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Chapter 707 The Card Game of the Four Elders of the Republic of China, Zhang Youhong: That's right, I'm short of memory!

Zhang Youhong's mind was still blank until she returned to the old house. The scene before her eyes made her even more confused.

She didn't stay in this old house for long, since she died relatively early, so her understanding of the old house was extremely limited. Even so, she knew that there was a not-so-wide dirt road in front of the old house, and an old forest.

She knew even better that "shop manager" Lin Yuan had instructed He Yuelian to tidy up the site in preparation for receiving "guests" attending Zhang Dong's funeral, which would inevitably involve clearing out a portion of this old forest.

But can anyone tell her why the only table set up in the cleared area is a mahjong table?

"You're back? You seem to be doing well, so we don't need to worry about you."

"Play a card," Meng Xiaodong said with a smile.

Sitting at the same table with her were Zhang Bohua, Li Qingzhi, and Luo Wensong. The four elderly people made up a table, and next to them were one after another substitute dolls.

So, the stakes in this game are the scapegoat doll?
But can anyone tell her why she let Zhang Bohua, a blind man, play cards? Isn't that bullying him?
In areas unaffected by the Peace Hotel, Zhang Bohua, though blind, could still see the outside world. However, under the "manager's" rules, a blind person is a blind person, and there is no such thing as a ghost realm. Therefore, Zhang Bohua was truly blind!

"Master, play this one."

Xiao Ru whispered a reminder from the side, looking like a serious strategist. But after noticing Lin Yuan next to Zhang Youhong, she stood up very awkwardly, stammering, "B-Boss, I'm so sorry, I-I'm..."

"Don't worry, boss. I'm just meeting an old friend. I heard this is a popular game these days, but I can't see, so I asked my apprentice to come and help. But don't worry, it won't delay the cooking. It's not time yet," Zhang Bohua said with a smile.

Lin Yuan waved his hand and said, "It's alright, it's alright, you guys play, as long as it doesn't interfere with anything. Old Zhang, you need to be careful not to lose all your money. I'm taking Xiao Zhang back to the shop, she's having some issues and needs Xiao Wang to help her stabilize her condition. You guys continue playing."

With that, he led Zhang Youhong away, who kept turning back to look at him.

After the two left, the originally harmonious atmosphere became somewhat strange, especially for Zhang Bohua. He rubbed his empty eye sockets and said to Xiaoru beside him, "Go ahead and do your work, everything's fine here."

"Yes, master."

Xiaoru looked carefully into Zhang Bohua's eyes before getting up and leaving to find Tong Qian to help prepare the ingredients.

Zhang Bohua then looked at the three people beside him and said with a smile, "Speaking of which, this should be our last card game."

"Yes, dogs only have paws, not hands to play cards." Luo Wensong sneered repeatedly, not forgetting to knock away the cards that Zhang Bohua had just played.

Meng Xiaodong shook his head, drew a card and played it again, "That's not necessarily true. It depends on your own wishes. I know about your situation. Who told you to be unlucky back then, chasing after that young man Xiao Yang? Boss Lin is a bit special to him, so it can only be considered your bad luck. If you had been earlier, even just a month earlier, you would probably be in the same situation as me and the old Chinese medicine doctor now."

“Old Luo, you can’t blame Boss Lin. He gave you seven days, and we can’t just stay here during those seven days,” Zhang Bohua said quietly.

Snapped!
The cards in his hand were almost deformed from being squeezed, but they didn't break.

This deck of cards was made from trees in the nearby dense forest. In essence, it is no different from a ghost coffin. Even if Luo Wensong had used his full strength, let alone acted subconsciously, he could only deform it at most, but could not destroy it.

"Hearing you say that, I am indebted to you."

Luo Wensong chuckled coldly, looked into the distance, and said in a deep voice, "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. The fact that they can live the lives of ordinary people is a blessing in itself."

"Yes, yes, if it weren't for the fact that someone often sent people to help his grandson, I would have actually believed it."

Zhang Bohua nodded in agreement. Anyway, he was blind and couldn't see Luo Wensong's murderous gaze—even if he did, he would pretend not to see it.

Go ahead and hit me if you dare!

Luo Wensong's eyes were cold, but he finally gave up, "Old Chinese medicine doctor, your apprentice, and Boss Lin, do they know you have this kind of begging-for-a-beating personality?"

"No way! In Boss Lin's eyes, I'm a highly respected figure! Otherwise, why would he call me 'Old Zhang' while addressing the other person as 'Old Zhang'? Sometimes, choice is more important than effort, hehe!"

In front of his former comrades-in-arms, Zhang Bohua no longer seemed like an old man desperately searching for the future, but rather like a child who had never grown up.

Meng Xiaodong said helplessly, "Everyone says 'old rascal,' but I think you guys are just immature. You seem so mature and scary in front of the younger generation, but actually... you shopkeeper, tell me... no, you shopkeeper, how did you manage to win? Were you cheating?"

Li Qingzhi, the "shopkeeper," laid out the cards, held out his hand, and said, "Enough with the nonsense, give me the money!"

"Just give it to me, as if anyone wants to owe you anything."

Luo Wensong reached for the scapegoat doll beside him... and a dog bone next to it, and slapped it in front of Li Qingzhi, saying expressionlessly, "This is the most income I've had recently. I can afford to lose it all. If you're so capable, win it all."

Seeing the dog bone, even the usually cold and aloof Li Qingzhi couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth. "Stop making a scene. After you die, someone will help you find all the puzzle pieces, have food delivered to you at any time, make you even more terrifying, and even give you seven days to 'come back to life' to handle your own affairs. And you're still throwing a tantrum? Don't think you're so miserable. Can you be more miserable than me? After you die, you leave behind a fragment of your consciousness, and you still have to work for someone else, for the rest of your life, and even give up the territory you guard. Are you sure you're more miserable than me?"

Luo Wensong: "..."

Upon reflection, Luo Wensong suddenly realized that he wasn't so bad off after all.

So what if he turns into a dog? He won't have any consciousness anyway. Who can say that the so-called six-headed hellhound is Luo Wensong?
Thinking of this, Luo Wensong felt much better, and then... he took the dog bone back and put the scapegoat doll on the table instead.

joke!

The substitute doll is just a supernatural item, while the dog bone is essentially a real puzzle piece made of a vengeful ghost, which is fundamentally different.

Even a jigsaw puzzle piece is worth far more than a surrogate doll.

The value exchange system in the Peace Hotel had a negligible impact on them, especially on Luo Wensong, who had long lost consciousness but retained his pre-death consciousness.

According to the Peace Hotel's value exchange system, a dog bone can't be exchanged for three yuan to buy a life, but a substitute doll can be exchanged for seven yuan.

One round of cards ended, and the second round began quickly.

Right at the doorway, the four men were fighting rather recklessly, seemingly provoking someone, yet that person showed no intention of coming out of the house.

A little further away are Tong Qian, Xiao Ru, the King Twins, and others who are preparing ingredients.

Of course, Xianglan was also there, tuning her instrument. However, Xianglan looked rather bitter, because this time the instrument she needed to play wasn't the piano she was familiar with, but rather a very unique instrument:
Suona!

This is a traditional ethnic musical instrument, holding an irreplaceable position in funeral rites. Logically speaking, the era in which Xianglan came from was indeed very ethnically distinctive, but that doesn't mean she had the skill in this area. Right now, she's just cramming for the occasion, the kind of person who ignores everyone.

Further away were He Yuelian, Ye Zhen, and others, as well as the ghost messenger Lao Fan, who was also on guard around. The only one missing was the laborer Fang Shiming.

I don't know where he went.

However, judging from Ye Zhen and He Yuelian's matter-of-fact attitude, they clearly did not mind at all. Tong Qian, Liu Qingqing, and others also did not express any objection.

As Lin Yuan led Zhang Youhong away, he suddenly looked towards the dense forest beside them.

"Boss, what's wrong?" Zhang Youhong asked, puzzled.

Lin Yuan shook his head. "It's nothing. Maybe I was just seeing things. I think I saw something dirty."

“There’s nothing dirty in this world, it’s just a bunch of ghosts and spirits.” Zhang Youhong shook her head and said the most insincere words in an incredibly smooth tone.

Lin Yuan thought for a moment and said, "That's true. Let's go then. You don't have much time left, so don't waste any more."

"it is good."

After the two left, a figure emerged from behind the tree; it was Fang Shiming.

However, Fang Shiming was now bruised and battered, and his clothes were filthy, making him look like a beggar who had been bullied terribly.

His gaze shifted from Lin Yuan's departing figure, and he turned to look in the direction of the old house, his face contorted with rage: "Ye Zhen! You... deserve to die!"

The ghost taxi had already pulled up by the roadside, and the driver, Guo Fan, was waiting in the car.

After Lin Yuan and Zhang Youhong got into the car, Guo Fan stepped on the gas and started the engine. The ghost taxi drove from this gloomy and eerie country road into the white fog.

Half an hour later, the ghost taxi stopped not far from the Peace Hotel bus stop.

After Lin Yuan got out of the car, he took Zhang Youhong directly to find Wang Xiaoming. Of course, he had called ahead of time, and Wang Xiaoming was already waiting for him at the robot manufacturing factory.

Looking at Zhang Youhong's calm expression, Wang Xiaoming asked, "Boss, what do you think should be done to solve her problem?"

"Xiao Wang, are you testing me? Well, you're in for a surprise. Although I'm not in this field, I happen to have some idea about Xiao Zhang's situation. Let me tell you, and you can see if I'm right."

Lin Yuan said with a smile, and seeing Wang Xiaoming gesture, he did not back down.

Zhang Youhong's supernatural intervention and her willingness to enter the Peace Hotel on her own initiative are a significant boost for the Peace Hotel, and it is also part of the deal with Zhang Dong.

In any case, Lin Yuan would not let this matter fall through.

Fortunately, although Zhang Youhong's situation was special, it wasn't without a solution.

His two supernatural abilities are, one being the White Mist Ghost Realm, which possesses almost limitless power and growth potential, and is not much different from the ability to make one's words come true.

This kind of supernatural ability is his greatest source of confidence!

If the White Mist Ghost Domain is the sharpest sword, then the Peace Hotel is the most sturdy scabbard, helping Lin Yuan, the swordsman, to safely wield this sharp blade.

When Lin Yuan first transmigrated, he really didn't know what to do about Zhang Youhong's situation.

But now.

Of course, he also has to give a reasonable explanation, otherwise it would be too incongruous and might affect the "store manager" persona, which is not in line with his ideas.

In the past, he liked to speak ambiguously, leaving others to fill in the gaps in his understanding and thoughts.

Only when one comes up with a situation on their own will they instinctively refuse to question it, thus making Lin Yuan's "store manager" persona more stable and solid.

But now, his "scabbard" has been almost fully repaired, giving him a chance to slack off.

Moreover, he did indeed have his own ideas. Besides, Wang Xiaoming was no different from his ghost slave; he would only help him fill in the gaps instead of nitpicking like he did before entering the Peace Hotel.

The brain, once the most terrifying thing, has become his tool.

"Xiao Zhang's situation is quite simple. Her current body is that of a robot, designed to fit her original condition. While the memory used to store information is considerable, it's still limited. Now that she has regained her memories of her past life, this information is far too vast to be stored in her current memory. Once the time limit expires, all the extra memories will be erased. Therefore, to fully revive her, all memories need to be preserved, which means... adding more memory!"

Add a memory stick?

Do you really think you're a robot?

Zhang Youhong's eyes twitched. She had Liu Qingqing's memories, so she naturally knew what this meant, but the more she knew, the more frustrated she felt.

She was one of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China, with unparalleled strength, yet here at the Peace Hotel, in front of the "manager," she turned into a robot that needed an extra memory stick?

This is absolutely outrageous!
"Xiao Zhang, do you think what I said is right?" Lin Yuan suddenly asked.

Zhang Youhong quickly put on a bright smile, feeling extremely aggrieved, but she dared not show it even slightly, as this was her only chance to truly be resurrected.

He can do what Zhang Dong couldn't.

A robot is fine, as long as... it can come back to life!

Seeing Lin Yuan's satisfied smile, Zhang Youhong's smile deepened, but tears of grievance began to well up in her heart.

Wang Xiaoming observed all of this and pondered, "I understand. However, software and hardware are complementary. To ensure the upgraded memory performs optimally, we also need to improve our physical condition. Boss, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)