I open a restaurant in Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 705 The Woman Who Emerged from the Old Tomb
"Just kidding, boss, you're not serious, are you?"

Zhang Youhong chuckled, looking quite radiant, just like a young girl who had recently come of age.

However, what she received in response was Lin Yuan's deep and pitying gaze, "Xiao Zhang, don't forget, I know about your past. So you don't need to pretend to be so indifferent in front of me, I know everything."

what?
What do you know?

Zhang Youhong was momentarily stunned; she had no idea what the "store manager" knew.

She called Lin Yuan over alone simply to take this opportunity to get closer to him.

Of course, she didn't intend to follow Liu Qingqing and He Yuelian in vying for the "shop manager's" romantic relationship, nor did she dare to try and control the "shop manager" through this route.

This idea means that He doesn't mind, or rather, He doesn't consider Liu Qingqing and He Yuelian as equals at all.

It's like a person looking at ants.

Would anyone know that if two ants tried to crawl into their brain and pilot them like a Gundam, they would be filled with rage and crush those two ants to death?

Others might not know, but Zhang Youhong knew that if it were her, she wouldn't crush the two ants; instead, she would raise them to be plump and healthy, to see what strange ideas they might come up with that would bring her more amusement.

Otherwise, Liu Qingqing and He Yuelian would have been dead long ago, and they wouldn't be here now, just putting on a show for Him.

Return to your past, your past... and so on!
Zhang Youhong seemed to have thought of something, and sure enough, Lin Yuan said at this moment: "A person's life is as fleeting as a blade of grass in autumn, but the fact that you have the opportunity to regain some consciousness after death is a stroke of luck. I helped you break free from Xiao Liu's body and have a body of your own, which is already somewhat extraordinary. I don't know if others will think I did something wrong if they find out."

This is your home, Old Zhang is your brother, and you should belong here too. It's only natural that your body, after your death in your previous life, is buried here. So, when you say you're offering incense, how could that be a joke? Little Zhang, you agree, right?"

What else could Zhang Youhong say?
The "store manager" has already perfected the script and character design to this extent. If she were to say something different, wouldn't that be a slap in the face to the "store manager"?
Thinking about her ultimate goal, Zhang Youhong nodded, tacitly agreeing to it.

She only wanted to get closer to the "store manager" and then use the "store manager's" perspective to give herself a real chance to meet Him.

Have no idea.

Why is it that the chances of successfully completing the challenge at night are too low?
These nights, she would try to reach the third floor almost every night instead of waiting for the virtual game to start, but she could never get to the third floor.

They'll be kicked out at most on the second level, which is the second floor.

Moreover, on several occasions, she was chased away by Li Qingzhi with that rusty tetanus machete, which infuriated her.

Now she has figured it out.

In the Peace Hotel, His rules are the only rules.

Instead of trying to force my way in at night with my inadequate skills, I might as well play the emotional card and convince the "manager" to let me go up to the third floor.

Just like Liu Qingqing.

In other words, she didn't want to go up to the third floor as an "ant," otherwise, she wouldn't have needed to do it this way in the first place.

But at this very moment, looking at Lin Yuan's smiling face, Zhang Youhong suddenly felt a little dazed, not knowing what to do, and just stared at him blankly.

"Alright, stop staring at me like that, or I'll get narcissistic. Come on, let me see what your old... grave looks like."

Lin Yuan waved his hand and walked forward first.

Zhang Youhong watched his retreating figure with complicated emotions, and quickly followed after him.

This was a winding path that led directly into the old forest, which was also the location of the back door of the old house. The two of them continued to venture deeper into the forest.

Moreover, although Zhang Youhong was clearly the one in charge of this road, Lin Yuan was walking in front, as if he were the one in charge of this whole thing.

This road is strange.

The road was paved with yellow soil, not a single weed had grown on it, and the soil was so fresh, as if it had been repaired just a few days ago, and there hadn't even been a road like this before.

In the middle of the road, there are some tree stumps, which means that the trees on this side have been cut down.

One can imagine that a considerable cost was incurred to build such a dirt road.

The further they went in, the darker it became, which made Lin Yuan slow down. It wasn't that he couldn't see, but seeing in the pitch black and making such reckless movements didn't fit his "store manager" persona.

Fortunately, Zhang Youhong had a candle in her hand.

Judging from its appearance, it should be a red ghost candle. I don't know where she got it from, but it is indeed quite useful.

The green candlelight illuminated the surroundings. As soon as it was lit, the candle burned fiercely, clearly because the eerie atmosphere around them was too terrifying, which caused the candlelight to burn so intensely.

Then Zhang Youhong took out another lampshade and covered the candle with it.

The candlelight only spread to a radius of two or three meters and could not spread any further, but at the same time, the burning speed of the candle returned to normal.

“Every time I see this candle, I feel amazed. It even has a green flame, which almost makes me wonder if I’m red-green colorblind… no, that’s not right, red-green colorblind people can’t see these things. But it’s still quite interesting. The development of technology these days is becoming more and more incomprehensible,” Lin Yuan said with a smile.

Zhang Youhong nodded, "Yes, times are changing so fast, and many things are different from what I remember. When I first woke up, I really wasn't used to living in this era. But thankfully, you, boss, took me in."

Now she's stopped pretending.

I am a ghost from the Republic of China era, resurrected. Everyone is wearing brand names, so it's much easier for me.

Lin Yuan glanced at her and said, "You do the work, and I'll provide you with the necessary living security. It's a very simple principle, and there's no need to be too grateful. We're just in a transactional relationship."

Is it a transactional relationship?
That sounds a bit ambiguous.

Zhang Youhong smiled and did not deny it.

The two did not remain silent as before; instead, they chatted and laughed along the way, just like old friends.

Bathed in the glow of green candlelight, it appeared...quite evocative.

The road seemed very long, as if it had no end. The two walked for a long time without reaching the end. The old yellow trees along the roadside gradually became sparse, and then they finally came to an open space.

The open space was circular, covered with a dirt road, surrounded by dense old forest, and no other paths were found.

The end has been reached. In this open space stand four graves.

Some are old, some look like they've been there for many years, some look like they were just a few years ago, and some are even newly buried.

These graves are marked with tombstones bearing names and portraits, and offerings are placed in front of each tombstone, such as white rice in a blue-and-white porcelain bowl.

The rice was hard, as if it wasn't cooked.

Zhang Youhong didn't say anything more. Instead, she carried a lamp to a grave. The candle in her hand, covered by the lampshade, dispelled the darkness and revealed a portrait.

The portrait shows an unfamiliar man who doesn't look like a modern person. He seems to have been dead for many years because his clothes were old-fashioned when the photo was taken, but he looks very young and quite handsome.

"It's such a pity that someone so handsome would die here."

The abrupt sound interrupted Zhang Youhong's thoughts. She turned around and glanced at Lin Yuan speechlessly, then said quietly, "This doesn't sound like something a boss would say."

"Haha, everyone has another side. Who knows what they're really like under that mask?" Lin Yuan said with a laugh.

This statement was not actually made by him, but rather by Zhou Deng in the same scene during the same event, according to the original historical timeline.

However, Zhang Youhong misunderstood Lin Yuan's meaning.

She was silent for a moment before speaking, "Different attitudes are always needed when dealing with different people and different situations. Of course, you could call this attitude a mask, it just depends on how you see it, boss. But at least, I won't do anything harmful to the store."

"Yes, I believe you on that. Alright, let's find your grave." Lin Yuan waved his hand.

He knew that Zhang Youhong had misunderstood.

He genuinely didn't mean anything by it; it was Zhang Youhong who was overthinking things. But he was too lazy to explain, lest it cause more misunderstandings.

Zhang Youhong didn't want to continue the topic, so she took the candle and went to the second grave.

The photo in front of the grave is of a very beautiful woman with waist-length hair, a smiling face, and wearing a cheongsam. Because the photo is black and white, it is impossible to tell what color the cheongsam is.

A bowl of rice was also placed in front of the grave.

However, this bowl of rice seemed to contain less than the bowl in front of the grave, as if something had eaten it.

"Is this you? You're really pretty," Lin Yuan said with a smile.

Zhang Youhong nodded silently and placed the incense stick that Zhang Dong had given her on the grave.

Even though the incense stick wasn't lit, it suddenly ignited when it was inserted, or rather, when Zhang Youhong withdrew her hand. And it burned very quickly.

Sections of incense ash fell down, and a very strange scene unfolded.

The smoke from the burning grave didn't rise, but fell downwards, sinking into the old tomb.

The smile on the woman's portrait on the tombstone seemed to have changed; the smile widened, and then the portrait began to fade.

The colors faded, and eventually, the portrait disappeared, leaving only a blank space on the tombstone.

The next moment, the old grave suddenly caved in and collapsed.

Suddenly, a hand with red nail polish and impeccably white nails appeared. The hand rested on the tombstone, gently moved it, and pushed the tombstone over, burying it in the sunken old grave.

Turn around.

A strange woman with a red cheongsam, a slender figure, and waist-length hair appeared in the middle of the open space.

The woman exuded a fragrance, like the scent of the incense stick that had burned earlier, yet it also seemed to have a unique aroma.

However, this woman did not have that rotten and lifeless feeling; instead, she seemed like a real living person.

"Crash!"

A breeze picked up in the nearby old forest, causing the trees to sway and rustle.

"Cluck, cluck."

The woman let out a laugh, the sound echoing and emphasizing the tone. The swaying old tree immediately returned to stillness, then turned to look at Lin Yuan and Zhang Youhong, "You've arrived."

"Ah."

Zhang Youhong nodded and dragged the supernaturally created robot body toward the woman.

Their figures gradually merged, until finally, as if they were one, they became one.

During this process, nothing unusual happened, as if it were just a perfectly normal thing. However, the woman's red cheongsam and red high heels became even more bloodstained, as if they had been repainted.

And the embroidered handkerchief at her waist had some other colors on it.

The woman slowly opened her eyes, curiously examining her own condition. After getting used to it a little, she turned her gaze to Lin Yuan.

"boss."

The voice has changed somewhat, not in the tone of the voice, but in the feeling.

Although Zhang Youhong was elegant before, she always gave people a stiff, artificial feeling, as if she was deliberately imitating something. Now her voice is much more normal.

Without that stiff, craftsman-like quality, it's as if a true lady from a prominent family during the Republic of China era is standing right in front of you.

Lin Yuan nodded. "You've recovered all your memories? Your technology is truly remarkable. You can bring back the body and memories of people who have been dead for decades or even centuries through a medium. This isn't just simple reincarnation; it's more like resurrection."

Medium?
The woman, or rather, the real Zhang Youhong, glanced down at the wisp of ashes on the collapsed old grave, shook her head, and said, "The medium exists, but my current state cannot last. I will fall into a deep sleep again in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Boss, I am your employee. You brought me out of that body, you can't just leave me like this, can you?"

Lin Yuan was not fooled by her pitiful expression at all. Instead, he asked with a blank look, "Didn't we give you a robot body? You're the one who destroyed it. How about we get you another one?"

Zhang Youhong rolled her eyes, but even that single eye roll revealed a charming contrast between elegance and playfulness. "Boss, I need a body that truly belongs to someone. If I hadn't met you, I wouldn't have dared to hope for this, but... Boss, can't you really help me? And... can I see you?"

(End of this chapter)