Chapter 62 Chapter 62 Hidden Note (10)

The security guard was the first to react. He took the lead and reached out to dig out Fang Hui who was buried in the mud.

The aunt who was carrying vegetables next to her looked at the vegetables in her hands and looked around for a place to put them temporarily.

Her son happened to come back from work at this time. Seeing her carrying vegetables, he wanted to reach out to help her carry them.

The aunt waved her hand and pointed to the car buried in the mud. The son understood and rolled up his sleeves to help.

The woman holding the child was also very anxious, but the child could not be left alone, so she helped to provide them with props and brought a few shovels.

If Fang Hui had not seen it with his own eyes, he would not have believed that these onlookers who had been arguing with him half a minute ago actually came to save him.

The security guard was now covered in mud and his sweat had soaked his security uniform.

A strong sense of guilt surged up, almost drowning Fang Hui. He had never felt that he was such a bastard.

The dizziness became more intense, and the scene in front of him became more and more blurred. Fang Hui's head suddenly hurt, and his eyes went black, and he fell into the water of the Forgetful River.

In the present world, Ning Helan sat on the bed and suddenly felt a little stuffy in his chest. Qin Yang poured him a glass of water, and he thanked him and took a few sips.

"Xiao Lan, I remember when I was a kid, Grandpa Ning told me that it is very exhausting to lead a person's soul from the living world to the underworld. The longer the soul stays in the underworld, the greater the pressure you will bear. I see that you are not in a good condition today. Why don't you let Fang Hui come back?"

Ning Helan shook his head gently. In fact, Ning Guohua had warned him not to lead souls to the underworld.

Because this is an act against heaven, and the underworld is not a place for living people to go.

Forcing a living person to go to the underworld not only consumes his own vitality, but also shortens his life.

Therefore, when clients ask to see their deceased relatives, many psychics can only ask the ghost messenger to be flexible and let the souls temporarily lean over them, so as to minimize the damage to the body.

However, Ning Guohua said that few people can go to the underworld and come back, so these so-called psychics are basically liars.

Now even if Fang Hui is in a state of superposition of death and life, the underworld is not a place where ordinary people can come and go as they please.

The last time I saw Grandpa sending Fang Hui back to the underworld, although Grandpa didn't say it, Ning Helan knew that his body was still damaged, otherwise he wouldn't have been seriously injured by the puppet ghost and needed to go out for travel as an excuse, but in fact he was recuperating.

This was the second time he had done this, so he didn't know how much his body could bear.

He covered his chest with his hands. He felt stuffy and a little breathless. He hoped that Fang Hui would come back soon after questioning.

On the other hand, Fang Hui didn't know how long he had been in the dark. When he opened his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

Fang Hui raised his hands and rubbed his dry eyes. The dull pain in his head had not disappeared yet, and he still felt uncomfortable.

He sat up and looked around, and found himself in an antique room.

Under him was a large carved yellow beam wood bed with a comfortable mattress.

Although it was made of wood, it was very comfortable to lie on. It was not hard, nor too soft.

There was a light gauze curtain hanging at the head of the bed, swaying gently with the breeze blowing into the room.

There were several landscape paintings hanging on the wall outside. The mountains in the paintings were majestic, and the waterfalls were rushing down from the mountains. With the pine trees and shrubs next to them, the paintings were lifelike.

In the lower left corner was the signature of "Dragon Flying and Phoenix Dancing". Fang Hui took a closer look and vaguely recognized two words: "Cui Yu... Such a familiar name."

But where was he? Wouldn't he be dizzy for a moment? Did he travel through time?

Looking at the decorations and furniture around, is this ancient?

Opening the door, there was a row of waist-high carved railings outside, and below was a lobby with several solid wood round tables. Some people were eating, and some were sitting around the tables drinking tea and chatting.

The wooden door next to him creaked open, and two men and women in ancient costumes walked out. After seeing Fang Hui, they nodded slightly and passed by him.

"..." Fang Hui felt a headache again. Isn't this an ancient inn? Could it be that he really traveled through time?

He grabbed the railing and squatted down. He was so upset that he almost exploded. What was going on? Just

as he was thinking about it in a confused manner, he suddenly saw two people sitting at the door of the inn, one with white hair, pink clothes and white vest, and the other with black hair, black clothes and dark red vest.

These two people...!

Fang Hui ran down and rushed in front of the two in one breath. His heart was beating like a drum. He stared at them straight, opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

In front of him were Xie Bian, the White Impermanence, and Fan Wujiu, the Black Impermanence, usually called the Seventh Master and the Eighth Master.

But Fang Hui remembered that they called themselves Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai.

The two men didn't see Fang Hui, but were playing games on their phones.

Yes, they were playing games. Fang Hui glanced at the screens of the two men's phones and saw that they were playing PUBG.

Fang Hui:...

"Xiao Hei, look over there, I hear footsteps... squat down... don't move... beautiful!" Xiao Bai made a clean and sharp headshot, and the victory picture of the "champion" appeared on the screen.

"Great!" Xiao Bai shouted happily, and when he looked up, he saw Fang Hui standing by the table, "..."

"Xiao Bai, they reported you for cheating..." Xiao Hei said while looking at his phone.

"These people just can't afford to lose, let them do whatever they want." Xiao Bai said nonchalantly, and then he looked at Fang Hui next to him, "Awake?"

"Uh..." Fang Hui scratched his head, "What happened to me just now?"

"Just now? You've been unconscious for a whole day." Xiao Bai smiled.

"What?!" Fang Hui was shocked. "I wasn't in the river just now... How come I..."

Xiaobai put down his phone and leaned back against the wall: "Yes, you had been in the river for a long time when we found you. If we didn't pull you out, you would have swelled up."

Fang Hui raised his hand to cover his forehead. He seemed to have some hallucinations before he fainted. Now the memory in his brain seemed to be cut into pieces, very incoherent, and he couldn't remember it.

"You are dead now, and some memories of your life will emerge in your mind, so these fluctuations will give you a headache, which is normal." Xiaobai said.

Fang Hui was a little surprised: "Do you know what I'm thinking?"

"Xiao Bai can read people's memories." Xiao Hei said and put away his phone, "What are you doing in our underworld?"

"I'm here to look for someone, no, I'm here to look for the ghost Xiao Liu." Fang Hui said.

"Xiao Liu is not here, he went to chase a vicious evil spirit, and he is probably in the United States now." Xiao Bai said.

"What? The United States?!" Fang Hui was shocked again, "Do you still have transnational business?"

"Yes, this is considered a business trip, and there are travel expenses." Xiao Bai said with a smile. Fang

Hui felt that his mind was even more confused, he squatted down and held his head with both hands.

Xiaobai bent down and asked him, "Is there anything we can help you with?"

"You... do you know the situation of these two people?" Fang Hui said as he touched his body, and suddenly found that his talisman paper was gone. He stood up and touched his body, but nothing!

The piece of paper with the names and birth dates of the old couple of the Feng family was gone!

Xiaobai saw Fang Hui's panic: "What's wrong?"

Fang Hui raised his head and looked at him, the expression on his face was uglier than crying: "I lost the note."

"What note?"

"The note with the birth dates of Feng's parents."

Xiaobai and Xiaohei looked at each other: "Do you remember what was written on it?"

Fang Hui tried hard to recall, but he didn't know if the previous memories had too much impact on him, and now he couldn't remember anything, even the names of the two old people of the Feng family were very vague.

"A man named Feng..." Fang Hui said and couldn't help complaining about his own nonsense.

Seeing Fang Hui shaking his head, Xiaobai smiled gently, and narrowed his beautiful blue eyes: "Do you need our help?"

"Yes." Fang Hui nodded, looked at the smiling Xiaobai, and quickly said, "Please help me."

Xiaobai stood up after hearing him say this: "Okay~"

To find the soul file, you naturally have to go to the Chachasi.

The Chachasi in the netherworld is where Lu Pan is located. Fang Hui can still remember the fierce and evil appearance of the iron-faced judge.

However, Xiaobai and Xiaohei did not take Fang Hui through the main gate, but sneaked in from the side door.

From time to time, ghost messengers escorting prisoners passed by them.

At the corner where the word "archive room" was written, three furry heads popped out.

While there was no one near the archive room, the three dogs sneakily opened the door and sneaked in.

Fang Hui was a little speechless: "Excuse me, do we need to hide like this?"

"President Lu hates others rummaging through his things the most, so we can only do it secretly." Xiaobai said.

"This...can't we ask him directly?" Fang Hui was still speechless.

"It won't work these two days, Pan Lu is in a bad mood." Xiaobai said, "If you ask him to look through the files from ten years ago for you, he will definitely not do it."

Xiaohei walked to a file cabinet, pulled out a file at random and flipped through it: "President Lu lost money playing mahjong with several other adults yesterday, and he lost a lot. He must be in a bad mood today."

Well, Fang Hui was completely speechless this time.

He began to observe the archive room. My goodness, it was simply huge.

First of all, it was tall. It was at least three or four stories high. Rows of bookshelves were close to the tall walls. It was filled with neatly organized file boxes. The time and era were engraved in small characters with a knife. Fang Hui even saw files from a thousand years ago.

Then there was the width. It was at least as wide as a city library. The files contained there could not be described in tens of thousands. Just for the Qin Dynasty (221-227 BC) at hand, Fang Hui saw that the digital numbers on the side of the file boxes had reached tens of thousands.

In the middle was a large round table with a few candles lit. Beside the table were long wooden chairs arranged in a circle, making it convenient to look up information and files.

The dim wall lamps on the wall dimly illuminated the dusty history, which were all ancestors who had passed away thousands of years ago.

Fang Hui was so shocked that he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. He had to tilt his head up to his neck to see the whole picture: "Is this an archive room... or a library... There are too many..."

"Not too many, there are so many people in the world, and only the birth and death of Chinese people are recorded here, and foreigners are not included." Xiaobai leaned casually on the table.

Fang Hui exclaimed: "Why not record foreigners?"

"It's not under our jurisdiction." Xiaohei said.

Fang Hui: ...

He looked up at the mountain of files again: "There are so many, how long will it take to find them?"

"That's easy, just need the name and date of birth and death..." Xiaobai said, snapping his fingers, and a box of files flew down from above and slowly landed in his hands, "For example, you can find it like this."

Fang Hui took a breath: "...But I don't know."

Xiaobai looked at him, his fingers casually drew a circle in the air, and the file box flew back to its original position. He laughed: "Yeah, I forgot about this."

"Do you remember the others?" Xiaohei folded his hands, staring at Fang Hui without emotion with his red eyes.

"Uh...died in 2014, lived in Hewan Village, Songping City..." Fang Hui said, "Is this okay?"

"Alright." Xiao Hei raised his hand, his red eyes lit up, and a box of files flew into his hand, "This is the record of people who died in Hewan Village in 2014."

Fang Hui hurried over, Xiao Hei flipped through the pages one by one, and suddenly Fang Hui saw two names that he had some impression of: "Wait, it seems to be this..."