Chapter 87 Chapter 87 Family (Part 9)

Fang Hui grabbed Qin Yang’s arm in fear: “Brother Yang, stop talking nonsense now!”

“I also think he is coming to kill you.” The ghost in Fang Hui’s body said, “Who told you to scold him just now?”

“It’s because you want to eat me!” Fang Hui wanted to pull the ghost out of his body and stomp it to pieces, “Get out of my body quickly!”

“No, I just possessed that security guard and then you, which consumed a lot of my skills. Now I can’t move...” The ghost said tiredly.

Fang Hui almost fainted from anger: "How dare you say you have practiced for decades? How dare you say you are the most powerful ghost around? How dare you say that you are so shameless!"

The ghost seemed to be arguing and didn't say a word. Fang Hui didn't expect Ning Helan to be like this after getting drunk: "Brother Yang, has this happened before?"

Qin Yang touched his chin: "It happened once."

Fang Hui heard that there was hope and quickly asked: "Then what happened?"

"Then he was grabbed by the ear and beaten by Grandpa Ning."

"..."

"Fang Hui, stop being dazed and run, or do you want to die here?" the ghost in his body suddenly said.

This suddenly reminded Fang Hui, yes, he had to run, now Ning Helan was clearly going to stab him, he had to run quickly.

Fang Hui remembered that there was a back door in this residential building, so he turned around and ran.

But at this time, Qin Yang remembered that this happened more than once before. Once Ning Helan drank too much rice wine and went crazy, but that time he was awakened by a few bites from Brother Ji: "By the way, Brother Ji is fine, as soon as it calls, Xiao Lan will almost wake up, Fang Hui you... Fang Hui?"

Fang Hui had already run away without a trace, Qin Yang thought for a while, or he should go and pick up Brother Ji first.

Qin Yang rushed to Ning Helan's house and grabbed Brother Ji who was sleeping soundly, and rushed back again.

Fortunately, Ning Helan did not take the next step. He slowly looked around, not knowing what he was looking at.

Qin Yang found that in just a short while, all the goblins and ghosts around him were completely wiped out. For a moment, there was no safer place than this community with thunder.

"Brother Ji, your master is drunk, go save him!" Qin Yang ran out holding Brother Ji. Brother Ji saw Ning Helan's appearance with sleepy eyes and choked.

"Brother Ji, hey, Brother Ji wake up." Qin Yang saw that Brother Ji was about to fall asleep again, and hurriedly patted Brother Ji's face, and Brother Ji finally woke up from his sleep.

Qin Yang held it and walked slowly towards Ning Helan. It was not known whether it was because Ning Helan was electrified, but the closer the chicken got to him, the more the feathers on his body swelled. By the time it was in front of Ning Helan, it had already swelled into a chicken ball.

"Crack." The chicken cried out and tilted its head to look at the person floating in the air.

Ning Helan lowered her eyes and looked at him. The man and the chicken looked at each other quietly.

Suddenly, the chicken jumped out of Qin Yang's arms and flapped its wings to fly towards Ning Helan. Ning Helan was suddenly met with its wise and clear eyes, and for a moment she did not make any other movements.

"Oh oh oh——!" The chicken stretched its neck and made a high-pitched humming sound.

It was like a devil's voice that penetrated Ning Helan's brain. He frowned, and suddenly closed his eyes as if he had a headache, and fell from the air.

"Xiao Lan!" Qin Yang hurried over. Fortunately, Ning Helan just fainted and was not injured. Qin Yang was relieved. He didn't know how eating a lobster could turn out like this.

He helped Ning Helan up, and Ning Helan opened her eyes: "...Brother Yang?"

"Xiao Lan, you just fainted."

"...Why am I here?"

"You just got drunk and went crazy in the neighborhood. Look at what you have done."

Hearing this, Ning Helan looked around. There was a pile of fragrant grilled fish on the ground, and next to it was a huge koi, but it was cut in half and looked cooked. There were many more pits in the surrounding lawns, and fewer flowers, plants and trees.

These were originally small goblins of flowers and plants, but now they have escaped.

"What did I do?" Ning Helan covered her head.

"Nothing, just grilled some fish." Qin Yang helped him walk slowly, "I also grilled some vegetables (plants)."

"Did I hurt someone?" Ning Helan vaguely remembered that he seemed to have struck someone with lightning.

"It can be said that I hurt a security guard." Qin Yang said.

The security guard who was leaned over by the ghost before also sat up at this moment. He looked around in confusion. How could he fall asleep here? Why are there so many grilled fish on the ground?

He stood up and happened to meet Qin Yang and Ning Helan passing by. He looked at the two of them, took off his security hat and scratched his head. What happened? This is...

Ning Helan was fine, but he felt a little weak after drinking. After returning home, he went to wash his face first. When he touched his face, he found that it was bruised and there was a faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Was he beaten? He touched it and it was quite painful.

He came out to get some water and noticed that Fang Hui was not there: "Brother Yang, where is Fang Hui?"

"I don't know, he just thought you were going to kill him, so he ran away." Qin Yang said.

Ning Helan blinked: "I'm going to kill him?"

Although he and Fang Hui didn't have a good relationship, he wouldn't kill him, right?

Ning Helan touched the corner of his mouth, which was still broken: "Did Fang Hui hit him?"

"..." Qin Yang didn't know whether he should say yes or not, he was afraid that Ning Helan would bear a grudge.

"Did I say something to irritate him?" Ning Helan lowered his eyes and thought for a while, he couldn't remember what happened before.

Qin Yang thought about it, it would be better to say that these two drunkards provoked each other, so he said: "No, it's just that you were drunk, and he was drunk, so they said some bad things to each other..."

"So he was scared away by me?" Ning Helan came to the conclusion that was closest to the truth.

Qin Yang took out his mobile phone and looked at the clock. It was past five o'clock, so he lay on the sofa and said: "Let's go find him when it's dawn, maybe he will be back soon."

Ning Helan raised her head and drank the water in the cup without saying anything.

Qin Yang closed his eyes and wanted to sleep for a while, but suddenly he sat up from the sofa: "Oh, I forgot something important. Fang Hui just said that he was possessed by a ghost."

Ning Helan was almost choked by the water: "What?"

As for Fang Hui, he just rushed out with a breath, not knowing which direction to run. When he stopped and wanted to hold on to the wall to catch his breath, he found that he had actually run to his father's neighborhood.

"Hu...Hu..." He leaned against the wall to calm his breathing. It seemed that his body memory brought him back here.

When people feel danger, they will instinctively look for a safe place in their memory.

Fang Hui took a deep breath and crawled into the small dog hole again.

It was not yet dawn, and the surroundings were so quiet that he could hear his own breathing. Even the insects that usually get up early have not left their nests yet.

Fang Hui stood in his yard, looking up at Fang Cheng's room on the second floor.

After so many days, he didn't know how his father was sleeping now, and he didn't know if he could fall asleep at night.

The light came on in the quiet room. Fang Hui recognized it as the light of the bedside lamp. Then a familiar figure appeared in the French window. Fang Cheng woke up for some reason. He opened the window and walked out, breathing in the fresh air of the morning. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a person standing in the yard.

Fang Hui didn't want to hide. His eyes met Fang Cheng's. Fang Cheng's eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly calmed down and looked carefully at the young man standing in the yard.

In the yard in the early morning, the plants had just woken up, and the stone-paved path was still damp from the morning mist.

The flowers in the corners have not yet bloomed, with clear dewdrops hanging on their petals, and the air around them is filled with a peaceful and refreshing atmosphere.

Fang Hui sat a little awkwardly on a white chair, in front of him was a round wooden table, where Fang Cheng would often have breakfast and dinner.

Now there was a pot of hot coffee brewing on the table.

After the coffee machine's timer ended, Fang Cheng poured out two cups of coffee and handed one to Fang Hui.

"Thank you." Fang Hui took it nervously and glanced at Fang Cheng. Fang Cheng smiled slightly, and Fang Hui asked doubtfully, "Aren't you worried that I'm a bad guy?"

"Little brother, haven't we met before? Besides, if you were a bad guy, would you not run away when you saw me?" Fang Cheng said, picking up the coffee and blowing it.

Fang Hui didn't say anything else. He lowered his head and sipped his coffee, but he couldn't taste it now.

"What's your last name, little brother?" Fang Cheng asked him.

"..." Fang Hui almost blurted out his last name, but quickly changed it before speaking, "My last name is Jiang."

"Oh, Xiao Jiang," Fang Cheng nodded, "I remember you are a forest ranger? Why are you in my yard so early?"

Fang Hui didn't know how to respond for a moment, and tried desperately to find an excuse in his mind.

Fang Cheng said again: "Do you have something to talk to me about?"

"Ah... yes, um, yes, I have something to talk to you, Mr. Fang." Fang Hui quickly followed his words and continued.

"Is it my wife's grave..." Fang Cheng's voice weakened.

Fang Hui's heart tightened: "Well, don't worry about this, we are investigating it and will definitely give you a result."

Fang Cheng nodded, with a hint of worry in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. Fang Hui glanced at him and tightened the coffee cup in his hand: "Mr. Fang, do you think you have any enemies or something?"

Fang Cheng pursed his lips: "There are many rivals in business, but we will not do these things to the dead, not to mention that my wife has been gone for more than ten years. Now my daughter and son are taking care of the company's affairs."

"You said last time that you have a son..." Fang Hui's voice was trembling when he asked this question.

Fang Cheng nodded and looked up at the sky which had not yet brightened: "Yes, I once had a child about the same age as you, Brother Jiang, but he had an accident."

Fang Hui's heart ached, and Fang Cheng said again: "That's why I felt very close to you, maybe because you are about the same age as my youngest son."

"By the way, what are you here for, Brother Jiang?"

"Oh... I just wanted to ask Mr. Fang, this kind of thing was most likely done by someone you know, or someone who knows you, because ordinary people would not think of digging a grave, and there would not be anything particularly valuable in that grave."

Fang Cheng thought about it seriously, and then shook his head. Fang Hui also understood. He had heard Ning Helan say before that it was most likely done by a demon, and Fang Cheng certainly didn't know about such an outrageous thing.

"But," Fang Cheng suddenly said, "I remembered one thing. Many years ago, my wife and I went to a Taoist priest to have our fortunes told. The Taoist priest said that my wife would have a great disaster when she was 30 years old. I didn't expect that he was right."

Fang Cheng looked a little sad. Fang Hui said, "You can't take the Taoist priest's words seriously. That incident was probably an accident."

Fang Hui immediately added, "Oh, I heard about this from your son and daughter."

Fang Cheng nodded, "Accident?"

The two of them fell silent. Fang Hui didn't know what to say. He could only hold the coffee and sip it pretentiously, and occasionally glance at Fang Cheng.

He found that Fang Cheng's black hair had turned white at some point, his temples were completely white, his face had many more wrinkles, and his eyes were filled with suppressed sadness.

The joints of Fang Cheng's hand holding the cup were obvious, and the skin on it was no longer as shiny as before, and looked wrinkled. In just one month, Fang Cheng lost a lot of weight.

Fang Hui felt even more uncomfortable when he thought that this was all because of him. Now he couldn't even accompany her.

A carp jumped out of the koi pond in the corner of the yard. Fang Cheng's eyes fell on it and he slowly said: "My Xiao Hui also loved to accompany me to go fishing. Although he rarely got up early in the morning, he would get up at five or six in the morning to accompany me to go fishing. However, he would start to doze off when we got there."

He looked at Fang Hui and said: "Xiao Jiang, do you like fishing?"