I open a restaurant in Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 361 Ghost Bank

In the Ghost Street, most of the ghost riders who stayed behind went into the shops that interested them, and they would not come out again until they were sure that the danger was over.

Those who were unwilling to follow the town's arrangements had already left on their own.

But the town will naturally not be responsible for their life or death.

We are all adults and must be responsible for our own choices.

He Liansheng brought the news of Cao Yang's coming back to Lao He. Lao He pondered for a while and said, "You can handle this matter. I still have to entertain guests."

guest?

He Liansheng was slightly startled, and then he realized that there was another person in the ancestral hall, who was Lin Yuan, the manager of the Peace Hotel mentioned by Boss Liu.

After He Liansheng left, Old He said, "Ah Sheng is a little impatient, but he has a good personality. I don't know where Boss Lin's Peace Hotel is. If there is a chance in the future, I will ask Ah Sheng to visit it."

"Let's talk about this later. There'll be a chance."

It is very easy to go to the Peace Hotel. You can take the ghost bus or use the supernatural advertisement in his hand, but that only works in reality.

This is a virtual game world, what a pity.

Seeing this, Old He no longer insisted and took Lin Yuan out of the ancestral hall, walked on the deserted ghost street, and soon arrived outside the ghost bank.

On both sides of the money house, there were still two white lanterns hanging, as well as some white cloth and paper curtains, indicating that the family was still in mourning.

Lao He didn't rush to knock on the door, but asked to one side: "Senior, why are you here?"

"Just looking around. I was planning to go back if there was nothing else. This person should be the owner of Peace Hotel, Mr. Lin. Nice to meet you." The old man bowed.

Is this the way of greeting in this era or in the last era?

Lin Yuan looked at the old man and responded in the same way, "Mr. Luo is also interested in this bank?"

"No, I'm very interested in you, Boss Lin." The old man did not hide his thoughts at all, "Besides, Boss Lin knows me?"

Lin Yuan nodded.

He naturally knew the old man in front of him, the owner of the Endless Cemetery, Luo Qian!

In reality, Luo Qian's body has been preserved as the control core of the Endless Cemetery in the basement of the Peace Hotel and has become a part of the Peace Hotel.

Unlike Meng Xiaodong, Zhang Bohua, Li Youhong and Li Qingzhi, Luo Qian is completely dead. He is also not like Luo Wensong, whose puzzle is extremely incomplete and can be completely eroded by the Peace Hotel and forcibly incorporated into his own puzzle.

This is what is so scary about the Peace Hotel.

The hotel has a high tolerance for puzzles. As long as the supernatural things are barely related to the hotel, they can be forcibly included as pieces of the puzzle to complete the hotel's own supernatural things.

This is also one of the reasons why Luo Qian’s image is so perfect in this virtual game world.

Otherwise, He Liansheng and Boss Liu's memories alone would not be able to achieve this.

"Perhaps, I should go to Baishui Town to have a look? The supernatural there can completely replicate a nearly real world, which is more applicable than Shen Lin's supernatural which has a limit."

Luo Qian is very interested in Lin Yuan.

His era has passed. Now he is an old man in his forties and he still has many decades to live.

the most important is.

The existence that could truly be called a god in their time was still there, and together with them, he had been suppressing this era.

This is also the reason why there are fewer and fewer supernatural incidents nowadays and the lives of ghost hunters are becoming safer.

In the endless cemetery that he suppressed, there were spirits in the soil. As long as he was not dead, no ghost could crawl out from it, so there was no need to worry about losing control.

Besides, if he encounters someone or something that interests him, he will naturally not miss it.

Lin Yuan gave him a very strange feeling. He seemed to be extremely strong, yet also seemed to be just an ordinary person. He certainly didn't think that Lin Yuan was an ordinary person.

There is only one explanation:
Lin Yuan, very strong!
He is at least a strong man of the same level as him, and may even be more terrifying than him.

Such a terrifying existence, and the Peace Hotel, he had never heard of it in decades. How could he not be interested in it?
Hearing that Lin Yuan was interested in the money house, he stayed and prepared to visit the money house together.

"After all, there is leucorrhea at home, and it would be a bit impolite for us to visit like this. Lao He, what gifts did you bring when you first visited your home?" Lin Yuan asked.

Old He didn't expect that Lin Yuan, who almost wanted to break into the bank last night, would be so sensible at this moment and even want to give gifts?

But since people have mentioned it, Lao He won't refuse.

"If Boss Lin is interested, he can just give one or two supernatural items as a gift."

Lin Yuan nodded to show that he understood.

Lao He went forward and knocked on the door.

Bang~! Bang~! Bang~!

boom!boom!
Three things?

This knock on the door sounds a bit unlucky.

However, Luo Qian did not express any objection. Perhaps this was the rule of this era, so Lin Yuan did not express any objection either.

Squeak!

A piece of the wooden door panel was removed, but the light from the ghost street could not enter. It was still pitch black inside. One could only vaguely see a brazier in the house, burning paper.

Thick smoke surrounded the room and did not come out from the opened exit.

The dark money house seemed to form a small world, completely isolated from the outside world, but at the door, a figure was standing there quietly.

The dead eyes stared at Lao He calmly, and his voice was low and hoarse, "You have already taken her away, what are you still doing here, do you want to drive me out of town?"

Lao He said in a deep voice: "You know what happened after her death. If you really leave it in the town, it would be irresponsible to everyone. When Lao Qian handed the bank to you, we were all there, and we..."

"Since when did the necromancer start reminiscing about the past?" the man interrupted Lao He coldly.

Lao He's expression also turned cold. "Since you don't want to listen, then I won't say anything. These two, one is Senior Luo Qianluo, and the other is Boss Lin Yuanlin, the owner of the Peace Hotel. They heard about your family's affairs and came here to express their condolences."

The man said, "I remember I said that no one is welcome during these seven days, including you."

"Xiao Qian, you are so rude." said Lao He.

The man called Xiao Qian sneered a few times and was about to close the door, but a hand suddenly reached out and blocked the door panel.

At the same time, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the dark room.

It was still very dim, but I could see everything in the room clearly.

This is a pawnshop-style house from decades ago. In the small space outside the counter, there is a spirit tablet, a black coffin, and a wooden basin.

There was paper burning in the wooden basin. Although the flame was blazing, it did not have much impact on the basin.

Xiao Qian's body was also reflected. He was a middle-aged man in his early thirties. His appearance could even be described as handsome, but his face was pale and there were even faint corpse spots on it.

Seeing this scene, Lao He's face changed completely, and he said sternly: "Xiao Qian, do you know what you are doing?"

"Ah!"

Xiao Qian sneered and looked at Lin Yuan solemnly, "Boss Lin, right? I can let you in, but only you. I just don't know if you have the courage."

"Okay. Lao He, Lao Luo, I'll go in and talk to Xiao Qian first. Thank you."

Although he said "thank you", his confidence and strength made it impossible to refuse, and then Lin Yuan walked into the money house.

Snapped!
The door panel that was removed was closed again.

Luo Qian said: "It seems that there is a problem on your side as well. Don't tell me that this is also one of the reasons why you asked me to come here."

"Senior Luo, you misunderstood. We can handle Xiao Qian's matter. Boss Lin might need some time, so I'll take Senior Luo to have a look around. The last time Senior Luo came here was ten years ago. In the past ten years, there are more shops in the town. Maybe there are some small things that Senior Luo likes."

"Okay, I'll trouble you then."

Inside the bank, Lin Yuan had already walked to the brazier, looking at the dark coffin and then at the spirit tablet, "It's easy to catch fire like this."

Xiao Qian stumbled, and his originally bitter and resentful expression instantly became a little funny.

Lin Yuan said: "I am not the same kind of person as Lao He and the others. If you can convince me, maybe I can help you do something."

"It's useless. Maybe you are very strong, but there are many bosses here of the same generation as Lao He. If they join forces, even Luo Qian may not be able to leave the town." Xiao Qian said.

Are you afraid that you have some misunderstanding about Luo Qian's strength?
Luo Qian's body is there in reality, and Lin Yuan is well aware of how terrifying the supernatural power that Luo Qian controls is. Not to mention anything else, at least it won't be too difficult to turn Taiping Town into Taiping Tomb.

But Lin Yuan did not argue, "Looking at you, there will be no one to help you when something happens."

puff!
It sounded like something was stabbed by a knife.

Xiao Qian took a deep breath and said, "You are the owner of a restaurant and a businessman. You won't come here to help me redress my grievances for no reason. Tell me, what do you want?"

Lin Yuan didn't say anything, he just took out a three-yuan ghost money from his arms and threw it casually. The ghost money slowly floated in front of Xiao Qian.

Xiao Qian took the ghost money and did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

Because he has already sensed Lin Yuan's horror. This bank is his territory and is always shrouded in his spiritual influence and ghostly presence.

Even if Lao He came in, he would have to suffer. But just now, without knowing it, this boss named Lin Yuan actually completely invaded. Although only the ghost domain in the front hall was suppressed, it did not mean that Lin Yuan did not completely replace his own strength, but that he really valued himself.

"Is this ghost money? No, no, this is not the ghost money I made. It seems..."

Xiao Qian frowned tightly, as if he had encountered something that overturned his cognition. "May I ask, Boss Lin, where did you get this ghost money?"

No wonder Xiao Qian reacted that way.

In this world, there are absolutely no two identical ghosts, nor are there absolutely identical abilities. There are only similar ghosts or abilities.

Just like Li Qingzhi's ghost, after being dismembered, the supernatural powers displayed by the ghost head and the headless ghost were different, and it could even be said that they were completely different.

But the more similar the abilities are, the more likely they are to fill in each other's puzzle pieces.

If you can find your own puzzle piece and successfully master it, you can improve your strength and terror level.

This is the understanding of the modern paranormal community.

If Lin Yuan remembered correctly, the Republic of China period and this era that was most deeply and directly influenced by the ghost riders of the Republic of China should have taken the same path as the ghost riders of the Republic of China, developing the same supernatural power to the extreme, using the rules of the evil spirits themselves to create bugs, and becoming outliers.

Like a spiritualist.

He needs to die once and then be resurrected by forbidden means, and then use his identity as a "dead person" and the power of a necromancer to constantly summon his own souls, making himself an alien.

Xiao Qian's behavior at this time seemed a little unusual.

"I received this ghost money in a restaurant. It is a very special ghost money. It is because of it that I came to Taiping Town to trace its source."

Lin Yuan didn't lie.

If it weren't for the ghost money, he wouldn't have opened a virtual game in Taiping Town and used the same bug-exploitation method to create such a world.

Xiao Qian frowned even deeper. "I am the only one in this town who can make ghost money, and the ghost money I make..."

He didn't finish his words because that involved his psychic powers.

Lin Yuan was an uninvited guest here, and he actually invaded directly using the ghost realm. If Xiao Qian didn't feel that he was invincible, he would have taken action directly and turned Lin Yuan into ghost money. How could he be standing and chatting with Lin Yuan like he is now?
Lin Yuan glanced at Xiao Qian, then turned his gaze towards the spirit tablet and the coffin.

The coffin should have been made in a coffin shop. It was a black coffin, a coffin for ghosts to sleep in. However, Xiao Qian's wife should have been sent away.

The spirit tablet is also somewhat special. It looks like an ordinary spirit tablet, but it always gives people an extremely cold feeling.

It's very simple, with only a few words written on it:
[The spirit tablet of the deceased wife ***]

The font was blood red, and it looked like it was written in blood. The first and last names were blurred, as if there was a problem with the paint used in the engraving, and the characters had become a mess.

Overall, there is nothing unusual about it, but for a husband who loves his wife, it is very unreasonable that his wife's spirit tablet has become like this and has not been tidied up.

"Boss Lin seems very curious about my wife?"

At some point, Xiao Qian had stood behind Lin Yuan, and the room invaded by Lin Yuan was also being suppressed silently.

Thick darkness continued to surge in from the direction of the inner hall, as if to swallow everything.

As this darkness surged, Xiao Qian's originally normal expression gradually became cold and strange, as if he was about to transform from a human into... a ghost.

The darkness continued to encroach and soon submerged the lobby, but in Lin Yuan's eyes, it seemed that nothing had changed.

His perception seemed to be blocked.

Darkness began to erode Lin Yuan, starting from under his feet and constantly crawling up him... No, that was not darkness, but rather it was like a mass of extremely thick ink, still emitting a strange smell.

Lin Yuan moved his nose and said in surprise: "What a special fragrance. Is this your supernatural power? Ink? It does have something to do with the production of ghost money. What kind of ghost do you control? Is it a money printing machine?"

"You can still speak so easily now, it seems that you are really strong. But unfortunately, it's too late. Your whole body is covered with ink. You can only be used as my material and become my paper money." Xiao Qian's face was numb, like a ghost.

As he was speaking, the ink under his feet had already spread all over Lin Yuan's body, covering him completely.

The inks seemed to be alive, forming an ink-like patina on the outside of his body, and were constantly wriggling.

They seemed to have power and rushed towards the back room with Lin Yuan.

Xiao Qian did not leave. He still held the three yuan ghost money that Lin Yuan gave him. "It's exactly the same on the outside, but the power is a little different. Could it be related to you?"

He glanced at the black coffin, turned around and walked into the backyard.

Although this place has long been turned into a ghost street, it was originally an ordinary village and the houses built here are very typical.

There is a shop facing the outside in the front, a small courtyard in the back, and three rooms side by side, probably bedrooms and kitchens.

The ground and walls of the yard were all pitch black, or rather the color of ink, which looked very depressing and weird.

There are six half-person-high pottery jars against the wall.

After Lin Yuan was brought in by Mo Shui, he was put into one of the pottery jars. Everything went smoothly and there was not much resistance.

"The people that Lao He and his gang brought here seemed to be very serious. They were able to invade the store, so how did they get detained so easily?"

Xiao Qian was obviously confused. He looked at the ghost money in his hand and said, "It seems to be the descendant of some family. No matter what, once you come in here, don't think about getting out. But there is her scent on this paper money, I can't be wrong. Those old guys took her away, and I don't know where they buried her. Maybe I can use this to find her... No, no, if I go out now, those old guys will definitely stop me. I have to wait until night to act..."

After making a plan, Xiao Qian prepared to return to his room.

But he stopped as soon as he walked into the room, because a person who shouldn't be in this room appeared - Lin Yuan!
"You really do use a printing press to make ghost money. This should be an old item from the Republic of China period, right?"

Lin Yuan was standing next to a wooden table.

There was an old money printing machine on the wooden table, with a faint scent of ink on it. Lin Yuan fiddled with it for a while and then looked at the small amount of money at the door.

Xiao Qian's eyes were serious. "How did you escape? Or were you not restrained at all just now?"

"This is not important. Originally, I also wanted to play this game with you, but you didn't want to make ghost money, but instead wanted to wait until night to find your dead wife. This won't do. I am very interested in making ghost money. Why don't you show me a thing or two? Maybe if I'm happy, I can help you find your wife." Lin Yuan was very frank.

This world is fake.

This memory is derived.

However, if he can really make sense of it, then Lin Yuan can also try to really make a Republic of China banknote printing machine that can print ghost money.

After all, the wishing ghost is in his shop.

Simply wishing for a ghost is scary enough, but wishing for a money-printing machine that can make ghost money is probably going to be quite difficult.

But Lin Yuan can add more power. The power of the White Mist Ghost Domain is constantly expanding, and there is no place to use it, so he can make use of it.

"Ha! Your suggestion is very good. I will make it right away."

Xiao Qian nodded and pretended to walk towards the house, but just as he took a step, his whole body turned into a ball of ink and spread on the floor.

Lin Yuan frowned. "Sure enough, without sufficient memory support, there are too many uncertainties in finding bugs. And we can't change the 'plot' too casually, otherwise the memory world will collapse, which is not worth the loss."

At the same time, Xiao Qian had already escaped from the Ghost Bank and met Lao He, "You brought back a robber!"

Lao He was not angry at Xiao Qian's bad attitude.

Speaking of the matter of Xiao Qian's wife, these old people were indeed a bit tough and did not consider the feelings of the young people too much.

As an elder, do I have to be angry with the young man living on the same street?

However, "If Boss Lin really wanted to steal your things, you wouldn't be able to escape now. Is there any misunderstanding?"

Although these words were a bit hurtful, Xiao Qian was unable to refute them.

Although he did not use all his supernatural powers in the bank just now, he could not even trap Lin Yuan with the ink. So even if he tried his best, his success rate might not be very high.

"Let me go in with you and talk to Boss Lin to see if there is any misunderstanding."

"it is good."

Xiao Qian did not refuse. Today was the seventh day after his wife's death. He had already made some arrangements. Now with the ghost money given to him by Lin Yuan, he had a lot of things to do in the money house.

However, after the two went in, they could not find any trace of Lin Yuan, so they had to give up.

Meanwhile, information trading outside the old street continues.

As a "time traveler", Boss Liu knew more about players like Cao Yang, and was also very clear about where he had "traveled" to, so he did not interfere with He Liansheng's inquiries.

He Liansheng also used a few questions to get some fairly reasonable answers.

For example, Cao Yang’s background is a huge force called Headquarters, which has influence all over the country, and he is one of the top twelve people in this force.

After knowing the news, He Liansheng's tense heart relaxed a little.

"It seems that your organization called headquarters is not that good. The strongest person is only someone like you. No wonder it is not well-known."

In other words, Cao Yang is about to be resurrected as a ghost, and his emotions have been severely eroded, otherwise his expression would definitely be very rich.

"It's my turn. I want to know the information about the Peace Hotel and its manager."

He Liansheng said: "Okay."

He knew limited information about the Peace Hotel and the "store manager", and the deal was a good deal. However, Cao Yang was not disappointed, but was certain of one thing:
The history of Peace Hotel can be traced back to at least forty years ago!

"Your ghost is about to revive. Leave here. Considering the transaction just now went smoothly, this is my final advice to you. Otherwise, your body and your ghost will become some kind of commodity."

(End of this chapter)