I open a restaurant in Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 742 For Him, death was never the end.

Multiple bursts of ghostly wails and laughter erupted from the loudspeaker, rushing towards the horde of ghosts.

It sounded as if dozens of ghosts were crying and laughing together, but this superimposed supernatural sound did not have the desired effect.

At most, it only slowed down the advancing horde of ghosts; it didn't even suppress a single ghost.

"How can it be!"

Tong Qian's expression was solemn. This was an attack with supernatural elements added on, including the loudspeaker handed to the two ghosts, whose effects had been tested beforehand.

The scene before her eyes only showed that her power was far too weak against the horde of ghosts.

"Ah!"

Liu Qingqing sneered, "You can't even figure this out? You really think of them as our enemies? Xiao Tong, you still haven't got your position right."

What do you mean?
Tong Qian was a little confused, but she soon understood.

"Everyone, go and maintain order!"

At Liu Qingqing's command, the fifty robots that had stepped out from around her moved forward in unison, forming a not-so-solid wall with the hyena pack scattered around them.

The hyena pack cooperated perfectly, remaining rooted to the spot like wooden stakes.

The wall had two exits, both facing the front and back of the old house's main gate. Tong Qian's pupils constricted at this sight, and she finally understood what Liu Qingqing meant.

“You need to change your stance. You’ve been in the restaurant for so long, and you still don’t understand?” Fang Shiming’s eyes were full of disappointment, and he also began to doubt whether his cooperation with Tong Qian was the right thing to do.

Fortunately, their cooperation is not yet publicly acknowledged; it is merely a nascent tacit understanding.

If Tong Qian is truly hopeless, then he can only choose someone else. However, no one else has the same influence as Tong Qian, so he still needs to consider it carefully.

Liu Qingqing's approach was correct.

The horde of ghosts had come very close, reaching the outside of the wall formed by robots and hyenas, but they did not launch an attack; they simply stopped when they faced the wall.

Meanwhile, some of the vengeful spirits who happened to have walked to a slightly farther exit took the opportunity to enter.

Stop daydreaming and get to work!

He Yuelian gave a low shout, immediately getting everyone busy.

After entering the temporary enclosure, these vengeful spirits sat down around the ten large round tables. There was no fighting or attack; they simply sat there quietly, like guests waiting for their food to be served.

A ghost banquet, a ghost talisman indeed!
However, this speed is a bit slow, since the entrance can only accommodate one ghost at a time, and these ghosts cannot find the correct passage. Only those that "happen" to come to the entrance can enter.

Someone needs to guide them!
"Xiao Fang, you can give it a try. Today is a rare opportunity to show your skills. If you miss this chance, you may have to wait a long time for another opportunity to score big."

While cooking, Tong Qian, along with He Yin'er and Xiao Ru, fulfilled her duties as a cook, and at the same time offered her opinions to Fang Shiming.

Did Fang Shiming not know this?

Do not!
Of course he knew, but looking at those terrifying ghosts, his face turned ashen. He didn't answer Tong Qian's suggestion, but just kept his head down and did his odd jobs.

no way.

His current strength is too weak. Without the help of Ghost Messenger Lao Fan, he is not qualified to maintain order at the entrance.

"Don't give me any random advice. Don't you know the situation in the shop? If you want to do anything, you need the corresponding skills. You know what's needed to maintain order, don't you?" He Yin'er suddenly spoke up.

Tong Qian was stunned for a moment, and thinking about her rash actions just now, she could only sigh inwardly, "I'm sorry."

"It's nothing," Fang Shiming shook his head.

If someone else had made this suggestion, he would have thought they were subtly mocking him. But if it was Tong Qian, who was so straightforward, then she meant well.

It's just a pity that he couldn't accept this kindness.

It was at this moment that something even more infuriating happened: a familiar voice came from deep within the woods, reprimanding the ghosts.
"What are you doing? We're all here for a banquet, how can you have no manners at all? Hurry up and line up properly, or get out of my way!"

The voice was loud and filled with disdain for the vengeful ghost, drawing the curious glances of Xianglan and the others, who all had only one thought in their minds:
Who is this person, to be so brave?

After seeing who it was, it made perfect sense, because the person who spoke was none other than Ye Zhen, the administrator of the paranormal forum and the scapegoat!
He was still the chivalrous customer serviceman in his cloak of justice. Unlike when I saw him here before, he wasn't so dusty and grimy; instead, he was impeccably clean, more like a wandering knight-errant upholding his own code of justice.

His shouts also attracted the attention of the horde of vengeful spirits.

Ye Zhen walked over with a cold laugh. Facing the dark mass of ghosts, he showed no fear whatsoever, but instead revealed a defiant expression. He gripped his long sword tightly, as if he was about to draw it immediately: "What, you bunch of ghosts, do any of you dare to disobey?"

Then, something surprising happened.

Under Ye Zhen's reprimand, the chaotic group of vengeful ghosts actually started to line up, standing neatly at the entrance, as if they were sentient beings.

How can it be!

Fang Shiming's pupils shrank drastically, completely unable to believe what was happening before his eyes. "How did Ye Zhen manage to do this? In this forest, his strength is indeed very strong, and he should be able to suppress these ghost hordes, but how did he manage to make them obediently line up?"

When Fang Shiming was with the ghost messenger Lao Fan, he experienced Ye Zhen's power.

Although it's unclear how Ye Zhen managed to do it, when Ye Zhen was in this forest, he was able to utilize the power of the entire forest.

That's why, even with the ghost messenger by his side, he was still beaten black and blue by Ye Zhen.

He acknowledged Ye Zhen's strength, but strength is strength, and what he was witnessing was beyond the reach of mere strength; rather, it resembled a supernatural phenomenon stemming from the "shopkeeper's" rules.
Follow your words!
What gives Ye Zhen the right?
“Impossible. Ye Zhen isn’t from the shop, he couldn’t possibly have such an ability, after all, he doesn’t even have the Seed of White Mist. So, there must be something I’ve overlooked…” Fang Shiming thought frantically, but clearly he couldn’t find the answer.

Tong Qian and the others were also somewhat puzzled.

But now was not the time to be in a daze. Even Ye Zhen had already come over, casually entering the enclosure. His gaze swept over everyone, lingering on Fang Shiming for a moment longer. "Little Fang, you still owe me a duel. Remember, when Lao Fan recovers, I'll be waiting for you in this old forest."

Fang Shiming's face was grim, and he was quite displeased, but he still agreed, "Don't worry, I won't go back on my word."

Whether it's for managing his social media presence or for improving his image in the "store manager's" eyes, he's not going to break his promise. At worst, he'll just get beaten up, humph!
"That's good. And you guys, stop standing around, hurry up, everyone's in line."

Ye Zhen waved his hand and walked through the exit into the old house.

Tong Qian, He Yin'er, and the others immediately got busy, starting to serve dishes to the round wooden table that was already full of ghosts. After the dishes were served, the ghosts sitting at the table also immediately started eating.

That's right, it's about using your hands, not just using your chopsticks.

The dishes on the round wooden table all looked perfectly normal, but they were actually made from jigsaw puzzles of vengeful ghosts, presented only in normal dishes.

Soon, the first ghost who had finished eating stood up and left the round wooden table, but a new ghost immediately entered to fill the spot and continue eating.

This also meant that He Yuelian, He Yin'er, Tong Qian, Liu Qingqing, Xiao Ru, Fang Shiming, the twins, and others were completely unable to stay idle and had no time to pay attention to other things.

The first ghost that had finished eating had already reached the exit.

It walked out of the exit without stopping, but the moment it stepped out, its arm was severed at the root, as if it had been cut off by some sharp weapon, and remained at the exit.

Then it left through the exit and disappeared without a trace.

Everyone witnessed this scene, but no one stepped forward. Regardless of their own thoughts, they all accepted that this was the rule of the Ghost Banquet.

At the same time, Ye Zhen had already entered the old house and arrived at the mourning hall.

The mourning hall was quite lively at this time. Unlike the previous nights, there was an extra person, Xianglan, who was playing a trumpet. The mournful music made Ye Zhen frown.

However, this is a funeral hall, so it's normal to hear such mournful music.

Ye Zhen straightened his clothes, took a few steps forward, and came to the memorial tablet. He then took out three life-saving coins from his pocket and placed them in front of Zhang Xianguang. He then picked up three incense sticks, lit them, and respectfully offered incense before inserting them into the incense burner.

After doing all this, he relaxed and walked to Lin Yuan's side, asking curiously, "Boss Lin, do you have a history with him? You two seem quite familiar. How come you're not sad at all about your old friend's death?"

"What's there to be sad about? After his funeral, I'll go back to Gengshen year to see him. It's not like I'll never see him again," Lin Yuan said nonchalantly.

Ye Zhen suddenly realized, but Zhang Xianguang and Zhang Youhong both twitched their lips and looked at Zhang Dong's photo on the memorial tablet, both showing a look of pity.

It should be noted that Lin Yuan's return to the Gengshen year to find Zhang Dong, who was still alive in the Gengshen year, will involve physical violence, and the scene may be quite brutal.

But what happened next left them speechless.

Lin Yuan took out a mobile phone and said with a smile, "I also filmed his funeral these past few days. I'll show it to him when I go back next time. I think he'll be very grateful to me when he sees his own funeral decades later. After all, not everyone gets to have such an experience."

(End of this chapter)