I open a restaurant in Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 547: Win or Lose, Covering the Real with Falsehood

The appearance of another Lin Yuan made the white fog ghost domain that was blocked by Zhang Dong at the entrance of the bluestone path finally seem to have found a flaw and began to enter the Gengshen year.

But this is not enough, the efficiency is too slow.

Now that he has chosen to take action, Lin Yuan has no hesitation. He wants to overwhelm Zhang Dong here and there so that there will be no obstacles in his way!

Before the official fight, he had always been wary of Zhang Dong's strength and was more concerned about playing it safe.

But in this situation, Lin Yuan naturally would not think of giving in to seek peace. One after another, Lin Yuan walked out from the depths of the white fog.

And with their arrival, Lin Yuan's own supernatural powers began to accumulate to an extremely terrifying level.

In the Gengshen Year, Zhang Dong seemed to have no solution. He could only watch the white fog ghost domain rushing into his own time and space from beside him, but he could only ensure that the area within one meter around him would not be invaded by the white fog ghost domain.

The white fog ghost domain is like surging waves, and Zhang Dong in the Gengshen year is like a stubborn stone, rooted there. No matter how the white fog ghost domain washes away, he remains motionless.

"Lao Zhang, you are really strong, you are worthy of being the god on earth." Lin Yuan was very emotional.

Zhang Dong shook his head. "I am just a loser. How can I be called a god on earth? As for you, I really hope you can make it to the end, instead of destroying your foundation because of a loser like me."

The white fog ghost domain was originally very dense.

With the continuous supernatural power of an unknown number of Lin Yuans, the fog had become so thick that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. Lin Yuan, who was in the white fog ghost domain, seemed to have been assimilated and almost disappeared.

He was like the White Fog Ghost Realm and the Peace Hotel's supernatural powers, which had completely lost their balance and could no longer be reversed.

Even Lin Yuan's voice became extremely cold and emotionless. He no longer sounded like a human being, but more like a ghost, a wise and evil ghost.

"You're right. My current level is not good enough and I need to grow more. But my current condition is pretty good. I don't have the physical limitations of humans anymore. It feels like this..."

Lin Yuan's voice gradually became low and finally disappeared, which made Zhang Dong's expression change slightly. "Go back."

The voice was very soft, but it seemed to carry a strong sense of oppression.

At the same time, going forward from Lin Yuan's real time, at a certain time period of every month, Zhang Dong in the old house in the forest all stood up from the armchairs in the main hall, walked out of the room, and came to the front door.

The door was gently opened, and the two red lanterns hanging on the door were blown up by the wind when the door was opened, and instantly turned pale.

At the same time, wisps of mist began to appear outside the door.

The fog was condensing rapidly, and soon it became so thick that you could hardly see your hand in front of you. At this moment, Zhang Dong, who was behind the door, came out and walked into the white fog, with a red lantern in his hand. The lantern emitted a red light, which barely dispelled the white fog around him.

Zhang Dong walked in the white fog, moving forward all the time, until one moment he suddenly stopped and waved forward.

The thick white fog in front of him was like a pencil drawing being erased by an eraser. It quickly disappeared without a trace, and where the white fog disappeared, a bluestone path appeared.

The path was empty, there were no people or ghosts.

Moreover, this path seemed to come alive. After the white fog above dissipated, it continued to drill into the white fog beside it.

Zhang Dong walked up, but stopped immediately after taking one step. His step was like a nail, nailing the path there firmly, making it impossible to move.

Then he shook the red lantern in his hand, and a crisp bell rang.

Looking closely, I saw that there was a small bell hanging on the wooden handle of the red lantern.

The little bell was stained with many stains, and only in a few places could you see that its base color was golden.

The sound of bells rang and spread towards the bluestone path. The sound was very strange. It did not spread out like a normal sound. Instead, it gathered into a line and continued to move forward on the path, as if looking for someone.

Zhang Dong held a red lantern and rang the bell gently every ten seconds, and each bell sound was like the last, searching along the trail.

It didn't stop until it came to a seemingly special position, and then circled there.

There was nothing here, and there seemed to be nothing special. It was not until the sound of bells gathered to a certain number that a doubtful voice sounded with a sense of confusion: "Is this... the sound of bells?"

The next moment, the white mist around suddenly surged and gathered at the location where the bell sounded, and finally turned into a human form again, it was... Lin Yuan!
Lin Yuan's eyes were still somewhat dazed, as if he had lost his soul, until another bell rang and his consciousness finally returned completely.

Then he turned around and looked at the big red lantern not far away. He was silent for a long time and said, "Thank you."

……

At the junction of reality and the Gengshen Year, Lin Yuan suddenly opened his eyes. Although his body was no longer that of a normal person, he could not stop breaking out in cold sweat.

He felt a little scared, and looked at Zhang Dong who was still standing in front of him, and thanked him sincerely, "Thank you."

Zhang Dong shook his head and turned around. He was no longer in the suburbs of Dadong City, but had come to an old forest. There happened to be an old house not far away.

At the gate of the old house, Mr. Qin, born in the year of Gengshen, was waiting anxiously.

When he saw Zhang Dong coming back, he was about to speak when his eyes widened. He looked at the white fog ghost area that seemed to be separated by a world, and Lin Yuan who was standing on the edge of the white fog ghost area. His body tensed as if he had met a natural enemy.

"That's it for now," said Zhang Dong.

Lin Yuan nodded, he knew what Zhang Dong meant.

Before he becomes strong enough to travel to the Gengshen Year without being stopped by Zhang Dong, this passage will be blocked, preventing him from traveling.

He was not going to refuse and just regarded it as a reward for what he had just done.

He was too blind to borrow Meng Xiaodong's supernatural powers to lead himself here in different periods after his mysterious revival.

Thanks to his efforts, an acceptable balance has been reached between the Peace Hotel and the White Mist Ghost Domain, otherwise he would not have taken so many actions recently.

But there is still a gap.

And when Lin Yuan arrived one after another, even the smallest gaps added together could cause his Peace Hotel to be completely suppressed by the white fog ghost domain, causing it to lose balance, and then... the evil ghost would revive!
If Zhang Dong from a different period had not walked out of the ancient house and helped him suppress part of the white fog ghost domain, and through unknown means awakened his consciousness that was eroded by the white fog ghost domain due to the imbalance of the spiritual world.

Perhaps in the current Peace Hotel, there will be no manager Lin Yuan, but ghost Lin Yuan.

But despite this, he still wanted to fight for some conditions for himself, "Mr. and Mrs. Wang Lu, Meng Xiaodong, and Yang Xiaotian can go to the hotel freely."

Zhang Dong said: "Yes."

Lin Yuan nodded, without saying anything more, and finally left, and the white fog ghost domain disappeared completely... No, it did not disappear, it just required a special medium to see and touch it.

Old Qin can, his power involves time, so he can still see the white foggy ghost area that is stuck in place. This makes him alert but also very puzzled.

Just as he was about to ask, he saw Zhang Dong walking past him. He seemed... a little older.

Old Qin's heart skipped a beat and his eyes were filled with shock. Zhang Dong returned to the main room and sat down. He looked at the back of his hand on the armrest. There were many more age spots there and his vitality was rapidly fading, as if he had aged several years in an instant.

"What a terrifying power. The price paid this time was too high, and it only suppressed a small part of his supernatural power. Maybe next time, the result will not be the same."

Darkness is coming.

Zhang Dong's silhouette disappeared in the darkness. There was silence all around. One could only vaguely hear Zhang Dong's old and tired voice: "Are you the god of the world? I am unworthy of this..."

……

"Zhang Dong is really strong. It turns out that we should play it safe."

On the third floor of the Peace Hotel, in the study room that shouldn't exist, Lin Yuan's condition had recovered, and it was no different from before, as if the conflict just now had never happened.

He was impressed by Zhang Dong's power and terror.

But if he knew about Zhang Dong’s injuries after he returned, this filter of “God on Earth” would probably disappear, or at least be reduced a lot.

"There are too many things to do tonight. I'm a little tired. I need to take a rest... No, there is still one thing I haven't done. Oh, my life is so busy!"

……

Seeing Wang Lu and his wife, along with the two ghosts of the Wang family, entering Room 215, Liu Qingqing rubbed her brows with a headache and couldn't help complaining, "Okay, as long as you don't mind being crowded. Two people and two ghosts have to squeeze into one room. This is not the way to save money."

She had been in the Peace Hotel for so long, and whether it was when no one was staying at the hotel at the beginning or now, she had never seen anyone squeeze into one room with two people. There were a few stingy people in the headquarters who didn't even think about squeezing into one room at night. The Wang Lu family was a well-known family in Dadong City after all, but this was the result?
Sure enough, those who can give birth to a weirdo like Wang Cha Ling all have their own characteristics.

Long before Wang Lu's family, the ghost peddler was sent to Room 211, which was opposite the ghost catcher's Room 212.

After finishing what Lin Yuan arranged for her to do, she walked around the second floor, but did not see Lin Yuan. She could only pout and continue to guard the cashier counter on the first floor. This time, she fell into a deep sleep.

In the white fog, Li Qingzhi's heavy footsteps were still there, guarding the Peace Hotel at night. Apart from the invaders, even Liu Qingqing could hardly see his figure.

In room 215, Wang Lu and his wife sat on the bed with numb faces, while the two ghosts of the Wang family generation stood beside them, guarding them.

In addition to them, Lin Yuan was also there.

Late at night, in a quiet room, with a couple who were almost unconscious... Lin Yuan looked at her strangely, "My memories before the time travel have had a profound impact on me. I cannot tolerate these dross."

After muttering a few words, Lin Yuan opened his palms, and two balls of mist rolled into a ball. Some images could be vaguely seen rolling between the mists.

If you look closely, you can see that the protagonists of these pictures are Wang Lu and his wife, and many of them are things that happened in the virtual game.

In other words, it is the content that has already been recorded in "Wang Lu's Diary".

"The contents recorded in this diary rarely involve other ghost riders, so there is no need to worry about causing any major changes. However, since it has been anchored in a time and space, if you want to depict some more things in this time and space, you must follow the traces of history. It's a bit troublesome, but it's still within an acceptable range."

“I don’t need to spend a lot of time outlining the plot and story. I just need to make some changes in details at the right time, true and false, real and imaginary, and insert the anchor points I need into the traces of history one by one.”

"But the 40-year time interval is still too long. It needs to be shortened. Otherwise, the fluctuations in between will be too large, which may easily lead to uncontrollable changes."

Just like fixing a rope in mid-air, you need to tie the rope to the wooden stakes on the ground, and the interval cannot be too long, otherwise the middle part will fall down.

An appropriate distance must be controlled to ensure that the fixed rope is pulled straight enough and stretched tight enough so that it can be fixed securely enough.

While thinking, Lin Yuan stuffed the two memories into the bodies of Wang Lu and his wife.

The Wang Lu couple are already strong ghost riders, and their strength is at the captain level even now. In Wang Cha Ling's hands, they were too dull and could only display very little strength, but it is undeniable how terrifying they are.

If the souls of the dead who inherited their bloodline were added, their strength would exceed that of a captain. Otherwise, they would not have caused such a big stir in the supernatural circle back then and earned such a fierce reputation.

But this kind of strength was still not enough in front of Lin Yuan. Faced with the memories woven by Lin Yuan, they had no ability to resist at all and were forcibly implanted with these memories.

I don’t know how long it took, but the expressions in their eyes changed from struggle to calmness, then to numbness, and finally they regained their alertness.

"I didn't expect Boss Lin to be so powerful that he could really lead us to the Peace Hotel decades later. Compared to that year, the Peace Hotel has developed a lot, with more fish ponds, greenhouses, and even its own commemorative coins." The woman said with a wry smile.

Wang Lu nodded in approval, also with shock in his eyes. "It's a pity that we can't take back the memories here, otherwise... But you're probably wrong. Time is a river that keeps moving forward and cannot be reversed for us, but for Boss Lin, it should be in another form. Perhaps the real Peace Hotel has never existed in reality, but is outside of time. This can also explain why it has always existed, just like when I saw it as a child 20 or 30 years ago, it has hardly changed much."

"An existence that stands above time?" The woman thought for a moment and suddenly laughed. "This is an opportunity. At least we can see the future and see our future child to see how he is doing and to what extent the Wang family's bloodline has been passed down."

"You're right. With Boss Lin here, our Wang family shouldn't have to bear that heavy responsibility and inheritance anymore. We don't need to use our descendants to fight for an outcome like Yugong moving mountains. But this is their support to live a good life in the future without having to worry about being bullied." Wang Lu said.

The woman pursed her lips, glanced at the two dead souls of the Wang family, and whispered: "In fact, I think that Peace Hotel is the real support. You met Boss Lin when you were a child. At that time, you called him Brother Lin, and he didn't refuse. Maybe..."

"This one……"

Wang Lu was not thin-skinned, it was just that Lin Yuan's strength was completely beyond his understanding.

As far as he could remember, when he first met Lin Yuan, his parents, who were the most powerful people in his mind at that time, were also full of vigilance and fear towards Lin Yuan.

This made Wang Lu look at Lin Yuan as if an ordinary person was looking up at a mountain towering into the clouds.

However, the subsequent experience was also the memory of when he asked Lin Yuan for help more than half a year ago. He had already entered the supernatural circle and possessed terrible power. When he looked at Lin Yuan again, he had a feeling of a mayfly seeing the blue sky.

The pressure that mortals once felt when seeing mountains has disappeared, but the feeling of facing nature, facing the vastness of the world, although there is obviously no pressure at all, makes him unable to produce any other emotions.

Would any normal person think of becoming friends with God?

"It doesn't matter if you can't call me uncle. When we meet our son, I will let him call me uncle. Let's confirm the relationship first. If Boss Lin doesn't want to talk about it, anyway, with his personality, as long as it doesn't violate the store's rules, it means nothing. That's it."

The woman agreed immediately.

Looking at his wife with a solemn face, Wang Lu smiled helplessly and said, "Okay, let's do this for now. We'll talk about it after we see our son tomorrow morning. If he does a good job, then it's fine..."

Woman: “Hmm?”

"Ahem! It's getting late. Go to bed. Go to bed. Go to bed."

The night passed quickly, and when it was almost six in the morning, Tong Qian and Guo Fan were ready to come to the Peace Hotel to work.

But this time, they waited for a while at headquarters.

Wang Xiaoming also came here, and Yang Jian and Fang Shiming were also sent here at the same time.

"Where are Li Jun, Lu Zhiwen and Ah Hong? Did you rescue them?" Tong Qian looked at them and was a little confused. After all, there were more than just these two people sent to the laboratory before.

Wang Xiaoming shook his head. "Li Jun, Ah Hong, and Lu Zhiwen are still in a coma. Unlike Yang Jian and Fang Shiming, they have not been affected by the mist of the Peace Hotel. So let's send Yang Jian and Fang Shiming over first and see how things go."

"It's a waste of time. You can't save them anyway. You will have to send them to the store in the end. The store manager has always been very friendly to us. Under his control, even immortal ghosts will become animals that can be fought by ordinary people. Even if he controls the world, will it be a bad thing?" Guo Fan folded his arms and sneered.

Wang Xiaoming and Tong Qian ignored him and just helped Yang Jian and Fang Shiming get on the ghost taxi.

Guo Fan curled his lips and didn't say anything more. Instead, he drove the Ghost Taxi and took the four people to the Peace Hotel. The biggest convenience of being a Ghost Taxi driver is probably that he can drive the Ghost Taxi home at night and drive it back in the morning when he goes to work. That way, there would be no problem.

When they arrived at the Peace Hotel bus stop, the haunted bus had just left.

With Lu Zhiwen unconscious, it was naturally Old Qin who was driving this time. Wang Xiaoming took a look and then looked away, "Help me."

"Call the people inside. The ghost is inside, and I don't want to join in the fun."

Guo Fan shook his head decisively. When he thought of the ghost's "coveting" for him, and then looked at Fang Shiming who was unconscious in the back seat of the car, he shuddered.

Wang Xiaoming did not force it. After discussing with Tong Qian, he did not really ask for help. Instead, he carried one person on his back and walked onto the bluestone path.

The Peace Hotel was still relatively deserted at this time.

The first bus in the morning basically has ghosts, and there are very few ghost riders. This morning was no exception, so only Liu Qingqing, the twins, Xianglan and others were cleaning the store.

Lin Yuan hadn't gotten up yet, but the ghost messenger, Li Qingzhi and other ghosts had all gotten up and came to their posts.

When Wang Xiaoming approached, the ghost who looked like a stone sculpture turned his head and looked at him. There was a hint of heat in his eyes, as if he was about to rush out at the next moment.

Wang Xiaoming seemed not to see it and just carried Fang Shiming past the ghost.

Tong Qian secretly gave a thumbs up. She also knew that during work, the ghost catcher Lao Fan would not touch Fang Shiming, but she could not completely ignore him like Wang Xiaoming did.

As expected, he is worthy of being a professor!
But Tong Qian was quite strong. She carried Yang Jian all the way here without feeling tired at all. "Brother Yuan hasn't gotten up yet... Hey, hey, hey, Professor Wang, where are you taking him?"

"I am also a doctor in the store. As a Western doctor, I am also qualified to treat people. Bring Yang Jian to my clinic. I will help him and Fang Shiming."

As Wang Xiaoming spoke, he disappeared behind the light door leading to the basement.

Tong Qian: "???"

What doctor or not? You spent the whole night studying at the headquarters and couldn't save them, and now you're at the store and you want to take them to the clinic.

It's obvious that they want to use them for experiments!

For a moment, bloody images of vivisection, cadaver teachers, etc., flooded into Tong Qian's mind, making her shudder unconsciously.

"No! We can't let Professor Wang do this. Otherwise, when the store manager wakes up and sees his own workers scattered all over the floor in lumps, what will he do?"

Tong Qian's eyes were firm: "Xiao Liu, come and help!!!"

(End of this chapter)