I open a restaurant in Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 750 Funeral
"It's almost time."

Lin Yuan walked into the hall, glanced at Zhang Dong's coffin, and then looked at Zhang Xianguang and Zhang Youhong.

Her eyes clearly showed that she already knew something, which made Zhang Xianguang feel a little guilty, but Zhang Youhong looked calm and showed no sign of anything amiss.

"I still need to work on getting my skin thicker. Why do I become so thin-skinned when I'm with the store manager?"

Zhang Xianguang sighed inwardly.

Zhang Xianguang is incredibly shameless to be able to manipulate other people's lives, even to create He Yuelian from nothing.

But for some reason, when he was in front of Lin Yuan, he became somewhat...shy, which seemed extremely abnormal.

He has always attributed this situation to his own condition without thinking about it deeply, and he is still doing so now.

According to the plan, the funeral would not take place until 3 a.m. Lin Yuan didn't know where this time came from; that's just what Zhang Xianguang said.

He was a family member, and more importantly, the deceased's own son, without exception.

Since no one else was in charge, and even Zhang Youhong kept quiet and stood aside listening to Zhang Xianguang speak, naturally no one would object to his arrangements.

Lin Yuan didn't care; there wasn't much difference between being here and being at the Peace Hotel.

Liu Qingqing, He Yuelian, and Tong Qian, however, felt somewhat uneasy about the atmosphere here. After all, it was too eerie. Even with the "manager" present, he didn't use the White Mist Ghost Domain to cover the surroundings, and it was far less comfortable than when they were at the Peace Hotel.

Fortunately, the "store manager" was with them; otherwise, they would never have been able to stay.

On the contrary, Guo Fan showed considerable adaptability, staying there peacefully. Despite being an ordinary person, he seemed to adapt better than the others.

Time passed by, and soon more people arrived.

Meng Xiaodong and Zhang Bohua.

Luo Qian and Luo Wensong.

Li Qingzhi.

The seven elders of the Republic of China have basically all arrived, but unfortunately the strongest one is already lying in a coffin. On the contrary, the other six, who are much weaker, are all standing here alive, attending the funeral of the strongest one.

It's an ironic scene, yet also an incredibly realistic one.

At three o'clock in the morning, with a creak, the door to the back room was blown open by the wind or pushed open by someone, making quite a noise.

Everyone noticed this, and at the same time, they all understood one thing:
It's time for the funeral!
Zhang Xianguang finally finished burning the yellow paper for seven days, and when the door to the back hall opened, the last piece of yellow paper had been burned down to just a small part.

Zhang Xianguang stood up and walked to the red coffin.

Six other members of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China did the same thing. They walked to both sides of the coffin, three on each side, and then lifted the red coffin up with all their might.

They lifted the coffin with ease, seemingly without much effort, making it appear as if there were no bodies inside, just an ordinary coffin.

Zhang Xianguang walked at the front, having already picked up the brazier from the ground, and headed towards the open door in the back hall.

"Brother Yuan, should we follow them now?" Liu Qingqing asked a seemingly pointless question, but one that was essential to ask.

Lin Yuan nodded. "Let's go. After today, there's only one day left."

Yes, after today there's only one day left.

A glint of anticipation flashed in Lin Yuan's eyes. He had been looking forward to bringing Zhang Dong's power into the Peace Hotel for quite some time now. This respectable old man had not died, and he had always respected Zhang Dong's choice.

Even the arrangements after the other party's death were made with Zhang Dong's consent before choosing this path.

If it really came down to a contest of strength, Lin Yuan wouldn't be afraid, especially after Zhang Dong's death, since Zhang Dong's future was over.

Once all the timelines are brought together again, Zhang Dong's is much shorter than Lin Yuan's, so it's impossible to stop Lin Yuan's actions in this era.

However, he still chose to do so, which was the most dignified way to end the life of this old man who had suppressed the supernatural era.

From this day forward, the old gods are gone, new gods...

The sky outside the back door was dark and oppressive. A muddy path was faintly visible, winding and twisting, stretching deep into the eerie old forest.

The back door was precisely calculated to be just big enough for one person to pass through; even if a coffin were ten centimeters wider, it wouldn't be able to be moved out.

Zhang Xianguang, as the son of the people, led the way, while the other six of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China calmly escorted the body of the strongest among them to its burial place.

"Brother Yuan, shouldn't this body be sent to the shop?" He Yuelian suddenly asked. Everyone knew what Lin Yuan's purpose was, but now the coffin was to be buried in the old house, instead of being sent to the cemetery in the underground laboratory of the Peace Hotel, which made people somewhat suspicious.

Does this mean that the "store manager" has abandoned the original plan?
The coffin bearers heard the question, but they did not stop and continued to move forward at a leisurely pace. Lin Yuan followed behind them, saying calmly, "To be buried in peace is only natural."

The idea of ​​"burial brings peace" is something everyone understands, but the question is, does this answer really address the question we just discussed?

He Yuelian wanted to ask more, but looking at Lin Yuan's somewhat indifferent expression, she suddenly felt a chill and quickly lowered her head, already having some guesses in her mind.

Suddenly, she turned around and glanced at Liu Qingqing and Tong Qian.

It turns out that from some point onwards, perhaps the moment they stepped out the back door, the two women had already fallen behind and were no longer following closely behind Lin Yuan as before.

Only myself...

Does this mean that everyone else has noticed, but I'm still clueless and don't know what's going on?

"Xiao He, the old man in the coffin is a respectable elder, and the boss will definitely give him a proper send-off," Tong Qian whispered.

This reminder came at a very inopportune time.

He Yuelian gave Tong Qian a cold look and didn't say anything more, but she clearly held a grudge against Tong Qian because Tong Qian's reminder came too late.

When she looked at Lin Yuan's back again, she no longer felt jealous or competitive; instead, she felt only awe and a strong sense of distance.
That's right, the person in front of you is no longer the "store manager", but "him"!
At least for He Yuelian, Liu Qingqing, Tong Qian, and Guo Fan, Lin Yuan had already completed this transformation. Even the six elders who carried the coffin, as well as Zhang Xianguang who was carrying the brazier at the front, also felt that difference.

The group gradually moved away from the old house, following the deliberately cleared mud path, and slowly entered this eerie old forest.

Inside the old forest, a chilling aura lingered in the air.

The depths of the old forest seemed shrouded in mist, gloomy and dark, exuding an indescribable eeriness, and obstructing everyone's view, making it impossible to see through the old trees and clearly see everything in the forest.

Only a few eerie figures could be vaguely seen appearing and disappearing behind the trees, but none of them rushed onto the dirt road, as if they were seeing off someone who was about to pass away.

The road wasn't short, and the group wasn't moving very fast either. No one was in a hurry; instead, they were moving forward at a normal pace.

As the group moved forward, the surrounding trees seemed to sway gradually.

Even though there was no wind, there was a rustling sound coming from the woods. The sound was very rhythmic, like someone was deliberately shaking the tree trunks.

"Be quiet."

Lin Yuan gave a soft hum, and all the strange things disappeared at that moment... no, not all the strange things, but the swaying of the trees disappeared.

Instead of dissipating, the fog became even thicker.

But seeing this scene, Liu Qingqing and the others were not worried or afraid. Instead, they all breathed a sigh of relief because they could all feel it.

The fog that appears now is the "He" White Mist Ghost Realm.

In other words, from this moment on, "His" power finally took over everything here, and they were like fish returning to the water, even their breathing became much easier.

After that, nothing unexpected happened.

The group walked quietly for more than ten minutes and finally saw the open space ahead. Zhang Xianguang walked to the row of graves, put down the brazier, picked up the shovel that had been placed aside, and dug down with the shovel.

Clang!

The shovel seemed to have hit something, which was very stiff. After digging through the soil, it was revealed to be a blue stone tombstone with no words or portrait on it, just a blank page.

Clearly, this was a tombstone that had been prepared long ago.

In no time, a pit large enough to bury the entire coffin appeared. Zhang Xianguang stepped aside, and then Zhang Youhong and six others carried the red coffin and placed it into the pit.

Only then did Zhang Xianguang pick up his shovel again and begin filling the soil to cover it up.

The process was very quiet; everyone tacitly remained silent until everything was over and the burial proceeded smoothly.

Two hours had passed, and a new grave covered with yellow earth appeared in the open space. Zhang Xianguang placed the brazier in front of the erected bluestone tombstone.

He looked at the grave with complicated emotions, knelt respectfully on the ground, and kowtowed forcefully.

Lin Yuan acted as if he were an outsider, calmly watching the scene with Liu Qingqing, He Yuelian, Tong Qian, and Guo Fan, without intervening until it was all over.

On the sixth day, the funeral procession took place, marking the end of the event.

(End of this chapter)