Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Go to the Taoist Priest

He thought he was dazzled, and reached out to wipe the dust off, but his finger went straight through the marble.

Fang Hui screamed and retracted his hand. He was frightened and his heart was pounding.

But he soon came to his senses. Wasn't he a ghost? Wasn't it normal that he couldn't be reflected in the marble?

After figuring it out, Fang Hui let out a long breath, waved his hand in front of him, then walked away a few steps and suddenly jumped back. He found that he really couldn't be reflected in the marble. He found it novel and a little fun.

After repeating this several times, he saw a child eating a lollipop on the side of the road staring at him.

The child tugged at the sleeve of an adult next to him: "Dad, dad, there is a strange brother over there."

Social death.

Fang Hui coughed quickly, tidied his clothes and hairstyle, and walked away as if nothing had happened.

The adult looked in the direction the child was looking, then picked up the child and said, "Baby, you are seeing things, there is no one there, let's go, we will go find mom."

"But..." The child felt very strange, that strange big brother was not far away, why did Dad say there was no one there?

Fang Hui lowered his head and hurried into the gate of the community. The security guard at the gate did not stop him, so he walked straight to the residential building where the Taoist priest lived.

Several children ran up from behind him while playing and were about to bump into him. Fang Hui could not dodge and could only wait to be bumped into.

But the children did not bump into him, but passed through his body.

Fang Hui stood there in a daze. The feeling of an object passing through his body was very strange.

The sun was scorching above his head. He had no time to think about anything else. He squinted his eyes and walked towards the residential building.

He was in trouble when he entered the elevator. He couldn't press the elevator button.

His fingers were almost broken from pressing the elevator button, but he still couldn't press it.

He stomped his feet in anger and cursed.

He thought he could float around like those ghosts, but he bumped into the wall.

There was even a bump on his head.

Since he could come into physical contact with other objects, why couldn't he press the elevator button?

Although the Taoist priest's house was on the 9th floor, Fang Hui didn't even want to climb to the 3rd floor, let alone the 9th floor.

While he was standing in the elevator staring at the elevator button in a daze, some residents came in. He could only stand in the corner of the elevator and stare at the residents going in and out according to their own floors.

Why don’t they press the 9th floor? Doesn’t anyone go to the 9th floor? Why don’t you press 9! Press 9! Ahhh!

Okay, okay, don’t press 9, you press the 10th floor, I can just walk down from the 10th floor!

...Okay, okay, press the 8th floor, the 7th floor is fine...Is it okay for me to climb the stairs? !

He stood in the elevator staring at the people coming in and out, his eyes almost popped out.

But no one pressed the 9th floor, Fang Hui began to wonder if there was one elevator per household here?

Don't do that...

After sitting in the elevator for who knows how many times, Fang Hui felt like he was going to vomit. He squatted in the corner, staring at the elevator door that opened and closed.

Despite this, he was still unwilling to climb the stairs.

At this time, an old man finally walked in. He was about seventy years old, fat, with gray hair on his temples, kind eyes, and very energetic.

The old man had his hands behind his back, and a chicken was tied to the end of the rope in his hand.

"So ugly..." Fang Hui muttered.

He had never seen such an ugly chicken. Not only was it skinny, but its feathers were also very messy, especially its eyes, one eyeball looked to the left, and the other eyeball looked to the right, revealing wisdom everywhere.

It was unknown whether the rooster heard Fang Hui's voice, but it suddenly turned its head to stare at him, then clucked and pounced towards Fang Hui.

"Ah!" Fang Hui did not expect to be attacked by a rooster, so he quickly held his head with one hand and tried to drive it away with the other.

The rooster flapped its wings and pecked at Fang Hui's head, and its sharp beak made Fang Hui scream.

"Stop pecking, stop pecking! You dead chicken!" Fang Hui circled in the elevator, but it was too narrow here and he could not dodge at all.

The rooster heard him scolding itself, so it simply flew onto his back, grabbed its back with its claws, and pounced at Fang Hui's head with its sharp beak.

The old man uttered a sigh, not knowing what had suddenly gone wrong with his rooster. He quickly reached out and grabbed the rope tied to the rooster's neck: "Hey, hey... stop flailing around..."

In the end, the old man held the rooster's neck, and the rooster finally calmed down.

The elevator was already full of chicken feathers, and Fang Hui's hair had been pecked into a nest.

He touched his head, and his face was scratched by the rooster's claws. It was aching all over, and he couldn't help but take a breath of cool air.

"It hurts..."

The old man controlled the rooster and looked back at the ground. Fang Hui happened to meet his line of sight, but the old man turned his head away.

Then the old man took the rooster out of the elevator. Fang Hui covered his head and looked at the elevator display: 9th floor.

He didn't care about the headache, and happily followed him out of the elevator.

After getting out of the elevator, he realized that there were two households on this floor, so it was a pity that no one had come to the 9th floor for a long time.

The door on the right opened, and a timid little head poked out.

It was a little girl with two ponytails, holding a rag doll in her arms, and she was estimated to be about four or five years old.

The little girl looked outside, her eyes fell on the old man, and she called sweetly: "Grandpa Ning."

"Hey, Xiaoyu, are you home alone?" The old man replied with a smile.

The little girl called Xiaoyu nodded: "Dad and Mom haven't come back yet."

"Xiaoyu is so good, have you eaten lunch?" The old man touched Xiaoyu's little head.

"I've eaten it." Xiaoyu looked at the rooster, then looked at the old man, "Grandpa Ning, can I touch it?"

"Yes, yes, come." The old man held the rooster in front of Xiaoyu.

Fang Hui saw Xiaoyu stretch out her little hand and gently touch the ugly rooster's neck. A happy smile appeared on the girl's face.

After touching it for a while, the old man stood up and said, "Xiaoyu, grandpa is leaving. Can you take it to play with Xiaoyu another day?"

"Okay." Xiaoyu nodded reluctantly, then waved to the rooster, "Bye-bye rooster, cluck."

"Cluck." The rooster clucked twice as if responding to her.

The old man walked to the door next to him with his hands behind his back and pressed the combination lock of the door.

"Click", the door opened.

Fang Hui stood at the elevator door. He noticed that Xiaoyu was looking at his direction with his peripheral vision. He turned around with some confusion. Xiaoyu saw him looking at him and immediately closed the door with a "bang".

Fang Hui: ...

He was speechless and did not forget what he came here for. He remembered that the light said that the Taoist's room was 902.

He glanced at Xiaoyu's room number, 901.

It can't be such a coincidence... Fang Hui thought and turned to the room the old man went in. The house number on the door was indeed "902".

He stood at the door of the room and sighed. The old man did not close the door tightly after entering. Fang turned around and walked in.

He wanted to knock on the door, but now he really couldn't knock, so there was no need.

This is a house of more than 100 square meters, with three bedrooms and two living rooms.

The room is bright and clean, and there is no dust in the room. In front of the large projection TV is a PS5 console, and there is a controller next to it.

On the right is the dining room. There is a vase on the round dining table with a few sunflowers in it, and the flowers are in full bloom.

There are no talismans, altars, incense candles, gods and so on. It doesn't look like a Taoist priest's home at all.

Fang Hui stood at the door and saw the ugly rooster cluck, walk towards the balcony of the living room, and lower his head to eat.

"Xiao Lan, someone is looking for you!" The old man walked to the door of a room and knocked.

After a minute, the door opened and Fang Hui saw a young man with shoulder-length hair, about the same age as himself, probably also a college student.

He was tall and slender, with deep eyebrows, a straight nose and thin lips.

To other people, this man was a typical handsome man.

To Fang Hui, this man was more handsome than himself and was classified as a pretty boy.

And seeing his blurry eyes, it seemed that he had just woken up and was still yawning.

"Someone is looking for you." The old man pointed to the door.

Fang Hui's heart suddenly tightened. He looked at the young man, and the young man also looked at him.

Soon, the young man retracted his gaze and said to the old man: "Who is looking for me?"

"How do I know who it is? Ask him yourself." After that, the old man turned around and walked towards the kitchen. The

young man yawned and walked towards the door. Fang Hui stood there and didn't dare to move. He clenched his hands nervously.

But the young man stuck his head out and glanced outside, then reached out and closed the door: "Grandpa, where is the person?"

Hearing him say this, Fang Hui's heart sank.

No way, this person can't see me?

Then he is still a Taoist priest?

Don't panic, maybe it's not him, and I don't know if he is Ning Helan.

"Grandpa, who did you meet?" The young man leaned lazily at the kitchen door with his hands folded.

The old man poured the leftover rice into the rice cooker, pressed the reheat button and said, "I don't know who he is, I just saw that he was beaten up badly."

Fang Hui: ... This should not be talking about me.

"Just now I was in the elevator, and our chicken also beat him up." The old man said.

Fang Hui: ... Well, it is indeed talking about me.

"The rooster hit someone?" The young man was obviously a little surprised, and turned his head to glance at the rooster eating there, "The rooster is good, with its small body..."

"I think that person should be looking for you..." The old man said and glanced at the door, and saw Fang Hui still standing there, "He is still standing at the door now."

This old man can see him, Fang Hui is sure now.

"There is no one at the door, Grandpa, don't make fun of me." The young man didn't believe it at all, and stretched out his hand to touch his hair.

"Ning Helan! I'm talking to you seriously!" the old man said solemnly.

Fang Hui's heart shuddered when he heard the name. This person was really Ning Helan.

But Ning Helan looked very innocent. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the gate again.

The old man looked at Ning Helan and sighed for a long time: "Forget it, it's not your fault. Go wash up and get ready for dinner."

Hearing the old man say this, Ning Helan went to wash up in slippers.

Fang Hui frowned, wondering if this person was joking. Was he pretending not to see him?

So he followed him to the bathroom. Ning Helan was brushing his teeth and washing his face. Fang Hui stood behind him stealthily.

First he waved his hand in front of Ning Helan, but there was no response. Then he poked him, but there was still no response. Finally, he put his face right in front of him, but there was still no response.

Watching Ning Helan washing his face and doing his own things normally, Fang Hui kept muttering in confusion in his heart.

How could this person not see him? Are you kidding?