I open a restaurant in Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 678: Fog and Snow, People Walking Out of Ghost Street

"Go back, this era does not belong to you."

Zhang Dong slowly raised his hand. It was just an ordinary action, and very slow, so slow that it seemed like anyone could interrupt it.

But it was just this one action that caused Yang Jian, Li Leping and Shen Lin to feel an irresistible fear in their hearts.

"Is this the strength that he calls the God of the World?"

"Just one move can make people suffocate. This time it's really over!"

"No, I can't die!"

No matter what the three people thought, they couldn't stop Zhang Dong's actions. He waved his hand gently, as if he was wiping away the filth of the world.

And every time he waved his hands, the bodies of Yang Jian, Shen Lin and Li Leping would become thinner.

It was like a painting that had been erased and faded a lot. After a few times, the bodies of the three people completely disappeared without a trace, and there was no sign of them anymore.

After doing all this, Zhang Dong did not return to the house. Instead, he looked at the white mist that kept lingering in the dense forest and said lightly: "You have crossed the line."

"I'm just sending someone over to show you. There's no need to be so nervous. If it weren't for me, maybe the person you'd see in the future would be that person."

The white mist rolled and took the shape of Lin Yuan.

He looked at Zhang Dong with a smile, and at the same time he was trying to find out something, but Zhang Dong seemed not to understand and said lightly: "The future can be changed, the general trend can be changed. The moment you appeared, all the plans were meaningless. What you said to those young men gave me a lot of inspiration. So, I am looking forward to the day when the new god and the old god collide."

"It seems that I have got myself into a big trouble." Lin Yuan said.

"Your path is very good. If you can succeed, you may be able to end the supernatural era. You can even... trace back to the source of the supernatural era and completely seal everything. Because of this, if you want to succeed on this path, you will need to work harder. I can be a hurdle on your road to growth, but I can also be a help."

Zhang Dong turned around and went back to the room. Only his voice was still echoing, "In the era of my presence, take my power with you."

Lin Yuan was slightly stunned, with mixed feelings, "Do you know what this means?"

At first, Lin Yuan only wanted to resolve the imbalance between the White Fog Ghost Domain and the Peace Hotel so that he could live soberly in this world.

Now he has done it, but he wants to do more.

There are too many problems in the supernatural age. If one wants to survive, simply solving one's own supernatural imbalance is not the fundamental solution. He is also worried that when he becomes terrifying enough, a ghost will go back to the past and kill his younger self.

It is impossible for him to stare at his past self all the time.

That's why I thought of this so-called path to becoming a god. The concept behind this path comes from the mythical Daluo in the novel I read before traveling through time, which gathers the past, future and present to become the only one.

When it erases its own weakness, it even projects its own image to a more ancient era, in order to prevent the appearance of an extremely terrifying ghost in the future, trace its own source, and deal with its own foundation.

It doesn't matter if he does that.

Because he is himself in every era, and there is not much trace of his existence in this world, so there is no need to worry about not being able to do it.

Like now.

It seems that he needs to confront his Gengshen-year self, but in fact, that is just a vest he created, they are basically one and the same.

What is the process in between? Isn’t it just a matter of one word from him?
The more fundamental situation is that he is thoroughly reflecting his own existence in this era, leaving his own mark, and pushing his own existence forward to the Gengshen year.

But what if we take Zhang Dong of this era away?
Zhang Dong was a figure from the Republic of China period. If all traces of Zhang Dong from the past hundred years were taken away, all traces of Zhang Dong would completely disappear from the world.

No one will have any memory of him, and his existence will become a false history, forgotten by everyone.

This is even more terrifying and horrible than having your soul torn apart!
"If you really want to do that, I'll be here when you're here."

After this sentence, no other sound was heard. Lin Yuan stood there for a long time before his figure turned into white mist again and dissipated.

Today's game is over.

When He Yin'er, the last survivor, was forcibly sent back to reality, white mist began to... appear.

During the game, although Dadong City and Taiping Town are surrounded by a wall of white fog, it is basically for players and ordinary locals cannot see or touch it.

But now, the white mist has completely condensed and appeared.

In Dadong City, there was no panic because of the white fog. People just regarded it as a normal weather phenomenon. Only Wang Lu and his wife watched it all with regret, and then were swallowed up by the white fog.

“Sometimes knowing too much becomes a burden and a regret.” Wang Lu’s voice came from the white mist.

The woman whispered, "It's okay, it will be over soon."

Over in Taiping Town, Lao He, Lao Liu, the mask stall owner, the clothing shop owner and others all looked extremely solemn as they watched the white mist suddenly emerge and the spirit gradually sink into the white mist.

"That He Yin'er who claimed to be your great-granddaughter was right. In this era, there really is an extremely terrifying existence."

"This is a good thing. I just don't know how we can remember what to do in the future after the game is over. Will we need He Yin'er to do it again?"

"If that's the case, then don't come. We will think you're a liar."

Everyone was talking to each other, and finally they all gradually disappeared, swallowed up by the white mist, until the white mist disappeared and everything returned to normal.

Under a big tree on Ghost Street, two old men were playing chess, puffing their beards and glaring at each other.

There were three or four old men standing nearby, giving blind instructions. They totally ignored the saying that a true gentleman should keep silent while playing chess, and instead kept adding fuel to the fire.

All the shops have opened, but there are not many customers on Ghost Street yet, so it looks a little deserted.

Old He was arranging the memorial tablets in the ancestral hall very carefully and seriously. Even though he had been doing this repeatedly for decades, he never got tired of it.

Until one moment, the shop owners in Ghost Street suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky.

The sky in Ghost Street has always been gray, with no sun, rain, ice or snow, but at this moment, snowflakes actually began to float in the sky.

This is an extremely incredible thing, and it also means that the Ghost Street has been invaded, and it was a very easy invasion. Without them noticing, this kind of ghost has successfully invaded and caused the strange phenomenon of snowing.

This scene instantly aroused everyone's vigilance. The shop owners who were originally like old country men, spending their days leisurely, now burst into terrifying ghosts. Countless ghosts intertwined on this ghost street, even distorting the space.

Or, it may cause the vision to be distorted.

However, it was useless. Such supernatural power did not have any effect in blocking the snowflakes in the sky, as if the snowflakes did not exist at all.

It kept falling, most of it fell to the ground, and then made clear sounds.

The sound was not the sound of something falling, but rather like someone talking, but it was not very clear and I didn't know what was being said.

Soon, the first snowflake successfully landed on the owner of the clothing shop.

His face was solemn and his clothes were fluttering.

Even though these clothes are only worn on the upper body, they actually have a protective effect on the entire body and will not cause you to be shot in the head.

But it's no use!

Even with the clothes' magical powers fully activated, they were unable to stop the snowflakes from falling, so they landed directly on the clothing store owner's forehead.

"This isn't snowflakes, but a cloud of white mist?"

It was not until this moment that the owner of the clothing shop realized the nature of the snowflakes, but it was useless because he could not stop them.

The moment the mist and snowflakes touched his body, all the clothes on his body became quiet, turning from supernatural objects into ordinary clothes.

All the supernatural things were suppressed and disappeared.

The tailor shop also stood there, and another picture began to play in his eyes, as if some memory bloomed in his mind.

Starting from the owner of a ready-made clothing store, to the owner of a paper-making store, a mask stall, and a ghost bank...

The shop owners, one by one, were unable to escape the attack of the fog and snowflakes and all stood still.

On the Ghost Street, everyone stood there in a daze, as if they were admiring this beautiful scene, and they were unable to come back to their senses for a long time, until a long time later.

No one knew when the fog and snow stopped, and the bosses gradually came to their senses.

No one spoke, but their expressions were extremely complicated, and then they all looked in the direction of the ancestral hall.

Old He walked out of the ancestral hall and glanced at everyone. "It seems that you have all seen that memory, but some things are still uncertain. No one knows whether this terrifying and supernatural effect is a gift from the existence called "Him" or a terrifying ghost attacking in secret."

Memories of the future cannot be brought back to the past.

This was the rule set by Lin Yuan, so even in the attack just now, not all of what He Yiner described in the virtual game was revealed.

In the memories carried by mist and snowflakes.

They could all see that in that virtual game, because of some of the things He Yin'er revealed, they believed that He Yin'er came from the future and also came to this era to recruit people to open stores in the future.

But as to why they believed He Yiner, it was vague and unclear.

"The boundary of time is not so easy to break through. I have lived for so many years, and I have only heard of people who can predict the future, and at most the time is a little longer. I have never heard of anyone who can take people to the past and the future at will." The boss of the Ghost Bank snorted coldly, his eyes full of dread and even fear.

The bosses all expressed their opinions, but their attitudes were somewhat inconsistent. They all seemed to have their own ideas, until the owner of the clothing store said, "Do we have a choice?"

Everybody, shut up.

Yeah, do they... have a choice?

Although it was unclear whether it was a human or a ghost in the dark, the supernatural power was so real that all the people in the entire Ghost Street could not resist it.

Moreover, this is the case when they occupy the advantageous geographical location and have a mysterious place like Ghost Street.

In other words, the strength of that unknown existence has exceeded theirs by several levels and is totally beyond their ability to face. Now that unknown existence is still trying to reason with them, asking them to take the initiative to go to Dadong City, find the Peace Hotel branch, and try to go to the future.

But if they don’t listen, will the unknown existence come to “invite” them personally?
By that time, even if they were not enemies, the relationship would probably deteriorate instantly.

"Let some of them go first to find out the truth. And if the memory in the mist is correct, my great-granddaughter will indeed need help in the future. She has fallen to the point of spending so much money to ask us old guys for help decades ago. Does it mean..."

Lao He glanced at the crowd and said in a gloomy tone, "In the future, the old street will experience a great disaster. Only one in ten will survive?"

After a brief silence, the owner of the clothing store said, "I'll go take a look."

"I'll go too. I haven't been out for a few years, so I should go for a walk and take a look. Maybe this can be an opportunity." The owner of the paper-making shop also stood up.

The remaining shop owners looked at each other and no one stepped forward.

Lao He didn't mind either, two people were enough.

The strength of these two old guys is ranked high in Ghost Street. The most important thing is that they have the strongest ability to preserve their lives. Even if they encounter some danger, they should have a chance to escape... right?

Moreover, in the memories brought by fog and snowflakes, He Yiner only needed two people, otherwise she could not afford the cost of opening a store in reality.

So the two of them set off directly.

Of course, they didn't walk, but took the supernatural bus, regardless of the fact that it might be a little late. On the bus, they also met Mr. Qin.

The haunted bus, in addition to sending evil spirits to haunted places, also serves as a medium of summoning in the hands of the older generation.

As soon as Mr. Qin receives the message, he will rush over.

"It's you. I haven't seen you walk out of the old street for more than ten years. Why do you suddenly want to go out for a walk?" Old Qin started chatting.

The owner of the garment shop looked inside the carriage and found two familiar faces. One was Meng Xiaodong carrying a vegetable basket, and the other was... a ghost peddler.

There was also a younger one, Yang Xiaotian, but unfortunately he didn't know him and just thought he was an ordinary junior.

"There are some things that need to be verified. Today's trip is quite lively." The owner of the clothing shop found a seat by the window, away from Meng Xiaodong and the ghost peddler.

(End of this chapter)