Chapter 706: Night accompanied by ghostly voices, Yan Fu Gui

Yanglao Xiaoyuan.

Midnight, the early hours.

Moonlight gloomy, cold wind whistling.

Yi Zhonghai lay alone on the bed, asleep.

In a daze, he felt someone calling him.

"Eldest uncle, eldest uncle.........."

The voice floated and swayed, seeming near yet not near, far yet not far, both clear and vague, mingling with the rustling wind, both mournful and strange.

At first Yi Zhonghai paid no heed to these sounds; he was half‑awake, half‑asleep, caught between sleep and wakefulness, dazed and weary.

The voice's owner seemed to feel it had no effect, so the voice grew louder and clearer.

"Eldest uncle, eldest uncle.........."

Still dazed, Yi Zhonghai jolted awake.

Yan Fu Gui?

His whole body tensed; hadn't he left?

This voice?

"Eldest uncle, eldest uncle.........."

This was unmistakably Yan Fu Gui's voice.

The voice was fleeting yet mournful.

"Eldest uncle, eldest uncle, have you seen my wife.........."

This time the voice was even clearer.

Yan Fu Gui.

San Da Ma?

Hadn't they left long ago?

Beep beep beep..........

From outside the door came a knocking sound..........

"Eldest uncle.........."

"Open the door, I have something to ask you.........."

Fear and despair surged together in his heart.

Thud thud thud..........

His heart pounded like a hammer.

Hoo… hoo..........

His breathing came in ragged gasps, as if something were stuck in his throat.

"Eldest uncle.........."

A surge of heat flowed from his crotch.

"Ah.........."

A shriek tore through the darkness..........

"Help, help.........."

"Fang Fang, help.........."

Creak, clang, patter..........

Next door someone got up, switched on the light..........

Soon a middle‑aged woman in pajamas pushed the door open and ran in.

"What's wrong, what's wrong.........."

A beam of light pierced the darkness.

Curled at the foot of the bed, the trembling Yi Zhonghai appeared in the light.

"Uncle Yi, what's wrong, what's wrong?"

The woman was extremely anxious, as if her own son had been beaten.

Yi Zhonghai, trembling, peered through his fingers at the room.

No one was there, no Yan Fu Gui..........

Only then did he calm himself a little.

"Fang Fang, Fang Fang, there's a ghost.........."

"Ah.........."

Hearing this, the woman leapt onto the bed in an instant, then looked behind her in panic.

Finding nothing, the woman finally breathed a sigh of relief, then complained a bit.

"Uncle Yi, this joke isn't funny at all."

She didn't notice Yi Zhonghai's cold sweat pouring off him, as if he'd been fished out of water.

Yi Zhonghai trembled.

"Really, really, I'm not lying to you."

"Just now I heard Yan Fu Gui's voice."

The woman let out a hiss, then shrank back onto the bed, pressing close to Yi Zhonghai.

"Uncle Yi, you mustn't scare me."

Yi Zhonghai was about to cry.

It's true, I didn't lie to you.

Look at my current appearance—does it look like I'm lying to you?

The woman then saw clearly that Yi Zhonghai was drenched in sweat all over.

"Yi Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

Yi Zhonghai said, trembling.

"Scared."

Hearing it, the woman's body shuddered and her face turned pale.

"Yi Uncle, it can't be true, can it?"

Yi Zhonghai, embarrassed, lifted the blanket.

"Fang Fang, I've wet the bed."

"Ah……"

The woman looked, and indeed the bed was completely wet.

A smell of urine followed.

The woman, highly professional, immediately said.

"Yi Uncle, wait a moment—I'll get you changed right away."

Yi Zhonghai got out of bed trembling, then anxiously looked around; indeed he found nothing abnormal.

That sound is gone now.

Everything seems to have returned to normal.

He then felt much more at ease.

Turning his head, he saw Fang Fang had already tidied up the bedding, then took out a fresh set and laid it out.

It was now midnight; the woman wore pajamas, still a silk pajama without pants.

As she bent over busy, everything was exposed.

Yi Zhonghai's fear instantly dissipated by half.

And then it was filled with excitement.

A man dies young.

His eyes were slightly red, glowing.

After the woman finished tidying up, she turned back, and Yi Zhonghai then withdrew his gaze.

He trembled, hesitating...

"Yi Uncle, why haven't you gone to wash up yet?"

Yi Zhonghai's face flushed slightly; he said shakily.

"Um, I, I, I'm afraid."

The woman chuckled.

"Yi Uncle, you're scaring yourself."

"Quickly wash up and go to sleep."

Yi Zhonghai just wouldn't move.

"Fang Fang, I'm scared, Fang Fang I'm scared."

He seemed to have had his courage shattered, weak and helpless.

The woman had no choice; she comforted, "I'm right at the door—rest assured, I won't leave."

Only then did Yi Zhonghai, with the woman's support, walk toward the bathroom.

Upon reaching the door, he again refused to go in, no matter what.

Pitifully.

"I'm scared, I really am scared—can I skip washing? I'll wash tomorrow daytime; I will definitely wash."

He seemed to have suffered a great injustice.

The woman called Fang Fang supported him as he went in.

"I'll watch you—that should be fine, right?"

When Yi Zhonghai had broken hands and feet, she had attended to him; there was nothing she hadn't seen.

She didn't mind at all.

Only then did Yi Zhonghai walk in.

After entering, he still delayed taking action.

"Fang Fang, I'm embarrassed—otherwise let's not wash."

It's come to this; the woman didn't nag anymore.

She squatted down, gave a tug, and took off his clothes.

"Alright, hurry up and wash."

Saying that, she turned on the spray, adjusted the temperature, and handed it to him.

Only then did Yi Zhonghai say, ashamed.

"Sorry, I'm useless—I've let you suffer."

Saying that, he actually started crying, crying while washing.

The woman also had to comfort him.

"Alright, alright, there's no grievance."

"We're just doing this kind of work."

Yi Zhonghai clumsily washed himself clean.

The woman took a towel, wrapped it around him, then, yawning, helped Yi Zhonghai to the bed.

She covered him with a blanket, then got up intending to leave.

"Uncle Yi, go to sleep, I'm going to sleep too."

Yi Zhonghai reached out and grabbed her arm.

"Don't leave, I'm afraid......"

This time the woman wouldn't indulge him.

"Uncle Yi, stop being suspicious and imagining ghosts; there's nothing ghostly there, it's all you deceiving yourself."

"Let's sleep with the light on; then we won't be afraid."

She said, straining to break free of Yi Zhonghai's hand.

Yi Zhonghai clung desperately, refusing to let go, pleading.

"Don't go, don't go, I'm afraid, there really are ghosts......"

"I'm really not lying to you."

The woman was getting a little angry.

"Even if there are ghosts, it's not our duty."

"A man and woman alone—what will others think? If my husband finds out, he'll kill me."

"Uncle Yi, I can't help you; otherwise tomorrow, have your daughter, grandson, and granddaughter come to attend to you."

"I can't do it this way."

"Earn a little hard-earned money, yet have to risk my reputation, and still do what?"

"Let go......"