I open an adventure house in the mysterious world of recovery.

Chapter 216 Visiting the Ghost Street

He Liansheng looked at the two people in front of him with a gloomy expression. He had just arrived. He only heard a general outline of his granddaughter's words, that is, he vaguely heard something about getting a room in a hotel, something that he didn't let himself know, and something about recharging his energy. ah.

Any one of these points was enough to make his veins bulge, and he wanted to crush this brat who was hooking up with his precious granddaughter on the spot.

"Yin'er."

He Liansheng took a step forward and was about to speak when he saw He Yin'er vaguely taking a step in front of Tang Long, as if she wanted to protect him, and he suddenly became furious.

"You young man, are you Tang Long from the headquarters?" He has always had a bad temper, and after hearing what he just said, it is even more impossible for him to get better.

"To be precise, I'm not from the headquarters, I just have a cooperative relationship with the headquarters." Tang Long replied while looking around. He was still thinking about the things in the ghost street.

"What are you doing here!" He Liansheng's tone was very stern.

"Solve the ghost lake incident." Tang Long was not very polite to him. "I know that your Taiping Ancient Town has many rules and taboos, so I won't mess with you, and you shouldn't mess with me. Everyone can go their own way. .”

"Ha, what a loud tone!" He Liansheng snorted coldly, "You are the one, don't mess with our Yin'er!"

"Oh, so your real name is He Yin'er?" Tang Long smiled and glanced at He Yin'er. He already knew the other person's real name, but he had to call her Yin'er before, so now he doesn't have to worry about calling him wrong. .

"Idiot, is now the time to talk about this?"

He Yin'er whispered and kicked him, but at such a close distance, He Liansheng could hear her even if she whispered. Coupled with that slightly ambiguous little move, the old man's blood pressure was raised by at least three millimeters of mercury on the spot.

"Lady!"

He Liansheng frowned angrily: "We, the people of Taiping Ancient Town, can handle that lake by ourselves. We don't need help from outsiders. You can leave immediately!"

"If you can handle the joke yourself, you won't let it get out of control." Tang Long refused to give in at all. "I respect the rules of your ancient town, but you must also recognize yourselves. Times have changed, and the outside world has changed. It is completely different from what you old antiques know. Spiritualists are indeed the number one figure in the supernatural circle, but the captains at the headquarters may not be afraid of you."

He Liansheng and Wang Lu were from the same era and belonged to the second generation of ghost masters after the Republic of China. Except for Zhang Xianguang, there was no one else in this group that Tang Long needed to be afraid of.

"Tang Long, Grandpa He, you two, please stop arguing!" He Yin'er was caught in the middle, which means he is not the same person inside and outside.

Being slapped in the face by a junior, He Liansheng was a little angry. His blind white eye kept turning, and a vague shadow appeared behind him.

"Want to take action?" Tang Long's eyes narrowed, his shadow squirmed, and he also summoned his ghost employees.

"This is?!"

He Liansheng was suddenly startled, but his obviously shaken eyes were not looking at Luo Wensong or Li Qingzhi, but at Zhang Youhong, who could only be used as a human shield now.

"This guy knows Zhang Youhong." With such an obvious expression, Tang Long had no reason not to see it.

But just as he was about to speak, He Liansheng snorted coldly: "Yin'er, let's go!"

He Yin'er was a little hesitant and glanced at Tang Long, but still followed He Liansheng obediently.

"Finally, we're leaving." Tang Long sighed. The old man and the young man were really good at causing trouble. He was thinking about the Ghost Street in his heart, so he insisted on wasting his time here.

As for He Liansheng secretly letting He Yin'er go to Ghost Lake without telling him, Tang Long didn't need to worry at all, because Ghost Lake could only be reached by ghost boat, which would only appear at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, so he had a lot of time. Go squat.

In short, let's go shopping on the ghost street first. This place closes at six o'clock in the evening. It's already four o'clock now, so I really don't have much time left for myself.

……

"found it."

In Taiping Ancient Town, Tang Long did not dare to randomly use the ghost domain to find a place, so as not to cause any changes. However, the dividing line between the old and new cities was quite obvious. After walking for a while, he came to the entrance of an ancient building. Stone bridge.

Of course, it seems that there are no streets at all now. Ghost Street is just like the Ghost Post Office, a supernatural place hidden in the ghost realm.

Tang Long slowly unfolded his own ghost realm and invaded bit by bit. Soon, among the ghost eyes, an old street with a sense of age appeared in front of him.

"That's it."

Tang Long counted the ghost money in his bone bracelet. During this period, through Cao Yang and the headquarters' donations and turntables, he had a total of 47 yuan. He was considered a moderately wealthy family, at least better than Xiao Yang. Come here in splendor.

"We have to go to the paper shop to buy that paper boat in preparation for the Ghost Lake operation tonight. We need to think carefully about the other money."

Tang Long remembered that there were mask stalls, paper figurine shops, and coffin shops... all kinds of things. In short, it was a good place where you could buy supernatural things if you had money.

After finally getting here, I have to spend a lot of money and experience the feeling of spending a lot of money.

Striding into the ghost street, there are rows of shops on both sides of the old street, and there are occasional roadside stalls, but there is not a living person on the whole street, let alone tourists, even the stalls and shops have no owners. .

Of course Tang Long knew that it was just that there was no living boss. If you thought you could take whatever you wanted without a boss, you were committing suicide.

"The masks are spread here. Maybe Zhou Deng's ghost mask is sold here. Wearing it can transform your identity into a ghost." Tang Long thought secretly in his heart: "But this thing has limited value to me. Paper A paper boat only costs 3 yuan in a shop. The coffin shop is worthless and a profiteer, so I’d better go there and rob it after I get stronger."

With the remaining 34 yuan, he planned to go shopping in a store that was not mentioned in the original work.

Soon, he fell in love with a store.

"Tailor shop?"

Tang Long's eyes moved slightly, remembering that there was a clothing store in Baishui Town, which also sold all kinds of weird clothes, but there was a washerwoman alive in Taiping Ancient Town. She was a tailor who could make clothes with ghosts.

"Maybe the clothes in the clothing store are purchased from here." Tang Long narrowed his eyes slightly, "And the clothing store can only buy ready-made clothes. The tailor shop should be able to order."

He thought of his seemingly useless ghost silk, and had a second thought in his mind.

After knocking politely, Tang Long pushed the door open without waiting for anyone to speak. Sure enough, this place was different from other places. Behind the counter, there was a slightly obese middle-aged woman sitting with obvious signs of a living person. breath.

But Tang Long knew that she looked a little fat because she was wearing countless layers of clothes sewn by ghosts. If she really wore so many clothes, let alone obesity, she would be bloated. It can only be said that this is supernatural. of particularity.

The woman was a little surprised to see a customer coming to her door, but she still wasn't angry: "What can I buy?"

"This is a tailor shop, so of course I'm here to buy clothes." Tang Long said, looking around, but saw that the counter was empty. It seemed that the clothes were all worn by this woman, "What clothes do you have here?"

"You have everything." The woman's voice sounded bitter, as if she was full of malice towards everything around her, "But do you have money? Show me the money so that I can get you clothes."

"how about this."

Tang Long raised his finger, and a seven-yuan bill appeared on his fingertips.

There are only three denominations of ghost money: three, four, and seven. Seven yuan is the largest denomination, and there is only a small amount of it in the world. It can definitely be called a big note.

"Ok?"

Seeing that there was real money, the middle-aged woman perked up and reached out to get it.

Tang Long raised his hand and asked her in vain: "You don't even have any clothes, so you want money?"

"Yes." After seeing the ghost money, the woman's attitude became a little better. She reached out and took off a piece of clothing and threw it on the counter. "How about this one?"

"What can I do with this dress?"

Tang Long remembered that the shroud Zhou Zheng was wearing was sold at a clothing store in Baishui Town for 17 yuan. What he could buy for 7 yuan might be good for others, but it might not be good for him.

"Of course the clothes are for wearing." The middle-aged woman said impatiently, "Are you going to buy it or not? If not, leave immediately. Don't waste my time here."

"If your store had been open outside, it would have closed down a long time ago." Tang Long snorted coldly.

"It would be better if it closed down. I'm too lazy to open it." The middle-aged woman sneered, "Every man in this damn place is dead, and I have been a widow for more than ten years. I can't even put a coffin in it when I die." Come on, I’ve already had enough of this damn life.”

"A coffin is 18 yuan, but you have to pay another 4 yuan for carrying the coffin." Tang Long said calmly, "The owner of the coffin shop is a profiteer. If it were him, I would definitely not do business with him. I would just go and rob him. "

Hearing Tang Long tell the price of the coffin, the middle-aged woman was slightly surprised, and then sneered: "It's nonsense, if you really have the ability, just go and rob it, don't talk nonsense to me."

"I'm still young, and I'm not in a hurry to get into the coffin." Tang Long said calmly, "But I know that you don't have the ability or the courage to rob a coffin shop, but if you do this business, I can guarantee you Can afford a coffin.”

He looked at the middle-aged woman seriously: "Does your tailor shop accept customized clothes?"

"Custom-made?" The middle-aged woman's expression changed slightly, and she sat up straight for the first time. "Do you have the materials? Don't use that kind of defective product to make up the money. I won't recognize it."

"Boom boom boom!"

Tang Long threw out three S-class ghosts wrapped in ghost silk in one breath: "How about this material?"

"hiss--!"

The middle-aged woman took a breath: "Not only are they made of the highest quality materials, but they also have silk?"

She looked at Tang Long in confusion: "Who are you?"

"Your guest." Tang Long said calmly, "How about it, how much does it cost to order a piece of clothing?"

"It depends on what kind of clothes you want to order." The middle-aged woman was much more polite at this time, because she realized that this person in front of her might be the biggest customer she has encountered since inheriting the tailor shop.

"If you want to customize the top-notch Five Ghost Clothes, these materials are not enough."

(End of this chapter)