by many Taoists and monks, but none of them could solve the problem."

Qin Yang suddenly became interested: "Hey? When did it happen? Xiaolan, why haven't I heard you talk about it?"

"...I don't remember." Ning Helan said without interest.

"Captain Qin, I remember, I'll tell you." Xiao Liu was very excited, "I remember it was a year ago..."

That day was also cloudy like today, and the villagers gathered outside the old house early in the morning waiting for the so-called Master Ning, Taoist Ning.

I heard that Taoist Ning was fat and amiable, but he was a master at subduing demons and monsters, and ordinary life-breaking and exorcism was also very powerful.

But I didn't expect that the one who came was not the old Taoist priest with a fairy-like appearance as imagined, but a young Taoist priest.

And at that time, Ning Helan looked reluctant to be called a Taoist priest. Judging from his dress, he was really not professional at all.

Everyone saw Ning Helan's dress. He didn't bring anything except a book in his hand.

The villagers looked at each other, wondering if they had invited the wrong person.

Ning Helan did not say much to them, but went into the so-called haunted house alone.

The old village chief was worried outside, and he broke out in cold sweats. There was no movement inside, and he did not know if Ning Helan had been eaten by a ghost.

"Village chief, should we send someone to get him?" a villager said.

"Who dares to go into this haunted house?" another villager said.

At this time, several miserable screams came from the house, scaring the birds in the surrounding trees to fly away, and the mountain cats passing by were so scared that they meowed and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Soon, the screams stopped, and the haunted house was now eerily quiet.

The villagers who were watching outside were frightened by the noise and were too nervous to breathe. The old village chief held his cane tightly, his face getting uglier by the minute.

"How about we call the police..." a villager said tremblingly.

Ten minutes later, Ning Helan came out, his chest and face covered in blood.

The old village chief with a cane didn't faint at first sight.

When he looked more carefully, he realized that the blood was not his, but splashed on him.

"He's fine!"

The villagers immediately surrounded him, and the village chief looked at Ning Helan carefully: "Young man, are you okay? Do you need an ambulance?"

The village chief saw that the book in his hand was gone, replaced by a piece of moldy wood.

"It's okay, the problem is solved." Ning Helan looked at the wood in his hand.

"Excuse me, what kind of ghost is in there?" The villagers asked curiously.

"This house has been in disrepair for a long time. The wood inside has been exposed to rain, so it has become moldy. This kind of mold is corrosive and will make you sick if you breathe it into your mouth and nose." Ning Helan threw the wood in his hand aside, "If you want to live in the house, you have to renovate it. Anyway, the moldy wood can't be used."

"..." This sentence made everyone silent.

"There are no ghosts in there...?" The old village chief asked in disbelief.

"What era is it now? How can there be so many ghosts." Ning Helan patted the dust on his hands and took out a tissue to wipe the blood off his face.

At this moment, a villager stood at the door and shouted, "Village chief! Village chief, come and have a look!"

Everyone rushed to the door of the house and saw blood everywhere in the house. The air was filled with the smell of rusty blood. There was also a bulging mass of something on the ground. It was a murder scene.

The old village chief had never seen such a scene before. He rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Village chief!"

"Village chief!"

"Quick, go call a doctor!"

The place was in chaos. Ning Helan came over, took a look at the blood-soaked book on the ground, and then said to the villagers standing stupidly beside him: "These can be washed away with water, but the thing inside..."

He looked at the pile of things: "Even the book cannot be left. We have to sweep it up with a wooden broom, along with the pile of things, and then put it in a wooden barrel and burn it. It won't appear again in the future."

"..." The villager opened his mouth and pointed at the ground, "What...what is that? Is it really not a ghost?"

Ning Helan wiped the blood off his face: "How can there be so many ghosts? What you see now is all hallucinations caused by the mold. Do you understand?"

The villager half opened his mouth and did not answer. Ning Helan smiled slightly: "It's an illusion. Do you understand?"

"I understand." The villager nodded hurriedly.

Then Ning Helan walked to the village chief and took out a bottle that looked like the elixir in the TV series from his pocket. After squeezing it open, he poured out a black ball that looked like chocolate beans, and then stuffed it into the mouth of the old village chief.

Less than half a minute later, the old village chief woke up faintly.

"The village chief is awake!"

"Village chief, how are you?"

The old village chief looked flushed. He pursed his lips and showed an embarrassed expression: "Little brother, what is this?"

"It's an elixir! Just now this young Taoist priest fed you an elixir!" said the quick-talking villager next to him.

"Elixir?" The old village chief was even more confused.

Some villagers saw that Ning Helan solved the haunted house in just a few moves, and now the "elixir" he took out was so effective, so they felt itchy in their hearts, so they wanted to ask him for a few pills in case of emergency.

Ning Helan shook the medicine bottle in her hand and said, "This is not a magic pill, but a pill made of Fengyoujing. It has the effect of refreshing the mind. You can make it yourself if you want. It is also sold in major pharmacies. I bought this at the clinic at the entrance of your village."

"..." Then the villagers were silent again.

Later, everyone renovated the house according to Ning Helan's instructions, replaced all the moldy wood with new wood, and waterproofed it. Sure enough, the previous problems did not occur again.

After finishing speaking, Xiao Liu looked excited: "Hey, Taoist Ning, although you didn't tell them the truth, I know there is indeed a ghost in that room. Your book-like thing is a magic weapon, right? What kind of magic weapon looks like a book? The Three Pure Ones Bell... No, could it be the Heavenly Dharma Seal?"

Ning Helan thought for a while: "... "Materialistic Dialectical Method 2023 New Edition"."

"..."