I open a restaurant in Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 706 A Deal Between Gods
"What are you saying, Xiao Zhang? Aren't we meeting now?" Lin Yuan looked puzzled, seemingly not understanding what Zhang Youhong meant.

Do not!
Given his current "store manager" persona, it's understandable that he wouldn't understand what the other person meant.

A flicker of disappointment crossed Zhang Youhong's eyes. After a brief silence, she seemed to have made a decision against her ancestors' wishes, "If you agree, everything I have... will belong to you! With our level of power, you should..."

Before he finished speaking, layers of white mist suddenly appeared in Lin Yuan's eyes.

Moreover, the mist was increasing rapidly, as if his eye sockets could not hold so much white mist, so much so that the white mist began to flow from the corners of his eyes, spreading around him and making his figure appear and disappear.

At the same time, the fog spread out, making the dark open space foggy as well.

A terrifying pressure emerged from the mist, causing Zhang Youhong's breathing to quicken, and she felt a change in her body—the kind of change that occurs when a supernatural being begins to transform back into an ordinary person.

The difference is too big!
Zhang Youhong had been prepared, but when she actually experienced this moment, she still felt it was unbelievable.

This method of suppressing all supernatural phenomena in its essence is simply incredible!

She had only experienced this feeling with Zhang Dong, but the two were fundamentally different.

Zhang Dong's method is erasure; his hand is like an eraser, and the whole world is a canvas. The people and ghosts in the world are all things drawn on this canvas.

If he wanted, he could use this eraser to wipe away all people or ghosts.

Ghosts cannot be killed!

This is one of the core rules of vengeful spirits. However, this rule became a joke in front of Zhang Dong. All the vengeful spirits he erased would disappear without a trace and could never be found again.

Although Zhang Dong never said it, everyone who knew about his methods agreed on one thing:

Zhang Dong can completely eradicate evil spirits!

The method of the one before us is pure suppression, completely suppressing all supernatural power to the extreme, but not to the point of its disappearance.

His white mist ghost realm, or the Peace Hotel, suppresses the target's supernatural abilities to a level that the target cannot utilize, yet it can still be used by Him as the supernatural basis for "words becoming law".

The vengeful ghost was transformed into an animal, its appearance changed, and even its killing patterns were altered.

Such supernatural consumption is enormous, but He rarely has to pay for it. As long as one cannot resist His suppression, one will be completely transformed into the shape He desires.

Even the energy to change shape needs to be provided by the target itself.

Such methods are even more bizarre and frightening than Zhang Dong's pure force.

Just like in the world of ordinary people, many people are not afraid of death and can face death with a vow to die, but they cannot face the torment of living a life worse than death.

If that state continues long enough, a person will become neither human nor ghost.

It's like the guard dog of the Peace Hotel, the six-headed hellhound, Lao Hei. If he still had Luo Wensong's consciousness, but could only live like a dog every day, and was even targeted by those with ulterior motives, what would he become?
Even with Luo Wensong's temperament, he would probably completely break down and go insane.
In that sense, He was actually quite good; at least He didn't let Luo Wensong live in the Peace Hotel like he does now, which is a kind of respect.

At this point, Zhang Youhong already knew that she had a problem.

What she just said offended the rules He set. Talking about supernatural things in front of the "shopkeeper" naturally meant she had to bear the consequences of breaking the rules.

However, her words still left room for maneuver, so His punishment did not come immediately.

If she can justify her words, then all of this will disappear and things will return to normal.

but……

How could I possibly take back what I said before?

Zhang Youhong has already gone all out; she herself has been put on the gambling table, so how could she easily get off?
“I know you’ve been collecting supernatural power. We old guys are the strongest. Meng Xiaodong, Zhang Bohua, Li Qingzhi, Luo Wensong, Luo Qian… I am, even Zhang Dong is. It’s just that Zhang Dong is about to die, but I think his body won’t escape your grasp after he dies, and will be sent to the Peace Hotel… I’m different. My condition is a bit special, but I’m also willing to contribute my power and become a part of you, as long as I can see the real you…”

The surrounding white fog grew thicker and thicker, to the point that it was almost impossible to see one's own hand in front of one's face.

Lin Yuan's figure had already disappeared, and Zhang Youhong, who was in this white mist, felt her consciousness beginning to blur. It wasn't because the incense's supernatural power was disappearing, but because it was being absolutely suppressed.

Her current situation is very unusual.

Relying on that incense stick, she returned to this world once again, achieving a terrifying resurrection, but this state could not last long, only for the time it takes to burn an incense stick.

However, only a quarter of an incense stick's time has passed.

She now possesses all the power of her prime, yet even so, she still appears so powerless and helpless amidst this white mist.

Did you lose the bet?

As her consciousness was about to fade, Zhang Youhong sighed inwardly.

"Do you regret it?"

Zhang Youhong tried hard to open her eyes, but with most of her strength gone, she couldn't even manage such a simple movement. With her last bit of strength, she weakly replied, "No..."

The next moment, Zhang Youhong completely lost consciousness.

The fog gradually dissipated, or rather, returned to Lin Yuan's eyes, finally disappearing without a trace. Only Zhang Youhong lying on the ground testified to what had just happened.

At this moment, Zhang Youhong was still wearing that red cheongsam with a high slit, revealing her fair thighs.

But all of this appeared no different from what Lin Yuan saw in her eyes. His clear eyes showed no change, only a hint of appreciation for Zhang Youhong's character.
"A woman who knew how to gamble and dared to gamble. Now I know why she died so young, Lao Zhang, don't you think?"

Even though there was no one else around, Lin Yuan acted as if he were talking to someone. At that moment, an elderly man with age spots appeared on the open ground beside them. This old man was none other than Zhang Dong, who should have been quietly waiting to die in the old house.

He exuded an aura of decay, like a piece of wood that was completely rotten inside, with only a thin layer of skin on the outside that looked barely alive.

Even just getting close, you can smell that...sandalwood scent?

Lin Yuan suddenly realized something and burst into laughter, "So that's how it is! So that's how it is! I knew it! According to the timeline, you should have died long ago. Why were you able to hold on until now? It turns out you were using incense. Old Zhang, you're not as indifferent as you claim. When I return to the Gengshen year next time, I'll have to make a good laugh at you."

"It doesn't matter, I'm already dead anyway, you can laugh at me however you want." Zhang Dong's tone was calm, clearly unaffected.

His gaze fell on Zhang Youhong lying on the ground. "I did wrong her back then. You didn't immediately agree to her request because you were waiting for me, right? After I die this time, I can leave no trace of myself and let you take me back to the Peace Hotel. How about it?"

"The condition is, agree to her request? Old Zhang, I didn't expect you to start sending me such a big gift when I'm about to die." Lin Yuan laughed.

Recalling Zhang Dong's domineering demeanor in the year of Gengshen, Lin Yuan really wanted to say something:
Old Zhang, I still prefer your rebellious spirit!

However, out of respect for everything Zhang Dong had done for the world, Lin Yuan said seriously, "Don't worry, even if we invite you back to the shop, you will have your own place, instead of being like everyone else."

“None of that matters. When a person dies, it’s like a lamp going out; there’s nothing more to say. Since there’s nothing else, I’ll head back now. I don’t have much time left, so I need to make some arrangements,” Zhang Dong said.

Lin Yuan was stunned for a moment, "Hey, hey, hey! Old Zhang, you're going back on your word. I promised you, are you trying to trick me?"

Although Zhang Dong was about to die, Lin Yuan never underestimated his intentions.

If this dying god were to make any arrangements, even he would still encounter considerable trouble. Otherwise, he would be out of his mind to come here and organize a funeral banquet that is destined to be fruitless.

Why would he have nothing to do?
“No, I’m going to put some things aside. If I do nothing now, you’ll be the one in trouble later,” Zhang Dong said quietly.

While he was speaking, his figure slowly disappeared.

Lin Yuan's rich expression gradually subsided. He looked down at Zhang Youhong, who was sleeping unconscious at his feet, and was about to wake her up when he heard some noises from the side.

He turned his head and saw a man dressed in black with a turtle painted on his chest, leaving only his eyes visible, who was tiptoeing away.

Noticing Lin Yuan's gaze, the man stopped with an awkward smile, pulled down his hoodie to reveal a familiar face: "Brother Yuan, it's been a long time!"

"Zhou Deng?" Lin Yuan narrowed his eyes.

Sensing the growing murderous intent in the air, sweat poured down Zhou Deng's forehead like raindrops. He appeared extremely flustered, waving his hands frantically, saying, "Brother Yuan, don't misunderstand! My eyes haven't been working well these past few days. I absolutely didn't see you doing anything improper to Zhang Youhong... Ugh! I mean, mutual affection... Uh! Anyway, my eyes are blind, I really didn't see anything..."

Zhou Deng was almost in tears.

He swore that he had absolutely no intention of spying on what Lin Yuan was doing.

He had only come here casually to see if there was any treasure, but after passing through a grove of trees, he saw Lin Yuan and Zhang Youhong lying unconscious at his feet.

In addition, being in this desolate wilderness, it's easy for people to guess the truth of the matter.

But now, Zhou Deng really wanted to gouge out his own eyes or cut off his own legs beforehand, so that he wouldn't have to face being killed to silence him!

Dramatic!

Lin Yuan was too lazy to pay attention to this ghost thief, but, "You did see something you shouldn't have seen, so how about we erase this part of your memory?"

"No problem, no problem, as long as you're willing, Brother Yuan, I'll..."

Zhou Deng's tears of gratitude were only halfway through when he abruptly looked up at Lin Yuan, his eyes filled with disbelief. When he saw Lin Yuan's deep, unfathomable eyes, as unfathomable as the starry sky, his legs instantly went weak. "You...you..."

This is not the "store manager"!
This is... Him!

As the white mist surged in, only one thought flashed through Zhou Deng's mind: "What a loss! If I had known it was Him, I should have had a proper chat..."

The white mist, like a conscious giant hand, lifted Zhou Deng and threw him back into the woods.

As for his memory from earlier, it had been completely erased by Lin Yuan, leaving no trace. Unless someone with power far exceeding his intervenes, Zhou Deng would never be able to retrieve that memory.

Only then did he look down at Zhang Youhong again.

With a wave of his hand, a wisp of white mist drifted out from above Zhang Youhong's head and fell back into Lin Yuan's palm, and Zhang Youhong's coma dissipated at that moment.

She slowly opened her eyes and stood up from the ground with a look of confusion on her face.

Despite lying on the muddy ground for quite some time, she was completely spotless, as if she possessed an ethereal aura.

As she regained consciousness, she looked up at Lin Yuan, her eyes filled with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation.

She remembered the events of that moment very clearly. After she made her request, she was overwhelmed by His power and lost consciousness. What happened after that, she had no idea.

But now that the white mist has disappeared, is the person in front of him Him or the "shopkeeper"?
Zhang Youhong stared into Lin Yuan's eyes and saw a pair of gentle, clear eyes that revealed something, and she wondered if she felt a sense of loss.

Because the person in front of him was no longer Him, but the "shop manager".

Now that I'm still alive and have reappeared in front of the "store manager," does that mean my previous demands have been met and I have a real chance to come back to life?

"Xiao Zhang, you just regained your memories of your past life and then fainted. Is it because your brain capacity is insufficient and your brain was impacted? It seems your body is still not up to par. Thank you for your help here. I'll take you back to the shop first and have Xiao Wang help you recover. I don't want you to become like Lin Daiyu, fainting at the slightest movement. That won't do."

(End of this chapter)