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

Chapter 334 Ghost Street after six o’clock

"Isn't it going to be a little complicated here?"

Tang Long has no expression on his face, but he is Spartan in his heart. Whether it is the original work or Zhang Bohua in this world, he basically lives alone until his death, with only his disciples and no wife or descendants.

As a result, when he was young, he actually had such a relationship experience... It doesn't seem to count. Maybe it was just the parents of both parties who had this intention, or even just the unilateral intention of Aunt Xia.

"I, I have to ask..."

Tang Long deliberately looked coy and glanced at the back hall, trying to get more information.

"Your father will definitely not object. He even ordered a set of clothes for me a few days ago." Seeing that he did not refuse directly, Aunt Xia's smile became even brighter, "Our Yuelian family is small, but absolutely Except for you, none of the young people in Taiping Town are worthy of you."

"Then it's settled, remember to come over tonight." Aunt Xia held a handkerchief in one hand and a small round fan in the other hand, and left in a charming manner. With her appearance and body, she was young and At that time, she could definitely be regarded as a goddess-level figure.

But it's not just the handkerchief. If you look at it yourself, the painting on her fan is not a landscape lady, but a ferocious ghost head, which is obviously a supernatural item.

When she came over to invite her warmly, Tang Long also smelled a faint smell of corpse from the rich fragrance of powder.

This is the period of the Republic of China, and it is impossible for people living in Taiping Ancient Town to be normal. Although Aunt Xia is smiling all over her face, even Pao Ya, who can even eat ghosts, is afraid of her. She is so terrifying. One can imagine.

This meal tonight... wasn't delicious.

The next afternoon, Tang Long was not idle and treated three more patients. He was surprised to find that he might actually have the talent to be a ghost doctor. Not only did he become more proficient in his profession, but with the help of medical books, he actually Didn't miss once.

Because the ghost street is always shrouded in fog, Tang Long himself is not very good at judging the time. He only feels that the surroundings are getting darker and darker, and at the same time, his stomach is already growling.

He didn't even eat lunch because he wasn't familiar with his surroundings.

"Clang, clang, clang—!"

At this moment, the old wall clock chimed the time, but there was no shadow of the clock in the front hall at all... No, not in the front hall, this chime should be heard in the entire ghost street, and even in the entire Taiping Ancient Town. Ringed.

"Six rings, it's six o'clock in the evening, and according to the rules of the ghost street, it should be closed." Tang Long stuck his head out and looked around, and found that the street was already empty, and the shops nearby were closing quietly and quickly. .

He understood clearly and immediately hung up the sign in the same manner. The door was closed and the back of the door was bolted.

"In reality, the ghost street in that time period is after six o'clock, but all the ghosts in the shops run out, which is very dangerous. What about the time period I am in now?"

He lay in the crack of the door and looked out, only to find that except for the darker surrounding scenery, there was nothing there.

"It's possible that my body is now mortal and I can't see the ghosts. Of course, the greater possibility is that the balance of Taiping Ancient Town is maintained very well at this time. The bosses of each merchant are still alive, and there is no situation where the products are out of control."

After watching for a while, Tang Long decided to go back to the backyard first. No matter what, he had to say hello to Zhang Chongqing before leaving.

So he quickly walked through the medicine cabinet, opened the black curtain, and came to the backyard. The layout here was exactly the same as what he saw in reality, but because there were still living people living there who regularly cleaned and maintained it, it didn't have that desolate and abandoned feeling. .

Zhang Chongqing's room was dark, and Zhang Bohua's own room and morgue were also dark. Instead, one of the rows of guest rooms for patients to rest was still lit. "Is Zhang Youhong's situation so bad?" Tang Long frowned, walked up and knocked on the door.

The door was locked and not opened. Zhang Youhong's angry voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

"Where's my dad?" Tang Long asked a little awkwardly.

"He just consulted for a long time and was called away by other people. He didn't see anyone at all in the afternoon. Why do you want to ask me?" When mentioning this matter, Zhang Youhong in the room seemed to be even more angry. Fortunately, she is now a puppet. You need to eat, otherwise you might have gone crazy.

"Not here?"

Tang Long frowned. The person Zhang Youhong mentioned who called Zhang Chongqing away was obviously Pao Ya.

But Zhang Chongqing was not seen in the front hall during the whole day. Is there a door to leave in the backyard? Or maybe he was in another room.

After walking around for a while, I didn’t find a door in the backyard. The so-called climbing over the wall to leave was even more impossible. The door in the supernatural land is the same as the exit in the ghost land. It is a conceptual existence. If you can’t leave over the wall, you can’t leave. With the ability of a bus to break through the supernatural and reality, otherwise there would be no chance of success at all.

"Are you sleeping in your own room?" Tang Long naturally thought as he didn't find the door, and approached the door of Zhang Chongqing's room.

However, before knocking on the door, there was a strong smell of blood coming from the crack of the door. It felt like a slaughterhouse where dozens of pigs had been slaughtered at the same time and the blood had been drained, and the blood had not been used in containers. Let it bloom and let it flow freely.

"what's the situation."

Tang Long suddenly became alert and reached into his pocket to touch the sachet. However, before he could take out the poison, Zhang Chongqing's voice came from behind him.

"Bo Hua, what are you doing here?"

Tang Long was startled and turned his head suddenly to see Zhang Chongqing walking out of a room. According to his inspection in reality, it seemed to be... a morgue.

More importantly, he was clearly holding a lantern in his hand, but the morgue was completely dark just now, with no light at all.

"Well... I just wanted to say that Aunt Xia asked me to go to her place for dinner." After a moment's pause, Tang Long answered.

"Well, go ahead." Zhang Chongqing said, passing the lantern in his hand, "Remember to come back before twelve o'clock."

"I understand." Tang Long nodded. The ghost streets of this era might hide more secrets and dangers than in reality. Zhang Chongqing said that if you come back before twelve o'clock, you must be on time.

Because maybe something else will happen in the ghost streets after twelve o'clock.

There was also this lantern. He took it and looked at it carefully. Tang Long recognized that these were clearly the two hanging outside the gate of the ghost house on the seventh day of Zhang Dong's funeral. They were red at first, and then turned into red. It's white, with the word "Die" on it.

Of course, it may not be the same one, but it may be the same model. Maybe the lantern is also sold by a shop in Taiping Ancient Town.

(End of this chapter)