I open a restaurant in Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 743 Influenced Emotions, Rice and Tears

Murder and kill!
Zhang Dong died at the limit of his lifespan, not from being killed by Lin Yuan, but Lin Yuan was determined to destroy his heart, since this old guy was blocking his path to godhood.

Not only Zhang Dong of the Gengshen year, but also Zhang Dong of other eras, were all within his scope of attack.

"Given Zhang Dong's temperament, this level of psychological attack shouldn't have much of an impact, but it doesn't matter, after all, it's just an appetizer. The supernatural power of the eraser, I'm also very eager and looking forward to it."

Lin Yuan fiddled with his phone, his heart filled with anticipation for the future.

Unfortunately, we'll have to wait another two or three days. But good things come to those who wait, and like fine wine aged in a cellar, the longer it's stored, the richer and more mellow it becomes.

Tonight's ghost banquet is destined to be a great success.

Using Zhang Dong's funeral as a prelude, they attracted these vengeful ghosts who wanted to devour the ghosts inside Zhang Dong's body, but tonight's event can only be considered the appetizer.

Out of respect for Zhang Dong's contributions over the past hundred years, Lin Yuan will not cause trouble during his seven-day funeral, but each ghost will leave behind a piece of the puzzle.

When the time comes, having this puzzle piece will make it easier to find the pieces.

Anyway, none of them will escape!

Of course, Lin Yuan doesn't need to arrange this himself. The store's corresponding order and rules will naturally take care of it. Even if he doesn't reveal any intention, someone will definitely be willing to do these things for him.

None of the ghosts who were forced to leave behind the puzzle pieces entered the old house; they all returned to the woods and disappeared without a trace.

However, some particularly terrifying ghosts, having left fewer pieces of the puzzle, managed to force their way in.

But this doesn't mean success; instead, it means complete imprisonment!
Li Qingzhi holding a kitchen knife, Luo Wensong dressed in black cloth, Meng Xiaodong carrying a vegetable basket, Zhang Bohua who has been blind for a long time, and Luo Qian holding a shovel.

Five of the seven elders of the Republic of China were standing at the door.

One ghost enters, and one is dealt with. The vengeful spirits that appear incredibly terrifying from the outside are dealt with silently when faced with attacks from five of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China, or even just one of them, without affecting the people in the mourning hall.

Those that actually escaped were merely ghosts of lower terror level, whose terror level had been further reduced by the dismemberment of some puzzle pieces, and were not worth worrying about.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Xiaoru's suona playing became increasingly skillful, and nothing too serious was destined to happen tonight. Until three o'clock in the morning, the ghosts outside the door gradually disappeared, and no new ghosts appeared.

Lin Yuan stretched, instantly attracting everyone's attention. "It's almost time, everyone have a meal before you leave. I remember Old Zhang made preparations before he left."

Zhang Xianguang's eyes were filled with surprise and doubt. "Boss Lin, what did you say?"

"It seems he didn't tell you. But that makes sense. If it were me, I wouldn't tell such an important thing to a rebellious son who never comes home." Zhang Youhong chuckled softly.

Zhang Xianguang's face flushed red, and he said angrily, "You make it sound like you've been with him the whole time."

"That's right, my past life has always been with him in the grave mound behind him. Didn't you know that? Why are you using it to attack me?"

Zhang Youhong looked surprised, as if to say:

You are stupid!
Zhang Xianguang's face flushed and paled in an instant, but he quickly calmed down, his heart drenched in cold sweat: "What's wrong with me? Why was I so impulsive? Is it because of the shop manager? No, no, the shop manager wouldn't get involved in such a trivial matter, much less be so biased. Could it be that the White Mist Ghost Domain has aggravated my emotions?"

Zhang Xianguang possesses a sufficiently calm and rational mind, which is not something he believes in himself, but rather a consensus shared by everyone who knows him.

Zhang Youhong had only made a small joke, but it triggered his emotions, which was very abnormal. Yet, he couldn't find any trace of his consciousness being affected.

Zhang Youhong's words were merely the art of language; she did not employ any supernatural power. He could not find any other reason besides "shop manager" Lin Yuan to have such an effect on him.

The "shop manager" is always fair and just, and he would never help his employees to deal with others unless he was in the wrong, so he could only think about the influence of the White Mist Ghost Domain on consciousness.

After all, it was only natural that he hadn't seen his father, Zhang Dong, for many years.

“I’ll go. Speaking of those meals, they were indeed prepared before he left. Xiao Zhang, come here for a second, hold down your father’s coffin so he can’t escape.”

Zhang Youhong waved to indicate.

Zhang Xianguang coldly tossed another piece of yellow paper into the brazier to burn before getting up and walking to the coffin. Like Zhang Youhong, he gently placed a hand on the coffin lid.

The next moment, an extremely cold aura surged forth.

It wasn't just that his body trembled slightly; there was also a powerful force that seemed to want to lift the coffin lid. Fortunately, Zhang Xianguang was prepared.

The supernatural power surging through his body finally neutralized this force.

"It's all set."

Zhang Youhong reminded him again before releasing her grip, and the supernatural force that had been suppressed by her power now fell entirely on Zhang Xianguang. The terrifying force intensified once more.

Zhang Xianguang's body trembled slightly, but he quickly returned to normal. He looked down at the coffin he was pressing down on, a trace of sorrow flashing in his eyes.

Just now, he vaguely saw a wisp of white mist flash by through the crack in the slightly opened coffin lid.

The White Mist Ghost Domain is a supernatural entity of "He," and now this supernatural entity has appeared inside the coffin, clearly corrupting Zhang Dong's corpse, or rather, Zhang Dong's ghost.

Considering that the "store manager" comes over every night, it would be truly foolish for Zhang Xianguang not to be able to guess what's going on.

But even if you guess it, what can you do?

“Father, you represent the past… No, if He succeeds, the past you will be replaced by Him. At that time, the supernatural will be completely ended, and I believe you will no longer feel regret. In that case, contributing all our strength is not wrong, right?”

Zhang Xianguang convinced himself.

What he didn't notice was that while he was convincing himself, Lin Yuan was watching him from not far away with a calm, even indifferent, gaze.

Lin Yuan only slowly withdrew his gaze after Zhang Xianguang's expression relaxed.

"This kid is indeed someone who would sacrifice everything for his goals, or rather, for his so-called ideals. Including himself, as well as his father's corpse and the supernatural. If I had such a descendant, I would be so angry that I would jump out of my coffin and slap this unfilial grandson to death. But if he is Zhang Dong's son, then... that would be wonderful!"

The supernatural phenomena in Zhangdong are too terrifying; the vengeful ghosts that resurrect after death are equally formidable.

Given Lin Yuan's current state, it would take him a considerable amount of time to fully incorporate it into the Peace Hotel.

If Zhang Xianguang doesn't cooperate during this period, there will still be some trouble. Although it won't affect his success rate, it will waste more time, which is not worthwhile.

Fortunately, Zhang Xianguang was quite sensible and sensible.

Zhang Youhong walked out of the back door. This was a small path that had been temporarily cleared, and the tree stumps that had been cut down on both sides of the path were now sprouting new buds.

Zhang Youhong glanced at it before walking away, her mind racing. "Such a good place can't be wasted. It's a pity Zhang Xiangguang is still here; he should have inherited it. Otherwise, I could use it as a stepping stone for my promotion and make him think more highly of me..."

We walked all the way to the end and came to an open space with several old graves.

In front of these old graves are rows of old porcelain bowls, each containing more than half a bowl of rice... no, just rice, not cooked rice.

If it's not cooked yet, then it can only be rice.

"You need to help, you can't carry all of this by yourself."

Hearing the familiar voice behind her, Zhang Youhong didn't turn around. She simply bent down and picked up two bowls of rice before turning around to look at Luo Qian, whose face was covered in grave soil, and Luo Wensong, whose face had age spots. She smiled brightly and said, "Okay, then I'll trouble you."

Three people, six bowls of rice.

Back in the lobby, the three of them placed the bowls of rice on the table in front of Lin Yuan and then stepped aside, but Lin Yuan stopped them, saying, "This was prepared by Old Zhang for those outside. They don't need it now. Do you want to try it?"

Luo Wensong and the others looked at each other, clearly not expecting Lin Yuan to have such a plan.

The rice in this bowl is special; it's not ordinary rice, but a supernatural substance imbued with a terrifying and eerie quality. Just one grain can temporarily drive away a ghost, making it a lifesaver.

What if someone ate it?

If an ordinary person ate it, there wouldn't be any problem. It would be just like eating regular rice. At most, it might be a little undercooked, which would make people feel uncomfortable.

However, if a ghost tamer eats it, their supernatural abilities will be suppressed for a period of time, leaving them in a state of absolute weakness.

When that time really comes, we'll truly be at the mercy of others.

"Let me try it, we can't let it go to waste."

Zhang Youhong was the first to step forward. She smiled, picked up a grain of rice, and put it in her mouth. The next moment, her breath suddenly became very weak.

Two lines of clear tears slowly flowed down from the corners of her eyes.

But there was no sadness on her face; if she hadn't felt the wetness, she wouldn't have even known she was crying.

Amidst the astonished and uncertain gazes of the crowd, she slowly raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, then looked at Lin Yuan with a complex expression, "Boss, I..."

"No need to tell me. This is your time. I'm going back to the shop now."

Lin Yuan waved his hand, called to Xiang Lan, and they left the mourning hall together. Ye Zhen, however, stayed behind with a curious look on his face. "Hey! Is this rice really that bad?"

(End of this chapter)