I open a restaurant in Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 722 A Body Without Immaculate Flaws, The Alchemy Furnace - Peace Hotel
Thick white mist surrounded Zhang Dong's corpse, constantly trying to invade his body, but this was very slow.

Zhang Dong's corpse was so flawless that the white mist couldn't find an entrance or a way in to enter it.

However, Lin Yuan was not without options.

He waved his hand, and the surrounding scenery began to change. On the basis of the original old house, some things that should not have appeared there appeared.

There are round tables, individual chairs, a cashier's counter, and chandeliers...

These items are all from the Peace Hotel, and specifically from the original version of the Peace Hotel, yet they have now appeared in the old house.

Moreover, these things were very large when they first appeared.

A single table occupies most of the space in the old house's main hall, making it look like a dining table used by a giant.

However, these tables were shrinking rapidly, quickly shrinking to their normal size, and then continuing to shrink, even to less than half their original size.

During this process, even the exterior walls of the Peace Hotel gradually appeared.

It was as if the entire Peace Hotel had shrunk, and in this process, with Zhang Dong's corpse as the center, the miniature version of the Peace Hotel quickly solidified, enveloping Zhang Dong's corpse within it.

just like……

It's like refining elixirs!
"Zhang Dong's corpse has a kind of flawless, imperishable, golden body that is perfect for my restaurant's alchemy. It's a perfect match!"

Lin Yuan's gaze pierced through the alchemy furnace at the Peace Hotel and landed on Zhang Dong's corpse, which was being refined as a pill.

Just as Lin Yuan had said before, Zhang Dong's corpse was spotless and flawless, and even the White Mist Ghost Domain could not easily invade it. However, after being put into the Alchemy Furnace Peace Hotel, this state began to change.

The white mist ghost realm began to continuously break through the skin of Zhang Dong's corpse and began to invade it.

However, this kind of intrusion is not particularly fast, or rather, it is particularly slow, requiring a certain amount of time, and that time is exactly...

Four days!

"Today is the third day of the seven-day return of the soul. In four days, the conditions for the return of the soul will be met. At that time, it will be the key moment to see if we can 'invite' Zhang Dong back to the Peace Hotel."

Lin Yuan's eyes flickered, revealing his inner turmoil.

Since his transmigration, despite the threats of the White Mist Ghost Domain and the imbalance of the Peace Hotel, his strength has remained invincible.

Even the Seven Elders of the Republic of China were unable to overcome this obstacle.

Even before he regained consciousness and could only instinctively use the White Mist Ghost Domain and the Peace Hotel, he was able to suppress Meng Xiaodong and others in every way.

This is enough to prove that his skills are beyond the norm.

It is precisely because of this ability that he is regarded by everyone in the headquarters, his circle of friends, paranormal forums, and the entire paranormal community as someone who transcends everyone else, and even transcends worldly conventions:
god!
Lin Yuan tacitly acknowledged this, because he possessed strength that no one else could match, and even had the power to make his words law. He also seemed to be able to disregard the issue of lifespan.

What else could this state be but that of a god?
Even though Lin Yuan never admitted it, didn't he have such thoughts in his heart?

Especially considering that he has reached the point of time travel and going to the past through various supernatural mediums, such abilities are something that even ordinary gods in legends cannot achieve.

It wasn't until he met Zhang Dong that Lin Yuan realized he had a rival for the first time.

They are rivals, but also resources!

Looking at Zhang Dong who was being refined, a fiery glint flashed in Lin Yuan's eyes. "Zhang Dong truly deserves to be called the god of the mortal world. He has indeed reached the pinnacle in the path of controlling ghosts. By taking his power and all the accumulation of his life, my strength will also be improved to a certain extent."

The Path to Godhood!
What was originally just a lie Lin Yuan used to lure others into helping him expand his territory has now become a possibility.

What Lin Yuan wanted to be was not a god who would die when his lifespan was up, nor was he a second Zhang Dong; he wanted to be the first Lin Yuan!
"The past, the present, and even the future belong to me."

Time passed by, and Zhang Xianguang's announcement of the death was coming to an end. It was already past three in the morning.

Carrying a white lantern, he calmly returned to the old house.

The old house had returned to normal, and all the strange phenomena had disappeared, as if nothing had ever happened.

Zhang Xianguang walked over calmly, and just as he was about to enter the door, he suddenly kicked Ye Zhen, who was sitting by the door holding a sword.

"Little Zhang, do you want to duel with me?"

Ye Zhen suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a sharp light—this was not an adjective, but a reasonable description of the facts; his eyes were full of longing.

As long as Zhang Xianguang agrees, even if it's just a nod... no, even if it's just silent "acquiescence", he will draw his sword without hesitation.

Zhang Xianguang said calmly, "You are not worthy to fight me now. Don't block my way if you don't want to die."

Ye Zhen jumped up in anger, pointing his long sword directly at Zhang Xianguang. "Little Zhang! I advise you not to be arrogant! Don't think I'll tolerate you just because you're in mourning. If you've got the guts, let's go to the woods and duel, and see if I really have the ability!"

"Ah!"

Zhang Xianguang chuckled and shook his head, showing no coldness or anger, and seemingly not even glancing at Ye Zhen, before walking straight inside.

Such blatant disregard enraged Ye Zhen, causing him to tremble with rage.

Just as he was about to make his move, he suddenly thought of Zhang Dong, the old man who had been quite "caring" for him when he was temporarily acting as his butler. In the end, he held back. "Little Zhang, for your father's sake, I won't stoop to your level. Humph! After the funeral, I'll have a proper talk with you!"

Zhang Xianguang seemed not to hear, or perhaps he heard but didn't care at all, and walked directly into the hall.

Zhang Youhong, Liu Qingqing, Tong Qian, and Guo Fan were all there, and of course, Lin Yuan was too.

The makeshift mourning hall appeared perfectly normal. After offering incense, Lin Yuan and the others took their leave, saying, "We have to stay open tomorrow, so we won't disturb you any longer."

"Take care, Mr. Lin," Zhang Xianguang quickly replied.

After Lin Yuan and his group left, he looked around but found nothing.

Even he couldn't see clearly what had just happened. It's impossible that nothing had actually happened. How could that be? With such a commotion, even a blind person would know that something big had occurred.

"Do you know what just happened?" Zhang Xianguang asked.

Zhang Youhong shook her head and said, "When I came back, I didn't see anything... or rather, I saw endless white mist. When the mist dissipated, everything returned to normal, which is what you see now." That's all?
Zhang Xianguang didn't believe it at all, but Zhang Youhong's eyes showed no panic, only sincerity and composure, and she even doubted her own judgment.

No, that's not right!

The Peace Hotel was even summoned by the "manager." Such a big commotion couldn't possibly be a demonstration against Zhang Dong, especially since it was the already dead Zhang Dong, could it?
No matter how you look at it, this is impossible.

But now it's clear that the "store manager" doesn't want him to know what happened. Zhang Youhong also seems confused and even unwilling to talk. He can't ask her anything if he wants to.

Unless he reduces Zhang Youhong's strength to that of an ordinary person, he has no way to force her.

Forget it, Zhang Xianguang stopped asking about it and continued burning joss paper until after six o'clock in the morning. Suddenly, he got up and walked towards the back door, saying, "I'm going to see how the preparations at Mudi are going."

After exiting through the back door, Zhang Xianguang did not act immediately but waited at the entrance.

About ten minutes later, a bus horn sounded, and then he heard Zhang Youhong's voice, "I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back tonight."

Zhang Xianguang did not answer. Only after the horn of the ghost bus sounded again did he continue walking along the path until he arrived at the graves.

There are only four graves here.

Two of them were intact, while one had collapsed, as if something inside had escaped, making it appear extremely eerie in the dim environment.

The last one is clearly not yet completed, or rather, it is incomplete because it is completed but lacks an "owner" to move in.

Beside this last incomplete grave lay a shovel covered in black mud.

Zhang Xianguang picked up the shovel and began further work on the incomplete grave, seemingly wanting to dig it deeper.

Peace Hotel, bus stop.

Guo Fan was sitting in the driver's seat of the ghost taxi, resting with his eyes closed.

He currently possesses only the strength of an ordinary person, without any supernatural powers. He stayed up all night last night, and now he is experiencing significant mental problems, so he needs to rest and replenish his energy.

Fortunately, the ghost taxi doesn't usually have much business, so there's no need to worry about it delaying things.

If the "store manager" really wants to come out, someone will come and remind him, so there's really no need to worry about it too much.

At a certain moment, his eyes suddenly closed even tighter, his face turned slightly pale, and his body trembled slightly, as if he had a terrifying nightmare.

This state lasted for a while. Suddenly, Guo Fan opened his eyes, as if he had just been pulled out of the water from drowning. He tried to open his mouth wide and gasped for fresh air.

"Had a nightmare? Poor sleep quality is no good."

A gentle voice sounded in his ear, causing Guo Fan to subconsciously relax. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and murmured, "Yes, it really was a nightmare, I..."

He turned around abruptly and saw Liu Qingqing standing outside the car with a smile on her face.

No, it wasn't Liu Qingqing, it was Zhang Youhong!
The two looked very similar, even their clothes were exactly the same, but their temperaments were completely different. Even though Guo Fan couldn't fully describe the difference in their temperaments, he could still notice it immediately.

Overall, Liu Qingqing is more like a little girl who hasn't grown up yet, while Zhang Youhong is mature and beautiful, but also carries great danger, like a rose with thorns, and those thorns are poisonous.

"Don't be so tense. We're allies now, after all. As allies, we should have some trust in each other, shouldn't we?"

Zhang Youhong's voice was calm, but it calmed Guo Fan down as well. "Our ally didn't run up to the car to scare people."

“I wasn’t trying to scare you, you just had a nightmare.” Zhang Youhong shook her head. “Let’s not continue this pointless topic. Why don’t you go inside? Or do you trust me so much that you’ve already given up on the ghost peddler?”

"Humph!"

Guo Fan snorted coldly, unwilling to discuss the topic.

He naturally understood the importance of making contingency plans, but Cao Yang arrived early this morning and intercepted the "Gengshen Year Ghost Peddler" deal.

Back then, in the year of Gengshen, the peddler looked at Cao Yang with such fervent eyes that it seemed he wanted to devour Cao Yang immediately.

Under these circumstances, there is no room for a third person to appear between them. If someone were to force their way in, Guo Fan would probably be the first one to be dealt with.

Although he wouldn't die because of the White Mist Seed, and wouldn't be truly harmed at the Peace Hotel, he wouldn't do anything that would make him lose face again.

Since Fang Shiming's wedding, he has become increasingly concerned about this matter.

He simply wouldn't discuss these topics with Zhang Youhong, partly to preserve his own dignity in their collaboration.

"Zhang Dong's funeral isn't over yet, and you've already come here? You're not here to work, are you? The boss gave you ten days off, didn't he?"

Zhang Youhong said, "There are some things I need to confirm. Of course, if you're in a hurry, I can take care of you first."

"Don't say things that could cause misunderstandings. We won't be going in the Year of Gengshen for now. We haven't taken care of Zhang Dong's funeral properly, and the boss doesn't have the mind to deal with things in the Year of Gengshen."

Guo Fan is no fool.

It was no secret that someone blocked the entrance to the Peace Hotel in the year of Gengshen, and the fact that Lin Yuan did not drive that person away was enough to show that the person at least had the strength to deserve Lin Yuan's respect.

Such a person is not someone an ordinary person like him would attempt to extort money from.

Moreover, the identity of that person has been basically figured out by those who are interested. He is Zhang Dong from the year Gengshen, who is Zhang Youhong's brother in the year Gengshen.

Guo Fan had no intention of delivering food to such a person's door.

At least until Lin Yuan opens up the "trade route" for the year of Gengshen, he will be able to go to the year of Gengshen with Zhang Youhong and find the mummified bride from that year.

Guo Fan was naturally unaware of the specifics of the mummified bride, but the fact that Zhang Youhong mentioned it meant that its level of horror was definitely not low.

Compared to the "taken" Gengshen-year ghost peddler, the Gengshen-year mummified bride with someone to take care of her is much more satisfying.

Furthermore, wouldn't a "love" that transcends time and space make the "store manager" even more supportive?

(End of this chapter)