I open a restaurant in Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 454: Shepherd Dog? Challenging the King's Authority

The ghost realm in white fog has clear boundaries.

The situation inside was not clear from the outside, but Chen Qiaoyang had no intention of going in. "The store manager is indeed not a person of that era. He is very likely to exist in an earlier era than Zhang Xianguang and I. Could he be from the same era as Zhang Xianguang's father, or even at the same level?"

"No matter what, as long as Cao Yang and the others dare to come out, I must deal with them today! But I have too few ghosts at hand, which doesn't fit my identity as a ghost shepherd. I don't know how many of these guys who have crossed the line are there... Wait! I seem to have missed something."

"If I remember correctly, Zhang Xianguang is only eleven years old now. He hasn't become a ghost rider yet, right? Hehe!"

Traveling to the past, regardless of whether you can change history, but at least one thing is certain, that is, you can see some people in the past.

Chen Qiaoyang was once a follower of Zhang Xianguang, but he was not as pure as Nie Yingping, Du Hong, and Zhang Ying. Otherwise, after the failure of the Peach Blossom Spring plan in Shuangqiao Town, he would not have betrayed Zhang Xianguang so decisively and switched to the Peace Hotel.

But from this aspect, he is still quite pure, that is, he will only follow the strong and is a pure admirer of the strong.

Despite this, he was also very clear that he was still some distance away from Zhang Xianguang. Without the ability to borrow the power of the "store manager" for the time being, he could not stand in front of Zhang Xianguang openly.

But here, it doesn't seem impossible.

Chen Qiaoyang was excited and wanted to teach Zhang Xianguang how to be polite, but he still had to keep an eye on Cao Yang and let the boy know what he could and could not say.

He is not qualified to stand in front of the "store manager" and cannot beat Zhang Xianguang, but that does not mean he will continue to be intimidated when facing juniors like Cao Yang.

The ghosts that had rushed into the white fog ghost domain before did not come out, and he did not continue to send ghosts in. He just left a few ghosts waiting near the white fog ghost domain. Through the supernatural powers of the ghost herders and using blood as a guide, he let these ghosts immediately tell him the news when Cao Yang and his companions came out.

Chen Qiaoyang led the remaining ghosts to sweep the surroundings. "After we deal with Cao Yang and the other ignorant young men, we will go to Shuangqiao Town to find Zhang Xianguang."

This was a good choice of his. At least Lin Yuan, who had been keeping an eye on him, didn't have to think of any other way to keep this guy.

Just like Taiping Ancient Town, in this virtual game, Lin Yuan has not yet completed the game map of Shuangqiao Town. "It seems that I have to let Shen Lin visit more places in the future. If they find out that the world is only as big as a city, it is likely to be exposed."

Lin Yuan is anchoring this era through games.

The memory of the characters of this era is the positioning and the anchor point, and players such as Cao Yang, Xiong Wenwen, Liu San, Wei Jing, Chen Qiaoyang, Boss Liu, the middle-aged woman, and the faceless man are the anchors thrown by Lin Yuan.

Anchoring the past through virtual games in the hope of reaching the era before he appeared in this world, avoiding a state similar to the resurrection of a ghost that would cause him to be lost in the past.

After several rounds of games, Lin Yuan has become more and more proficient.

Of course, what Lin Yuan did was not simply to go back to the past, but to completely imprint his own traces on the past. As long as he succeeded, he would not have to go through such trouble in the future, but would be able to return to the era that had already been imprinted at will.

But if you want to make the world map in the game more complete, you must use the white fog ghost domain to cover the corresponding real cities and areas.

"The Peace Hotel is already growing very fast, but if I overstimulate the White Mist Ghost Domain, it will probably lose balance again and affect my consciousness. I have to take it slow."

"The branch plan developed by He Yuelian under the influence of Zhang Xianguang can serve as a supplement to my plan. Using each branch as an anchor in reality, we can quickly increase the influence and terror level of the Peace Hotel. In cities with branches, we can achieve a balance with the expansion of the White Fog Ghost Domain to the greatest extent."

"The ghost herder's supernatural powers are quite good. As long as there are enough evil spirits and he has enough blood, he can achieve a snowball effect. There are already enough evil spirits in this world. If he really wants to control them all, Cao Yang and the others may not get any benefits. Wei Jing has also been restrained. It is not appropriate for him to dominate alone."

In the Peace Hotel in the game, Lin Yuan pretended to listen carefully to Cao Yang's description of real-life events, dutifully playing the role of an NPC, but he also did not neglect his duties as a GM.

Games are all about balance.

Lin Yuan doesn't want the era he is anchoring to become an era of complete chaos, so Chen Qiaoyang, who is currently developing the best, must be restricted and weakened.

It would be inappropriate to take out the evil spirits that were put into the game.

In this case, there are only two choices. One is to strengthen Wei Jing and let Wei Jing compete with Chen Qiaoyang. One is to be a ghost herder who can control evil spirits if the conditions are met. The other is a ghost catcher who can suppress evil spirits unconditionally.

Under the same conditions, the upper limit of the ghost messenger is obviously higher, and Wei Jing has more people on his side. If Wei Jing really wants to be strengthened, Chen Qiaoyang will feel too depressed and it is not suitable.

Then there is only the second option, which is to add new characters, and this option is naturally...

……

After several months, the owner of the manor returned to his own horrible manor, feeling a little dazed.

When he came back, the gardeners in the entire manor were completely excited. They were excited that someone was coming to take charge of them, as well as sad that they had been wronged during this period of time.

But the owner of the manor is not a good person.

To him, gardeners are replaceable. If one batch is missing, another batch will be put in place. They are treated like consumables.

Does a person care about the attitude of consumables?
However, from the mouths of these consumables, the manor owner also learned about the changes that had taken place in his own terrifying manor during this period of time.

Not long after he left the horror manor, a great terror suddenly enveloped the entire horror manor, and the horror manor was transformed on a large scale.

Of course, the core castle in the manor has not changed much, but the area outside the castle has changed.

What did this place look like originally?
The entire manor used to be immersed in darkness, but now, it has turned into a series of greenhouses, and there are unknown lights shining in from the roofs, illuminating the entire greenhouse with warm colors.

Moreover, the light will be adjusted according to time. There will be light during the day and it will be turned off at night, and the place will be covered with white fog.

A variety of crops were planted on the land near the former manor, including corn, grapes, tomatoes...but these crops grew very strangely, as if they had been deformed by some supernatural influence. For example, the corn stalks were yellow and dry, like a skinny arm standing in the soil, the leaves of the grape vines were withered, and the old vines looked like a shriveled and twisted corpse. Tomatoes grew vigorously, but the fruits were rotting and deteriorating, and there seemed to be a stench of corpses all around.

Among the crops, there were scary scarecrows. They were dressed in human clothes and straw hats, tied to a cross-shaped wooden frame, swaying slightly in the wind.

There are a lot of scarecrows, with at least hundreds of them surrounding the manor. These scarecrows are actually made from the skins of killed ghost riders or humans, and they have become the first line of defense against invaders.

But now?
In the eyes of the manor owner, everything is normal here now, but from the information he got from the gardeners, the manor owner knows that during the day, when the lights on the top of the greenhouse are turned on, everything becomes extremely normal.

Crops are crops.

A scarecrow is a scarecrow.

There is not anything weird or ominous. It is just an ordinary vegetable greenhouse without any supernatural existence.

"We are also restricted from going out. We have been thinking about looking for you all the time, but we are restricted from going out. Otherwise, how could we wait for you? You have to make the decision for us. I don't know who blocked the manor while you were away. It's a challenge to your majesty. We must..."

The tall, thin man with blue eyes and a high nose spoke in a tone of grievance and viciousness.

But before he could finish his words, the manor owner's cane hit him in the face, knocking him out, hitting him hard against the wall, and then falling to the ground.

Screams sounded.

The place where he was hit began to weather at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a short while, a living gardener had turned into a skeleton.

Only the shoulders and ankles remained intact, and they were still twisting, resisting the weathered gray.

A ghost-controlling gardener who controlled two evil ghosts was killed by the manor owner with one blow. Even the evil ghost after his death could not be revived and was directly suppressed.

This one strike made the remaining gardeners tremble in fear and dared not speak again.

The owner of the manor glanced at the crowd and said calmly, "All this is God's will. Now you, including me, are all God's people. If anyone dares to slander God's existence again, this will be his fate."

All the gardeners knelt down, not daring to resist.

The owner of the manor snorted coldly, pointed at the skeleton on the ground that was reviving and resisting, and said: "Pack it up, I will take it to offer to God tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."

A butler with an old face but meticulously combed white hair came out and deftly put the skeleton into a golden woven bag. His movements were extremely skillful, and it was obvious that he had done this countless times.

The owner of the manor glanced at the gardeners again, but his eyes did not seem to be looking at his subordinates. Instead, he looked like he was looking at cattle and sheep. Then he walked towards the depths of the manor.

Returning to his room, the manor owner sat on a chair and closed his eyes to rest.

"The landlord has gone back, and he will probably come to the store to shop in the future, but he cannot be credited to me. If God had not been there in person, it would have been impossible to call him over. I still need more credit, and need to do more things for God, so that my soul can ascend to the kingdom of God after death and live forever in the process of serving God. After all, where is the thing that God needs?" The owner of the manor began to ponder, but based on his understanding of the King's Organization, there were not many people like him and the landlord who stored many evil spirits.

Cowboy Simon barely counts as one.

Every bullet in his shotgun was a ghost, but alas, he was already dead, devoured by God’s guardian beast. Even the double-barreled shotgun and bullets became the spoils of God’s spokesperson on earth.

The book in the missionary's hand seemed to seal away a lot of evil spirits.

correct!

The owner of the manor suddenly thought of a king. "And the captain! He seems to have a ghost ship full of evil spirits. He has been lobbying everywhere for our support for his ghost ship plan. Can we let him drive the ship directly to the Peace Hotel? If so, then with so many sacrifices, the gods will definitely be satisfied, right?"

Thinking of this, the owner of the manor couldn't help but get a little excited.

But after looking at the sky outside the window, he did not act immediately. "The captain's whereabouts are secretive. If he doesn't show up, it will be difficult to find him. Besides, it is already night. My manor has been accepted by God into his kingdom on earth. It is a part of God's kingdom. I must follow God's schedule and rest at night."

Thinking this, the owner of the manor closed his eyes.

As an outlier, the owner of the manor was already past the age of sleeping, but in order to cater to the work and rest schedule of the god in his heart, he still closed his eyes, as if he was resting his mind.

However, he soon felt something was wrong, because when he opened his eyes again, the surrounding scenery had changed. It was no longer his horrible manor, but a forest.

It was no longer evening, but mid-afternoon, but despite this, the woods, which should have been filled with the chirping of insects and birds, were now completely silent.

"What is this place? Is this God's arrangement?"

The owner of the manor felt his own situation. The supernatural powers and supernatural weapons were still there, which meant that he was not in the Peace Hotel.

Because the Peace Hotel, as its name suggests, is all about peace.

Here, all means of force will be ineffective, including supernatural powers. As long as you abide by the rules of the Peace Hotel, there will be no danger.

"No one in the world can transfer me to another place silently. It must be God's guidance! I just don't know what God wants me to do?"

The owner of the manor was very confused and did not act rashly. Instead, he began to pray to the God in his heart, just like he did before he became a ghost rider, trying to get some response.

But the expected response did not come, instead some strange aura was felt.

He opened his eyes and turned his head to look in one direction. "Such a strong spiritual aura, it seems that there is a powerful guy here. It's great, I can go over and ask about the situation."

In the direction he was heading, Chen Qiaoyang was coming with more than forty evil spirits.

Chen Qiaoyang was feeling very proud at this moment, but he had also regained some of his rationality. "In my current state, I can't control any more ghosts, otherwise my body won't be able to hold on. I have to find a place to rest. With so many ghosts around me, I don't have to worry about anyone attacking me."

The power of the ghost herder is not absolute, otherwise he would not have coveted the magical pendulum clock in Old Wang's house and ended up losing himself in it.

But just as he stopped for a short while, the evil spirits outside were attacked.

Moreover, the attack was very fast and soon reached his location, which made him very alert. However, he did not make any extreme moves and just looked in that direction quietly.

Soon, a middle-aged man, about fifty years old and slightly old, appeared in sight.

His figure was shrouded in darkness, and he walked with heavy steps in the empty forest. With every step he took, he left behind a black footprint that was not his size, and strange footsteps gradually began to appear behind him.

There was only one footstep at the beginning, but as time passed, the footsteps behind him became more and more.

After just walking a short distance, the footsteps behind the old man became extremely dense, as if he was following countless people. What was strange was that there was clearly no one behind him, but different footprints began to appear one after another out of thin air. These footprints appeared because there were a lot of weeds on the ground, which were traces of being squeezed out.

He is like a leader, and all footsteps are following him.

"I thought the attackers were all useless, but I never thought there would be someone as terrifying as you. Well, always dealing with small fry does damage my image as a ghost herder. Now that someone decent has come, I will make you and the group of evil spirits around you my pets."

A bright smile appeared on Chen Qiaoyang's face, but within that smile were extremely cold eyes full of desire and covetousness.

The manor owner's eyes darkened.

Although he worshipped Lin Yuan as a god, he was still a powerful king in front of other people. Even though this was no longer his castle or his palace, he was still a king and no one could disobey him.

"Anyone who disrespects me will become a ghost and submit to me, following me forever. Although your mouth is a bit foul, your strength is not bad, so I will grant you the honor of submitting to me and following me."

The owner of the manor originally wanted to ask about the situation, but now that Chen Qiaoyang has provoked him, he naturally would not say anything more. Even when the other party becomes his ghost, he will still be able to get the information he wants.

"Hahahaha! What an arrogant guy! Come on! Let's see who dies first!"

Countless amounts of blood flowed from Chen Qiaoyang's hands again, twisting into a bunch of awkward handwriting, and then turned into sticky blood again, flowing into the bodies of all the evil spirits.

At this moment, the evil spirits' killing patterns were temporarily changed.

Regardless of whether the killing pattern was triggered or not, this group of evil spirits with different killing patterns all began to attack the manor owner. However, all the attacks were blocked in mid-air when they reached the manor owner, and they could not get close at all.

Only under the reflection of some ghostly spirits can one see the outlines of human figures intertwined with each other, as if forming a thick wall blocking the manor owner on all sides, like a layer of spiritual protection shield, the kind that is all-round and cornerless, making it impossible for anyone to cross it. Since it is a spirit, it will be blocked.

"If this is all you can do to counterattack, then unfortunately, you will die a miserable death soon." The corner of the manor owner's mouth showed a cold smile, and there was a bit of cruelty in the smile.

Chen Qiaoyang's heart sank. "How can a ghost rider control so many evil spirits? The evil spirits I control are special, so I have the ability to control other evil spirits. And this foreign guy, is he controlling a sheepdog?"

However, the owner of the manor did not give Chen Qiaoyang more opportunities to guess.

He walked towards Chen Qiaoyang. The dense footsteps around him fell back. The whole forest seemed to be shaking. Countless dead souls and evil spirits emerged and blocked the surroundings.

Chen Qiaoyang is a ghost herder and is very sensitive to evil spirits and supernatural beings.

As he looked around, he saw countless terrifying figures gathering together. The dense ghosts blocked everything around them. There were walls on all sides, even above his head and under his feet.

It was like a cage that enveloped him.

But because there were four terrifying evil spirits surrounding him, the supernatural power contained in the cage could not break through at all, but this also made Chen Qiaoyang's face look very ugly.

"I have met a colleague, and one who is stronger than me. But it is still far from enough to kill me with this method!"

Chen Qiaoyang's expression finally changed, but he still did not choose to give up.

His biggest advantage was gone. All the evil spirits he had controlled before had been swallowed up by the manor owner's spiritual power and did not cause much trouble.

But his foundation has never been those little ghosts who were controlled by him, but the four ghosts around him, and... himself, Chen Qiaoyang!
"Let me see if you are qualified to control so many evil spirits!"

Blood was gushing out, and Chen Qiaoyang did not hold back.

His blood spread over the four corpses around him and flowed towards the spirits in the nearby bound space. These spirits were quickly infected and then flowed around.

But after a while, a passage surrounded by bloody corpses was formed. Chen Qiaoyang moved forward in the passage towards the direction of the manor owner.

"That's interesting. You can actually snatch my subjects? You want a king-to-king fight? I also want to see if you are qualified to stand in front of me and challenge my throne!"

A black cane appeared in the manor owner's hand at some point, and the cane outlined many hideous and terrifying human faces.

This walking stick is extremely heavy. Just lightly tapping the ground will shatter it directly. It is also the most terrifying supernatural weapon in the hands of the manor owner.

He did not take the initiative to greet Chen Qiaoyang, which was his pride as a king.

As a king, he is waiting for the challenger to come, and he will also use his strength to defeat this ignorant challenger, telling everyone a truth:
When the king comes to ask for directions, it is best not to show off, otherwise, the consequences will be unpredictable!
Chen Qiaoyang was getting closer and closer to the owner of the manor. The flesh and blood channels in front of him kept forming, while the flesh and blood channels behind him kept collapsing.

In this battle, victory means life, defeat means death!

(End of this chapter)