I open a restaurant in Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 99 The bloody storm in the ghost post office

He Yin'er breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, it has now become the security guard of the Peace Hotel, or it has become the puzzle piece of the Peace Hotel. If it is allowed to wander outside, as long as it is given enough time to develop, I am afraid it will sweep the entire world. , Destroy the entire world!"

This kind of murderous ghost is really disappointing.

Fortunately, he met Lin Yuan when he was weak, otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.

Zhang Xianguang cast his eyes on the knocker held by the ghost post with complicated eyes, "This is the knocker. It is... the supernatural power dismembered by Luo Wensong, the first manager of the ghost post office. He should have just been born, after all, Luo Wensong just died. Not long after he arrived, he was unexpectedly captured by the Peace Hotel and turned into a guard dog."

The supernatural powers of ghosts are unique.

Zhang Xianguang knew Luo Wensong's situation very well. Even if the knocker changed his appearance, the supernatural power was there and he would never admit his mistake.

The first manager of the Ghost Post Office, Luo Wensong, died not long ago?
  He Yin'er suddenly raised his head and stared at Zhang Xianguang, "You mean, Luo Wensong has lived until recently, starting from the Republic of China?"

Zhang Xianguang chuckled and said: "This is nothing to be surprised about. There are not many old people alive today during the Republic of China, but there are also quite a few. There is one in this hotel."

He Yin'er's first reaction was Lin Yuan, because Lin Yuan's strength was too terrifying, but when she discovered that Zhang Xianguang was looking at the scapegoat behind the cashier, she had a better answer: "Meng Xiaodong, Granny Meng?"

"Yes, that's her, a figure of the same era as my father." Zhang Xianguang snorted, with a somewhat complicated attitude.

He Yin'er asked: "A man of the same era as your father? But you look so young, you can't be the one who comes of age, right?"

"I'm not young anymore. If you really think about it, I'm probably much older than your father." Zhang Xianguang was not polite at all, "Don't you want to know more information about the ghost post office? Then I I can tell you that I am the third and current manager of the Ghost Post Office. The real Ghost Post Office is not what you see, but is hidden in the oil paintings. After you clear the fifth floor, There will be a choice to leave you in the oil painting before leaving the ghost post office. You can also choose to become the manager of the ghost post office, but the price is that you will never be able to leave the ghost post office."

He Yin'er suddenly realized, "I see. But according to you, you shouldn't be able to leave the ghost post office. Didn't you leave now and come to the Peace Hotel?"

Zhang Xianguang touched the collar around his neck, "It can only be said that the supernatural rules of the Peace Hotel are far above those of the Ghost Post Office, so the rules of the Ghost Post Office can be temporarily suppressed."

The reason why a supernatural place is called a supernatural place is because its rules are higher than those of ordinary people.

The Ghost Post Office is a supernatural place. Even if Zhang Xianguang's strength was at the top level during the Republic of China, he still cannot escape from the constraints of the Ghost Post Office.

The Peace Hotel can suppress the rules of the Ghost Post Office, which also shows that the strength of the rules of the Peace Hotel is higher than that of the Ghost Post Office.

He Yin'er wanted to ask more questions, but something strange happened around him.

The white mist that originally only lingered at the door began to spread into the store. Even the white mist began to pour down from the stairs, blurring the lobby on the first floor.

In the white mist, Yang Xiaotian, who had been silent, suddenly said: "It's time for us to leave. In this white mist, I feel that my existence is being blurred, or invaded and assimilated."

He Yin'er and Zhang Xianguang were stunned.

They were having a "happy" chat just now, and with their supernatural powers suppressed, they didn't notice anything unusual at all. Now after Yang Xiaotian reminded them, they realized something was wrong.

Just as Yang Xiaotian said, the white mist at night seemed to come alive and was drilling into their bodies along their pores. At the same time, they also felt the blur of the concept of body, as if they were being assimilated by the white mist.

Without hesitation, the two of them immediately walked out of the store, following Yang Xiaotian who had already taken the first step.

“Just thinking about leaving will bring you back to where you were.”

He Yin'er said something and disappeared directly into the white mist.

Zhang Xianguang and Yang Xiaotian did not hesitate, and began to think about leaving according to He Yin'er's idea. Soon the white mist around them began to fade, their bodies began to gradually return to human form, and the collars around their necks began to fade.

The power began to return, and the supernatural power that had been suppressed to the point of death began to stir. Likewise, a terrifyingly powerful sense of restraint began to emerge.

"It's the ghost post office."

Zhang Xianguang analyzed it instantly and did not resist until the white fog completely dissipated. He, Yang Xiaotian, and He Yiner also returned to the ghost post office, which was the supernatural space of the oil painting where they were before.

The collar has completely disappeared, including the strong sense of restraint and suppression brought by the ghost post office.

But Zhang Xianguang and Yang Xiaotian knew very well that they were still bound by the ghost post office, but in the ghost post office, the supernatural power of this bondage would not be felt.

Zhang Xianguang touched his neck, "What happened just now?"

He Yin'er shook her head solemnly, "I haven't been to the Peace Hotel at night, and I don't know why there was such a change."

She did not reveal all the information. After all, Zhang Xianguang and Yang Xiaotian were not her partners yet and were not trustworthy.

However, the change in the Peace Hotel only occurred after the store manager Lin Yuan went upstairs. Maybe it is related to this incident?

"I stole your map, and you threatened me in the Peace Hotel and got a lot of information. Then we can be considered even."

Zhang Xianguang took the initiative to show his kindness, but He Yin'er sneered: "Now that the strength is reversed, how can I trust you?"

Yang Xiaotian smiled and said: "Don't worry, I just hope you can take us to the Peace Hotel and let us temporarily get rid of the shackles of the ghost post office. I won't let him hurt you." He Yin'er said: "You want to see me Your son, but you don’t want him to come to the ghost post office, so that’s why you said this, right?”

Yang Xiaotian looked slightly embarrassed.

He was only in his twenties when he appeared in the Ghost Post Office oil painting. Yang Jian didn't exist at that time, and his wife wasn't even pregnant.

After staying in the oil painting for so many years, a son suddenly appeared. His mood was so complicated that even he himself couldn't figure it out.

But to say that you are not curious about Yang Jian?

That's impossible, but according to Lin Yuan, his son is not young yet, at least in his teens, which is only a few years younger than he is now.

This……

Zhang Xianguang saw his embarrassment and said, "If you want to meet me, you can meet me, but I think Lin Yuan's intention is to collect money again. Do you have money?"

Yang Xiaotian's face fell.

Although he is also Yang Xiaotian, his supernatural power is no different from the former Yang Xiaotian, including the ghost he controls.

But the problem is, he has no ghost money!
  He Yin'er reminded: "If you don't have ghost money, you can also use a ghost as a price. A ghost can be worth three yuan of ghost money in the Peace Hotel."

"Can one fierce ghost be worth three yuan of ghost money? It's really generous, but this way it will be easier to handle. There are many people here, and there are also many ghosts."

A smile finally appeared on Yang Xiaotian's face.

"Having said all that, if you want to truly understand the Ghost Post Office, you can go in with me and have a look."

Zhang Xianguang pushed open the door of this closed room. Behind the door was no longer the interior space of the ghost post office, but a winding path leading into the distance.

He Yin'er took a step back, half of his body already away from the oil painting, "No need, just like you can't trust me, I can't trust you either. Just a reminder, take the map you snatched and think about going to the Peace Hotel. Guide the White Mist Ghost Realm to descend and go to the Peace Hotel."

As soon as the words fell, He Yin'er had completely left this space.

Yang Xiaotian smiled and said: "Little girls in this era are also so cautious."

"You still want to think about what price it will cost to see Yang Jian, that is, the eldest son who is not a few years younger than you."

Zhang Xianguang choked Yang Xiao with one word, and then strode away - he didn't have much ghost money left on him. He couldn't leave the ghost post office. If he wanted to get more at the Peace Hotel, he would need more ghosts. .

Now that he can leave the Ghost Post Office and go to the Peace Hotel like a normal person.

So what about the ghosts owned by this group of people copied by supernatural powers? Can they be used as trading items like normal ghosts?

Living here is a kind of torture anyway, so let’s find some fun for everyone!

As a result, the ghost post office, which was originally not peaceful, became more and more lively. Yang Xiaotian didn't even look at it and directly joined in with his eyes closed.

Anyway, it’s so hard, why don’t we all have a dream.

"Don't worry, everyone, I will weave this dream for everyone."

……

After sleeping until dawn, Lin Yuan went downstairs after washing up. On the second floor, he met Meng Xiaodong who was also about to go out. He suddenly became nervous, "Mother Meng, where are you going?"

Meng Xiaodong carried the vegetable basket and said with a smile: "There are not enough materials to make dolls. I have to go out and buy some. The bus will be here soon, so go out early and come back early, so as not to delay the business."

Lin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he didn't leave the store, it would be okay.

But, the bus?

Lin Yuan didn't remember that they had a bus line here. He called for the bus last time, and a murder occurred.

It was also because of this murder that he no longer dared to make casual phone calls.

Speaking of which, a few days have passed since this murder case. I don’t know how the police officer named Wei Jing is doing with his investigation, or if he has any information.

It happened that Lin Yuan had nothing to do for the time being, so he went downstairs with Meng Xiaodong.

He Yuelian had already arrived and was cleaning the lobby on the first floor. When she saw Lin Yuan, she quickly said hello, "Manager, my friend said he wanted to come over for dinner today."

(End of this chapter)