I open a restaurant in Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 687 A Power Not Belonging to Humanity
Carrying a coffin like that out like that, people will laugh at us, won't they?
The old man carrying the coffin had his face almost distorted, but at this moment he was unable to move or even feel any supernatural power.

Within this white mist, he had transformed into an ordinary person with power far exceeding that of ordinary people, yet this cartoonish coffin didn't seem to weigh much at all.

What truly terrified him was not the disappearance of his own supernatural powers, but the coffin itself.

Putting aside the supernatural power he wields, what's truly terrifying is the ghost inside the coffin he's holding—a terrifying vengeful spirit residing in a deep ghost realm.

Simply lowering it will allow it to invade reality, while simultaneously causing the coffin lid to open continuously, releasing the power of the ghost inside.

This ghost's power is terrifying. If it were to completely let go, it would mean it was fighting desperately, or even facing mutual destruction.

The old man carrying the coffin had a deep understanding of how terrifying this ghost was. If it weren't for the accident, he would have died long ago and wouldn't have the strength he has now, having carried the coffin for over ten years.

But now.

Even the terrifying ghost in his eyes could not maintain its form, and even the coffin turned into a cartoon version, as if it were an anti-gore system to avoid scaring children.

He is now very worried that if he lowers the coffin to check, the ghost inside might turn into some kind of wild beast, and a cartoon version at that.
If that's the case, then what does all his perseverance over the years amount to?
Seeing the old man carrying the coffin looking utterly dejected, the painter snorted coldly, his eyes filled with disappointment, and then looked to the other side, where the projectionist was.

The projectionist's condition is very special.

He has no physical form; he is a black and white figure projected onto the wall, and at this moment, he is already in a state infinitely close to the resurrection of a vengeful ghost.

It could be said that if it weren't for the special power protecting him, he would no longer be a king, but a terrifying ghost who was once a king.

However, the projectionist has now detached from the wall and appeared in reality, except that his entire body is also black and white, without any other colors.

Facing the painter's gaze, the projectionist used his fair-skinned hand to straighten his pure black clothes. His equally fair lips curled up, revealing his still-white teeth and his pure black tongue.

"I never expected to appear in this state; it's a truly delightful surprise," the projectionist said.

His voice was peculiar, like a broadcaster's voice, but upon closer listening, it was full of a gritty quality, a very strange and awkward feeling.

Beside him was an old-fashioned projector.

Judging from its design, this projector is probably one of those models from nearly a hundred years ago, the kind of machine that existed when the film industry was just beginning to develop. It's full of a sense of age and history.

The painter said, "Your current state is still somewhat unusual."

"Of course, my condition hasn't actually improved completely; it's just that here, I can appear as an ordinary person. I've suddenly come to like this place. No wonder the manor lord regards him as a god; such power, and he hasn't even shown his face yet, just the Ghost Realm alone possesses such terrifying strength..."

The projectionist's tone gradually became more reverent, seemingly leaning towards that of the manor owner.

The painter's brow furrowed even deeper. "It seems you've been quite affected as well. This white mist does indeed have an effect on consciousness, but as long as the main entity hasn't appeared, this effect isn't significant for us. However, for you in this state, the effect is enormous. Or rather, it has a greater effect on ghosts?"

The painter took out a piece of paper, casually drew a couple of strokes on it, and then gently tossed it to the projectionist, saying, "I'll help you suppress it."

He didn't use much force, yet the drawing paper still traveled more than ten meters and enveloped the projectionist's face.

Noisy!
Zizi!

Suddenly, the machine next to the projectionist started up, and a beam of white light shone out from the lens, enveloping the projectionist and keeping the drawing paper out of the light, unable to get close.

This white light is the light projected when the machine is running, and there are some blurry images in it.

In the scene, a blurry figure appears on the projectionist's pure black coat. Although the colors are similar, it is still easy to distinguish at a glance.

The next moment, the blurry figure suddenly stretched out its hand, no longer on the projectionist's clothes, but as if it had come from a two-dimensional space into a three-dimensional world.

It was a charred hand, its skin withered, and its sharp nails gleaming with a chilling light.

Sizzle!

With a gentle swipe of his hand, he tore the drawing paper into pieces, then withdrew his hand as if it had never existed.

"You can also use supernatural powers?" the painter asked.

The projectionist touched the projector and said in a low voice, "Can't you use it just the same way?"

The painter remained silent for a long time, then suddenly turned and left, not heading towards the Peace Hotel Greater New York branch, but walking out of Greater New York. "I'm leaving."

The old man carrying the coffin snorted coldly, gave the projectionist a deep look, and then followed him.

The projectionist simply stayed where he was, gently stroking his projector, seemingly lost in thought, but he did indeed remain and did not follow them.

The three who were originally allies parted ways without saying a word, no longer on the same path.

……

"Boss, you've finally arrived!"

As soon as Lin Yuan and his group got off the plane, they saw the estate owner warmly welcoming them. Behind the estate owner, two rows of fifty or sixty blonde beauties were respectfully greeting them.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan couldn't help but ask, "Old Zhuang, who did you learn this from? Why did you have so many people come to pick you up at the airport?"

"It is an honor for New York City and for me, Lao Zhuang, to have you here. Naturally, we must offer you the highest level of hospitality. I made these arrangements with reference to the situation in the East. Doesn't the boss like them?"

He was clearly a powerful figure who ruled over a region, one of the fifteen kings of the King's Organization, and was extremely authoritative in the outside world, holding the power of life and death over countless people.

But in front of Lin Yuan, he was like a lapdog waiting for its master's approval, using every means he could to win its master's favor.

Lin Yuan didn't really care about that. While beautiful women were alluring, he still preferred the Eastern type… no, he hadn't even considered that possibility yet.

Seeing that the manor owner was indeed very dedicated, Lin Yuan didn't say anything he disliked, but he also didn't show much liking for it. This made the manor owner realize that his preparations hadn't achieved the desired effect, and his heart immediately tightened.

Fortunately, Lin Yuan offered a few words of comfort, which put the manor owner at ease.

There weren't many people who came with Lin Yuan this time. There was Guo Fan, Yang Jian, Li Leping, and Li Jun, plus Ah Hong who had arrived a little earlier and was waiting at the airport. There were only five people in total.

Although the manor owner was not welcoming, since they had come with the "shopkeeper," he couldn't very well kick them out.

After arranging for the five people to get into other vehicles, the manor owner personally drove Lin Yuan to the New York City branch. "We did some pre-opening publicity, so the customer traffic today is quite good, especially the animal trainers. There are more than 500 animal trainers waiting to dine at the store. The only problem is that some of these animal trainers want to dine and dash, but of course I have arranged for staff to maintain order and won't let them succeed."

"I've always trusted you to get things done. If you encounter any problems or need any support, please feel free to let me know," Lin Yuan nodded in satisfaction.

The situations at home and abroad are different.

Just like Fang Shiming, who has been corrupted by the supernatural, his affection and loyalty to the Peace Hotel are almost at their maximum, but he still can't compare to the owner of the manor.

This one, however, did not need the supernatural corruption of the white mist to conquer itself, and with its own consciousness, regarded Lin Yuan as a god and worshipped him as its master.

How could Lin Yuan not value such a person?
Look at the branches opened by He Yuelian, Liu Qingqing, Guo Fan, He Yin'er and others. Which of them has received Lin Yuan's promise to provide direct support?
The manor owner naturally understood this as well, and his excitement grew even stronger. "I understand, boss. Don't worry, I will do everything I can to spread the seeds of the Peace Hotel across the entire continent!"

"Yes, I trust you to do things."

Lin Yuan emphasized this point again, then turned to look out the window.

The roadside was an empty street with few people; only two people were leaving.

They seemed oblivious to the convoy in the middle of the road, or perhaps they were deliberately avoiding being seen, keeping their heads down and walking quickly away.

The manor owner noticed them too, and his heart skipped a beat: "Coffin bearers, and a painter? Why are there only the two of them? Where's the projectionist?"

"The situation here is similar to that back home, both are chaotic, and some people even undergo biotechnology surgery to transform themselves into gorillas just to survive. Even as gorillas, they still have such style," Lin Yuan said with a smile.

The manor owner's expression froze.

As the master's sheepdog, the manor owner conducted a thorough study of everything about Lin Yuan, not to find Lin Yuan's weaknesses, but as if on a pilgrimage, wanting to know everything about the master.

He was naturally well aware of what Lin Yuan was saying:
Define the rules!

"What lucky guys, to be able to let the Lord define the rules. It's a pity I can't see what they look like now."

Looking in the rearview mirror at the empty street corner, with no sign of the coffin bearers or the painter, the manor owner couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

At the same time, both the painter and the manor owner looked extremely grim.

Upon seeing the convoy on the street, they realized that the "shop manager" was among them. Having already experienced the "shop manager's" power through the White Mist Ghost Domain, they simply wanted to leave.

However, before they had even taken a few steps, their bodies began to change.

They no longer looked like normal people, but instead turned into two gorillas, the kind you see in zoos. If they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that such a thing could happen to them.

No supernatural forces emerged.

There was no pain or change.

It's as if they were a gorilla from beginning to end, not a human, and that's how they naturally became what they are now.

If they hadn't been watching each other, it might have taken them a long time to notice this change. This feeling of being unable to control it was truly awful.

Fortunately, this white mist ghost realm did not restrict their departure.

As they walked out of the suburbs of New York City and turned to look at the city shrouded in the white mist, their bodies returned to normal once again.

"It's terrifying. The information online is all true: ghost tamers, beast trainers, aliens... everything changes according to his will, completely beyond human control. At this moment, I suddenly understand the manor owner a little. Such an existence, calling him a god doesn't seem like an exaggeration at all."

The painter's voice was low and somber; there was no excitement or longing in his gaze upon God, only a deep sense of loss and fear.

The old coffin bearer gritted his teeth and said, "I don't believe in any gods or anything like that. I've seen countless terrifying ghost tamers before. There are others who can do this, but none of them do it with such ease. If there really is a god in this world, why didn't he appear when we were suffering? Why did he only appear now to toy with us? He's not a god, just someone with even more terrifying power, and a ghost tamer corrupted by the supernatural, whose self-awareness is suppressed. That's all. Do you understand?"

"I rarely hear you say so much. But you're right, his power, though terrifying, should still be considered the supernatural power of a demon tamer. Just like our power, in the eyes of ordinary people, isn't it the power of a god? Let's go, this place is no longer suitable for us. Unless we find a power that can counter him, there's no point in facing him. Such an existence shouldn't exist in this world."

The painter and the old man who carried the coffin left completely, without the slightest trace of regret.

As for where to find the power to fight Lin Yuan, they didn't have many ideas, but they had a general direction, such as:

Ghost ship!
……

The vehicles slowly came to a stop in front of the branch store.

Looking at the dense crowd that filled all four lanes of the street, Lin Yuan's eyes were full of approval. "Old Zhuang, you did a good job."

The manor owner was very tall. When he saw Lin Yuan trying to pat his shoulder, he quickly bent down slightly so that Lin Yuan could pat him more comfortably, displaying the typical sycophantic image, "If the boss likes it, that's fine."

This scene was witnessed by the gardener and ordinary ghost tamers not far away, and immediately caused an uproar.

(End of this chapter)