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

"White lanterns can attract ghosts, so this red lantern should be similar to a ghost candle?"

Tang Long was in a daze for a moment, but Zhang Chongqing was already urging him: "Go quickly, go early, and come back before twelve o'clock."

"I see."

Emphasizing this twice proved that the ghost street after twelve o'clock was absolutely unsafe. Tang Long could only leave in a hurry with a lantern, but when he passed by Zhang Chongqing, a pungent smell of blood hit his face.

"This smell is..."

There was no time to think about it. Tang Long and Zhang Chongqing passed by each other, but his heart was already on guard: "It's because he stayed in the room for a long time that he got the smell. His smell."

Recalling Zhang Chongqing's room in reality, the large areas of blood stains under the quilt are really chilling.

……

After pushing open the door and walking out, Tang Long immediately raised the lantern, letting the reddish firelight protect him inside.

"The next is a more important question, where is Aunt Xia's house?" He frowned, "The tailor shop, right?"

He had been to a tailor shop in the ghost street. He recalled the route and followed it to find it.

It was unusually peaceful along the way. After six o'clock, the once bustling street suddenly became lifeless. Not to mention the sound of people, there were no chirping insects or birds. The shops were all pitch black. I don't know if there was anyone alive. Live inside.

Holding a lantern, Tang Long found the tailor shop very smoothly, but at this time, it was also dark inside, and there seemed to be no one there.

"Let me go?" Tang Long raised his eyebrows, "Probably not, I feel like Aunt Xia is more anxious to let me come to eat than I am."

Just as he was about to go up and knock on the door, a mocking voice came from behind: "Bo Hua, knock on the widow's door at night."

Tang Long felt excited. This voice sounded somewhat familiar. If he thought about it carefully, didn't it belong to the old ghost in the coffin shop?

More importantly, I had just looked around and there was no one on the road. Where did the sound so close to me come from?

He almost jumped away from the door, turned around suddenly, and saw a middle-aged man with a sinister smile standing in the middle of the road, not far from where he was just now. There was a deep mark on his face. Scar, with a bag of dry cigarette hanging in his mouth, looked at him with interest while smoking.

And this middle-aged man... didn't have a lantern in his hand.

This can only mean one thing, either he is a ghost, or his own strength does not need to be afraid of things after dark, so naturally there is no need for anything.

Now it seems that it is probably the latter.

"Squeak——!"

At this time, the door behind him also opened, and Aunt Xia walked out: "Profiteer Liu, go back and saw your coffin. Stop talking behind others' backs, and be careful of your body being exposed in the wilderness after you die."

"As a coffin seller, I still have to worry about this after I die?" The owner of the coffin shop chuckled, "Only poor people can't afford coffins. When you die, all the money will be mine."

It was obvious that he was also salivating over the living ghost's ability to live forever.

"Sooner or later you will be punished." Aunt Xia snorted coldly, pulled Tang Long in, closed the door with a bang, and bolted the door smoothly.

Only then did Tang Long see clearly that the lights were always on in the house, but they couldn't be seen outside. "Bohua, let's go." Aunt Xia smiled again, "Aunt Xia has been busy all afternoon today, cooking all the dishes you like."

"Well, thank you Aunt Xia." Tang Long replied while looking around.

Different from when Widow Xu was guarding it, the tailor shop at this time is booming. You can tell just by looking at the furnishings in the room. The lobby is filled with hangers, and each hanger has a ghost dress hanging on it. And some of the hangers are already empty, apparently just sold today.

After all, Ghost Clothes can be almost unconditionally regarded as the jigsaw puzzle of all powerful ghosts. In this era where heroes are coming together and there are many talented ghost controllers, the sales volume will definitely be excellent.

"Is this...that shroud?" With a glance from the corner of his eye, he seemed to see something very familiar.

However, before Tang Long could take a second look, he was already dragged to the backyard by Aunt Xia. This place was different from the structure of the Chinese medicine shop. There was only one room in the backyard, but it was very big, much more spacious than Zhang Bohua's pitiful little bedroom.

"Yuelian!"

As soon as she walked into the house, Aunt Xia shouted angrily: "You little girl, you are stealing food again!"

Yue Lian was startled and hurriedly ran over to hug Aunt Xia: "Mom~~ I'm hungry."

Tang Long's face looked a little dull, because the little girl holding Aunt Xia's face was really small.

"This kid must be eight years old at most. It would have been a crime even during the Republic of China!" He couldn't help but feel spartan in his heart. Although Zhang Bohua was also young, his body should be in his early twenties. Tang Long was still She thought Yue Lian was still seventeen or eighteen years old, no matter how young she was.

"Hmm... Thinking about it, you really match Mr. Qin. Mr. Qin should be born when you grow up a few years." Tang Long couldn't help but be speechless, and finally understood why his master did not get together with Yue Lian.

"You girl." Aunt Xia still loved her daughter after all. Without saying a few harsh words, she pinched Yuelian's pink little face and softened her voice.

"Bo Hua, sit down."

Although he was indeed hungry, and the meal was quite sumptuous, and there was no supernatural ingredient in it, Tang Long still tasted the same.

Because at the dinner table, Aunt Xia always brought the topic of marriage intentionally or unintentionally, but Xiao Yuelian didn't care. She didn't understand this at all. Tang Long just...

I always feel like I'm on the verge of committing a crime.

"Aunt Xia." In the end, he was forced to ask helplessly, and Tang Long coughed twice, "Yuelian is still young and doesn't understand anything. Let's wait until she grows up."

He estimated that Zhang Bohua said the same thing at the time, and within two years he ran away to team up with Zhang Dong to scan pictures. Only later did the story of Mr. Qin and Yue Lian begin.

"Yuelian is still young, but we can make arrangements first." The smile on Sister Xia's face faltered and she said faintly, "My family died early. If we don't find a good family for Yuelian, what if?" I’m gone too…”

Although Taiping Ancient Town is still peaceful and even prosperous now, evil spirits are rampant and it is an era of war and turmoil. No one can guarantee how long they can survive.

"Although there are others of the same age as Yue Lian in the town, Aunt Xia doesn't like any of those little brats. You are the only one who is honest and willing to work. You will inherit your father's Chinese medicine shop and the tailor shop in the future. Yue Lian is a perfect match. With you helping her, she has someone to rely on in this troubled world, and I can safely close my eyes and go see the father of my child."

It seems that Aunt Xia is different from other merchants. She does not plan to turn into a ghost after death to try for the possibility of "returning to the sun". Instead, she faces death calmly and is arranging a future destination for her child.

Zhang Bohua may have been chosen not only for his own quality and character, but also because he is the son of Zhang Chongqing, one of the three founders of the ancient town. (End of chapter)