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

Chapter 337 The Prodigal Girl Zhang Youhong

"What do you like or dislike..."

Tang Long's expression was very subtle: "Yue Lian is still so young, so it would be too early to propose marriage."

"Axia also cares about her daughter. Her husband left early and she is worried that Yue Lian will not be able to keep the tailor shop alone." Zhang Chongqing seemed not to care about anything. In fact, as one of the three heads of Taiping Ancient Town, how could he have anything to do with it? Things can escape his eyes.

He looked at Tang Long seriously: "As for Yue Lian, if you like it, it's not a bad idea to get married, but this wedding dress is not for you. Dad has other purposes."

"What do you want to do?" Tang Long asked naturally. It was reasonable under the circumstances, and there was no need to worry about being discovered.

"Looking for an opportunity to completely end the supernatural era." Zhang Chongqing touched Tang Long's head and said with a smile, "Let you young people live a carefree life and live the lives of ordinary people."

Tang Long didn't know if it was at this moment that Master Zhang Bohua saw his father's smile, which made him determined to embark on the path of being a ghost controller, and he was so obsessed with things like "hope for the future" that he left other companions. I set up a pharmacy alone just to wait for that hope.

But at least he, an outsider, was shocked when he saw Zhang Chongqing's expression and smile at this time.

Soon, Zhang Chongqing withdrew his hand, and the smile on his face disappeared, but his tone was still gentle: "Go back to your room and rest. You have worked hard today."

"Okay." Tang Long nodded, turned and left.

With the sound of the door closing, Zhang Chongqing's room returned to darkness, but the sound of him blowing out the lantern was not heard at all.

When passing by the guest room, the door was suddenly opened a crack, and half of Zhang Youhong's face poked out: "Silly boy, come here."

"Silly boy..."

Tang Long's lips twitched, "Aunt Zhang, if your brother hadn't been Zhang Dong, he would have been beaten to death for speaking like this during the Republic of China."

However, from his standpoint, it was better not to offend this woman who liked to hold grudges, so Tang Long walked over honestly.

"Zhang Da... ahem, miss, what are your orders?"

"Hmph." Zhang Youhong raised her little face, showing an arrogant look, and threw out two silver coins, "Buy me two kilograms of candied fruit."

"You?" Tang Long couldn't help but show the expression of an old man on the subway cell phone. What he didn't say was - how can you, a wooden person, still eat?

Of course, it is better not to say such things. He straightened his expression: "This is Taiping Ancient Town. I'm afraid I won't be able to buy what you want."

"What's wrong with Taiping Ancient Town? People in Taiping Ancient Town also need to eat." Zhang Youhong snorted coldly, "It's boring enough for me to stay in such a ghost place for thirty days. If I don't even have some candied fruit, this lady will really I’ll be depressed to death.”

"Aren't you already going to die?" Tang Long complained in his heart. He had never heard of such a fussy guy even after being revived.

When Tang Long didn't answer, Zhang Youhong moved her fingers slightly, and a seven-yuan piece of ghost money appeared on her fingertips: "As long as you get it for me, this will be yours."

"You prodigal bitch, is this how you use your money?"

Tang Long cursed in his heart, but said honestly: "Okay, you wait."

"That's pretty much it." Zhang Youhong nodded with satisfaction, retracted his head, and then poked his head out again as if he remembered something, "Oh, by the way, if you have time, deal with the evil ghost next door, who keeps banging against the coffin. If so, I will not be able to sleep."

"You still need to sleep?" Tang Long's expression became more and more confused. Didn't he say that his body was almost completely revived by the puppet? He was eating and sleeping at the same time. Are you really an outlier?

"What are you talking about!" Zhang Youhong said angrily, "Who do you think I am? I'm already giving you face by being willing to sleep on such a shabby bed, right?"

As she spoke, she closed the wooden door heavily. “To talk about the evil ghost next door so lightly is like asking me to deal with the naughty children next door...”

Tang Long shook his head, and then his expression changed: "Wait, next door?"

On the left side of Zhang Youhong's room is another empty guest room, and on the other side is...the morgue.

"I don't have a lantern on hand. Is it dangerous to go in hastily?" Tang Long hesitated, took out the ghost money in his hand, and touched it in carefully.

"Back then, when I faced Lao Luo, I would hit him with a hammer, but now it's better, alas..."

With emotion in his heart, Tang Long stood in the darkness and let his eyes adjust to the surroundings, but he did not hear the so-called "dong dong" sound.

He hesitated for a moment, then continued to dig deeper with the ghost money, until he reached the very center of the room...

A dark coffin was placed here, with slight knocking sounds coming from inside.

I don't know if it's because of the supernatural or because the sound is really soft. You can only hear the sound when you get close to the coffin. However, Zhang Youhong actually reacted to the sound disturbing her sleep.

Is it because she is a ghost controller and Zhang Bohua is an ordinary person now, or is there some other reason?

Tang Long didn't stay long. The black coffin was used to imprison the evil ghost. He would not commit suicide to open it, even if there were various clues when looking at the coffin in reality, indicating that this evil ghost might have human intelligence and even emotions.

Just as he turned around and took steps forward, a weeping female voice came out from the coffin: "Bo Hua... help me..."

"Bohua...help me..."

"leave!"

Tang Long's hair stood on end when he heard it. Logically speaking, the evil ghost in the black coffin would not be able to affect the outside world at all. However, this ghost could actually call out his name. It was definitely not easy to mess with.

Or perhaps, this is a ghost controller who was very familiar with Zhang Bohua when he was alive and could hear his footsteps.

But unfortunately, Tang Long was not familiar with her, so it was impossible to get herself hooked in this way.

It seemed that I heard the sound of leaving footsteps, the sound became more urgent, and the crying became more resentful.

"Bohua..."

"Bohua..."

"...I am a mother."

"WTF?!" Tang Long couldn't help but cursed in his heart, but he didn't stop at all. He ran away from the morgue and hurriedly returned to his room.

"Mother?" Sitting on the earthen bed, his expression changed unpredictably.

The person imprisoned in the coffin is Master Zhang Bohua's mother?

Could it be that her mother was about to resurrect as a ghost and her father was unable to save her, so he cruelly imprisoned her in a black ghost coffin.

Or... the master's mother is actually dead, but for special reasons, Li Gui has the memory and consciousness of her mother, just like Cai Yuanchang, the tombstone old man in the cabin in Baishui Town.

In this way, there is a lot in the words "he knew" engraved on the coffin board.

(End of this chapter)