Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Strange noise on the balcony (IV)

"Cock, cluck!" The rooster screamed and flew out of the bedroom, chasing the black shadow relentlessly, and even ran out of the house.

"Brother Rooster!" Ning Helan hurriedly followed, and before leaving, she did not forget to turn around and say to Aunt Zhang, "Aunt Zhang, we'll leave first!"

Aunt Zhang stared blankly at the crazy chicken and the people who were hurriedly trying to catch the chicken, until the little grandson in her arms pulled her clothes.

"Grandma."

"Haohao, Haohao, aren't you afraid..."

Aunt Zhang thought her grandson was awakened by the fright, but she didn't expect her grandson to look at her with his round eyes, and then chuckled.

Aunt Zhang was even more confused, but when she saw the talisman hanging on her grandson's chest, she suddenly remembered whether it was the reason for the talisman.

"Master Ning is really a master..." Aunt Zhang hugged her grandson happily, and then thought of the money she hadn't given to Master Ning yet, "I have to go and thank him tomorrow." Fang

Hui followed Ning Helan out of the house and rushed down the fourth floor in one breath. The rooster had already flown away.

"Brother Rooster, Brother Rooster!" Ning Helan shouted. Although the moonlight was bright, it was not easy to find a chicken in the dark.

Fang Hui didn't know if his vision had improved after his death. He immediately saw the rooster by the lotus pond and the black shadow.

The black shadow was very fast outside, and the rooster couldn't catch up.

The black shadow suddenly jumped onto the tree next to it. The rooster couldn't get up, so he raised his head and circled around the tree for a few times.

"Brother Rooster?" Ning Helan bent down and looked around.

"Your chicken is over there..." Fang Hui said, then remembered that Ning Helan couldn't hear him, so he could only smack his lips.

But seeing that Ning Helan couldn't find the chicken for a long time, he didn't know if he was blind or night blind.

Fang Hui lost his patience and shouted at the rooster circling around the tree trunk: "Hey! Ugly rooster! Your owner is here!"

It worked.

The rooster turned around and rushed over when he heard Fang Hui's voice, and he looked so aggressive that it seemed like he wanted to eat Fang Hui.

"Fuck, are you serious?" Fang Hui hugged his head tightly, but he didn't feel the pain as expected. He opened his eyes and saw Ning Helan standing in front of him.

"Alright, alright, rooster brother, what the hell are you doing tonight?" Ning Helan grabbed the rooster and held it in his arms, stroking its feathers to comfort it, "It happened just now in someone's house, aren't you afraid of scaring the kids?"

"Crack!" The rooster responded with a sound, struggled a few times and then gave up. Fang

Hui breathed a sigh of relief that he was not pecked by the rooster, and then glared at the ugly rooster.

The security uncle had just finished washing up, and when he saw Ning Helan coming out with the rooster in his arms, he went up to him curiously: "Little brother, how are you?"

"Solved." Ning Helan said.

The security guard was very interested: "How did you solve it? Is there really a ghost in Sister Zhang's house?"

"No, it's all because of the water pipes."

"Water pipes?"

Ning Helan saw the security guard's curiosity, so he briefly told him about it, then yawned. He looked at his watch: "It's almost twelve o'clock, I'm going home to sleep... Let's go, uncle."

"Ah, hey hey..." The uncle was obviously still thinking about what Ning Helan had just said. After responding mechanically twice, he returned to the security room. As

soon as he sat down, the security uncle jumped up: "Oh, that's not right. It seems that the person upstairs in Sister Zhang's house hasn't come back for a long time..."

Then he lay down again and muttered to himself: "Oh, maybe he came back earlier and I didn't see him. Oh, forget it, forget it."

Fang Hui didn't know whether this matter was over, and he didn't help at all. Could this be considered as a good deed for himself?

He lowered his head and glanced at the number on his wrist.

It was still "0".

"It seems that I thought too much..."

Oh, that's not right. If that's the case, how can I get points?

Fang Hui was thinking about something in the back, while Ning Helan walked in front with Chicken in his arms and humming a little song.

When they got home, Ning Guohua was still watching TV.

Fang Hui glanced at the TV. The late-night theater column was playing an anti-Japanese TV series.

"Xiao Lan, are you back?"

"Grandpa."

Ning Guohua looked back at Ning Helan: "How is it?" "

It should be solved." Ning Helan yawned, and the rooster flew down from his arms and ran to drink water. "

It should be?" Ning Guohua frowned, "What's the reason?" "

The water pipe is aging, and there is a piece of wood underneath. It expands when it is hot and contracts when it is cold. When there is water flowing inside, the wood knocks on the door." Ning Helan said and went into the bathroom.

Ning Guohua nodded, then turned to look at Fang Hui who was standing beside him: "Fang Hui, what did you see?"

"Me?" Fang Hui thought about the shadow he saw, but he didn't trust this person very much, and didn't know whether he should tell him.

"I know someone in the underworld asked you to find Xiao Lan, right? But Xiao Lan couldn't see you, and you must be suspicious now." Ning Guohua waved at Fang Hui, then picked up a peach from the table and handed it to him, "Try it?"

"No, I can't touch it." Fang Hui didn't even stretch out his hand.

Ning Guohua suddenly laughed: "Try it?"

Fang Hui looked at him, then looked at the peach in his hand, and hesitantly stretched out his hand.

He picked up the peach.

Fang Hui: ...

"Although I don't know what kind of person you were when you were alive, I know he must have his reasons for letting you return to the world." Ning Guohua patted the sofa and motioned him to sit down.

Fang Hui moved his butt and sat down. He touched the peach in his hand. It was soft and he could even feel the fluff on it.

Why?

"I also know that you have to accumulate a thousand points of Yinde." Ning Guohua said, "There is a number on your wrist, right?"

"..." Fang Hui was even more surprised this time. He widened his eyes, "Are you a god?"

"Hahahaha..." Ning Guohua laughed and waved his hands, "I'm not a god. I'm just an, um, ordinary old man."

Fang Hui obviously didn't believe this. Can ordinary people see ghosts? Can ordinary old people know about the aura in the underworld?

Ning Guohua saw Fang Hui staring at him, smiled and said, "You are tired today, go and have a rest."

"Rest? Do ghosts also need to sleep?" Fang Hui was surprised.

"Well... to be precise, you are not a ghost... your soul is incomplete, did something happen?" Ning Guohua looked at Fang Hui carefully. Fang

Hui hesitantly hummed.

"Ghosts are people whose physical bodies die, but their souls are still there. Sometimes it is normal to be missing one or two souls, but your soul is so incomplete..."

"The thing in the underworld told me that I only have one soul and one spirit left now." Fang Hui rubbed the peach in his hand.

"No wonder I think your yin energy is so weak," Grandpa Ning said with a look of "so that's what happened", "So you are not even a ghost now, you are just a ghost."

After hearing what Ning Guohua said, Fang Hui suddenly felt a little sad. He died inexplicably and now he is not even a ghost?

"Well, it's late now, you should go to the study to rest. There is a small bed there, you should be able to sleep enough."

"..." Fang Hui held the peach and lowered his head.

Ning Guohua said again: "You have so many injuries on your body, how can you recover without rest? Go... I, an old man, also need to rest..."

The night was very quiet, the clock on the wall had pointed to two o'clock, Fang Hui was lying on the bed in a daze.

In the past short ten hours, he had experienced a lot.

I just came back from an all-nighter at my friend's house yesterday. I wanted to go home and catch up on some sleep, but I was hit by a truck just as I entered the community gate.

The driver was fine, but I was dead.

I wasn't completely dead, and I couldn't live anymore, and I wasn't even allowed to be reborn.

Now I'm no different from those wandering ghosts out there, after all, I only have one soul and one spirit left.

That guy even said he was afraid that I would go back to the world and do bad things.

It's funny, what can I do?

Oh, I will definitely kill that truck driver, because I won't die either.

I have to drag this bastard along to be buried with me!

Fang Hui became more and more excited as he thought about it, and he sat up from the bed abruptly, as if he was going to fight the truck driver to the death.

Maybe it was because he pulled the part of his abdomen where he was hit, he took a breath of cool air, covered his stomach and lay back down.

In his current state, let alone seeking revenge on the driver, it was hard to say whether he could even let him see him.

What if the driver also had a chicken at home? Would he be beaten by the chicken again?

Fang Hui had to admit that he had a shadow over that ugly chicken. Even though it looked wilted and ready to die at any moment, it was really painful when it pecked people.

After rubbing his head, Fang Hui turned over and lay on his side.

The cold moonlight sprinkled through the gaps between his fingers, and through the moonlight he noticed that his fingertips were a little transparent.

He thought he was dazzled at first, but after a closer look, he found that his fingertips were indeed slightly translucent.