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

While Wang Xiaoming was formulating a plan, Tang Long also ushered in the second day of his "soul-piercing" Zhang Bohua.

Last night, he fell asleep after reading a medical book for a while. After all, his current body was completely that of an ordinary person, and he would not be able to survive without a good rest.

After waking up in the morning and washing up, he first followed Zhang Chongqing's instructions to deliver food to Zhang Youhong, but he was nagged several times about candied fruit before he barely escaped.

Next, it was breakfast time for the father and son. While eating, Tang Long took the opportunity to ask: "You seem to be busy in the back hall recently. Where can I bring you a lunch?"

He didn't directly ask himself how to solve lunch, but made indirect suggestions.

Zhang Chongqing thought for a moment: "You don't have to worry about my lunch, but as for your lunch and dinner... go to Pao Ya's place to take care of it."

"Uh..." Tang Long's expression twitched, "Can his food be eaten by a living person?"

"There are still some." Zhang Chongqing said calmly, "Don't worry, Pao Ya is my collaborator and won't do anything to you."

"I deeply doubt this." Tang Long muttered in a low voice. Based on this guy's behavior of frying the devil in front of him, who would believe that he doesn't have any serious illness?

Not to mention that I already know the fate of this guy, and he is not a good person at all.

But with Tang Long's current position, he couldn't expose Pao Ya in advance anyway, so he had no choice but to give up.

After breakfast, he started his consultation again. After dealing with two ghost masters one after another, the third customer was another fierce ghost.

With his previous experience, Tang Long could handle it quite easily, but what troubled him was that this time the ghost money handed over by Li Gui was only three yuan.

"Ghosts have no concept of numerical value, so in their view, there is no difference between three yuan, four yuan and seven yuan, so no matter what the value of ghost money is, they can save their lives when facing evil ghosts. The same group of guys pay When I was there, I gave them as much money as I had on hand.”

Tang Long calculated the ghost money in his hand and found that it already amounted to twenty yuan. In reality, it was considered a considerable amount of wealth. However, during the Republic of China, when banks were just opened and Taiping Ancient Town was at its peak, it might not be so. Have purchasing power.

After all, in reality, a coffin costs eighteen yuan a piece, but the profiteer Liu Na in this era costs thirty-six yuan a piece. Even in a paper-making shop that does honest business, the paper figures cost nine yuan a piece in this period.

"Wait a minute, maybe buying a paper man is quite reliable. The paper man at Boss Liu's place can be used as a waiter, and the paper man at Chen Qiaoyang's place can be used as a bearer. I bought a paper man to be a waiter on weekdays. It feels pretty good to be able to be used as cannon fodder when it comes to supernatural events.”

Tang Long thought while watching Li Gui leave, and then...

"call out--!"

A mysterious whistling sound flashed past, and the evil ghost at the door fell straight down.

"What's going on?" Tang Long was startled and jumped up from behind the counter.

"Don't worry, if you see a bad ghost coming to your place for medical treatment, just deal with it." Liu, the profiteer, walked in from the door. He grinned at Tang Long, mentioned the bad ghost and left.

"It's strange that Pao Ya just came out of the back hall. It can be said to be a coincidence. The profiteer Liu doesn't seem to be here to see a doctor. Why is he here to deal with the evil ghost?"

Tang Long frowned and looked at the other party's leaving figure: "And this kind of secretive and efficient method is obviously the nail in the coffin."

"It seems that the entire Taiping Ancient Town is staring at Dahong. Not only are people coming to see a doctor, but the ghosts who come for consultation are also a valuable resource."

It is not easy for the merchants to live in Taiping Ancient Town. To ordinary people, the ghost is a life-threatening Yama, but to them, it is a more dangerous material.

Just like venomous snakes are very dangerous, but there are also snake catchers, the merchants in Taiping Ancient Town can be regarded as another kind of snake catchers of the times.

"It's noon, let's find a way to have lunch." Although Tang Long was not very hungry, since Zhang Chongqing nodded in agreement, he just took the opportunity to get familiar with the ghost street in its heyday.

"Try to shorten your lunch break to two hours and use this time to explore the surroundings. If everything goes well... go see the fortune teller Qin Xiazi."

Tang Long's eyes moved, he walked out of the Chinese medicine shop, temporarily closed the door, hung up the sign, and walked casually to the side.

He didn't know where Pao Ya's ghost restaurant was, but he still remembered the approximate location of the paper shop. It was better to buy a paper man first, and then try to trick him into asking him the location of the restaurant.

If you're lucky, you might see the restaurant first on the way to the paper shop.

Unfortunately, his luck was not that good. Until the paper shop appeared in front of him, he didn't see anything related to the hotel.

"There is no difference between this place and reality, but it seems that the black and white paper man guarding the door is not there. Is it in the store or has it not been made yet?"

Tang Long looked around the paper shop and stepped into the shop.

The layout inside the paper-making shop is similar, filled with all kinds of paper figurines, and many old objects that only existed during the Republic of China, such as paper mirrors, paper cabinets, papyrus hats...even the one that Chen Qiaoyang rides on There are paper sedans.

In addition, there was a faint smell of corpses in the air.

"Cough cough."

Lying on the chair behind the counter was an old man who was about to die, almost the same as a mummy. He raised his eyelids slightly and spoke breathlessly.

"Isn't this Bo Hua...the drug store is short of a clerk?"

Although it seemed that he was about to leave Hexi, his mind was still sharp and he revealed Tang Long's purpose of coming here in one sentence.

"Yes, I'm busy with a patient, so I'm a little too busy looking after the store." Tang Long answered honestly.

"In this case... take the mistress away." Following the old man's intermittent words, a short paper man slowly stepped forward, "It has agile legs and feet and is capable of getting into trouble. It is not shy about fighting. It should be able to help." Fuck you."

The old man is not only an honest businessman, he is also good at analyzing the needs of his customers. Starting from the fact that "Zhang Bohua", an ordinary person, has to take care of the drug store, he can easily analyze the men he needs to do chores and the thugs who can step forward in case of danger. , that’s why I recommended this paper man.

"Mistress?" However, the old man's words made Tang Long frown.

"Yes, I treat each paper man as my own child and give them names. This one is called Xiaosanzi."

The old man smiled: "This is my favorite and most beloved child. In the future, he...maybe he will inherit my paper shop."

Tang Long couldn't help but change his expression a little. The owner of the paper shop was named Liu, and he regarded the paper figures as children and called them mistresses. Together, wouldn't it mean...

Liu San?

The old man said that Xiao Sanzi will inherit the paper-making shop in the future, and now, Liu San is trying to buy the entire paper-making shop and become the new shop owner there.

Is this a kind of inheritance, or is it a resurrection of the dead like Zhang Youhong?

Whatever it is, it definitely can't be a coincidence.

"I bought this paper man." Tang Long said without hesitation.

The old man smiled and said, "Nine yuan." After all, the boss is still alive. Tang Long handed over two pieces of three yuan and one piece of seven yuan, and the old man also got back a piece of four yuan.

"Cough cough..."

It seemed that the action of finding money consumed a lot of energy, and the old man coughed violently.

"It's okay." Out of concern for the juniors (both Zhang Bohua and Tang Long are considered juniors at this time), Tang Long greeted.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Your father specially prepared the traditional Chinese medicine, which is enough for me to take care of my posthumous affairs."

The old man smiled, and another paper man came out, holding a bowl of Chinese medicine with a strange smell in his hand. I have to admit that there are advantages to being the owner of this paper shop. At least the paper man will take care of you when you are old and sick.

"Then take care of yourself." Upon seeing this, Tang Long did not stay any longer and left with his mistress.

Tang Long bought three paper figurines in real life. The beautiful paper figurine was a ghost controller in the late Republic of China. Now it is guarded by Zhang Lei. The black and white paper figurines were paid to Liu San. He has evil ghost employees, and indeed No paper figures needed.

"I remember that lighting the paper figures releases the supernatural. But after releasing the supernatural, can I, an ordinary person, withstand it?"

After looking at this exquisitely made paper man, he touched his pocket and found that there was no fire. Moreover, if he wanted to light the paper man, he could not use ordinary flames, but had to use supernatural fire.

"It seems that even if you want to release it, there is nothing you can do for the time being." Shaking his head, he continued to move forward with the paper man.

After walking around for a long time, he still couldn't find where the ghost restaurant was. Tang Long couldn't help but mutter in a low voice with a hint of annoyance: "Where on earth did this damn chef open his restaurant?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt someone behind him tugging at the corner of his clothes. When he looked back, he saw that the mistress was raising his arm and pointing in the direction to the right.

"Go to the right?" Tang Long frowned. There was only one straight road in the ghost street. Where was the road to the right?

"What do you know?" he asked, but the mistress returned to her previous mechanical appearance of only following orders.

"Same as that beautiful paper doll, she has some self-awareness but not much." Tang Long twitched the corner of his mouth, turned and walked to the right.

A strange thing happened. When he walked to the right with obvious awareness of "turning", a misty path automatically appeared in front of him.

After walking along the path for a while, an old inn appeared in front of me, with three big characters written on the sign above.

"Ghost hotel!"

In Taiping Ancient Town, only the Chinese medicine shop has the additional name of Dahong. The other shops only have shop names, and restaurants are no exception.

"How did you know that the Ghost Restaurant was going to turn right from here?" Tang Long glanced at the mistress in surprise.

"It's not about turning right from a fixed place. Anyone who enters the ghost street will come here as long as they have a clear awareness of turning right and don't walk along the ghost street."

At this time, a cold voice sounded from the door: "In other words, you can come to this hotel quickly from anywhere on Ghost Street, otherwise how can I do business."

Pao Ya walked out of the hotel door with a sneer, glanced at the mistress, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Bought it from Lao Liutou? It's not bad. If I have a chance, I will buy one to use as a waiter."

The mistress actually seemed a little afraid of this guy, and shrank and hid behind Tang Long.

To be honest, Tang Long himself was also under a lot of pressure when facing this guy who ate human flesh and ghosts. Fortunately, at this moment, another cold snort sounded.

"Before you go buy the paper figurines, pay back the money you owe me."

Tang Long looked back and saw the fat butcher walking over, wiping his oily palms, and said hello: "Bohua, you come to eat too."

"Don't worry, you're a fat guy." Hou Ya glanced at the fat butcher. Tang Long felt that he was looking at the person in front of him as if it was an illusion.

"Come to my place tonight, and the income today should be enough to pay you back."

"You're still crying about being poor like me." The fat butcher snorted coldly, "With so many people coming and going in your restaurant, you won't be able to make any money?"

"You think I'm just like you, just cut meat every day." Pao Ya shook his head, "Cooking requires materials. Don't you need money to buy them? Otherwise, why would I owe you money."

He pointed to the table next to him: "Anyway, I'll take care of you at noon. If you give me another half day, I'll get it for you tonight."

"Okay, you're welcome then." The fat butcher grinned, with a hint of a glutton on his oily face, "You, a gloomy guy, have a hundred shortcomings, but cooking is the only one that is irresistible. .”

He waved to Tang Long: "Bohua, sit down, we have a treat for lunch."

"You two sit down for a moment." A meaningful look flashed in Pao Ya's eyes, and he walked towards the kitchen.

Tang Long was filled with uneasiness and was about to warn the fat butcher to be careful, but soon Pao Ya came out. On the tray was a large bowl of rice, two empty plates and two small black jars.

"What is this?" The fat butcher was also stunned, obviously he didn't recognize it either.

"This is a new dish I recently developed." Hou Ya grinned, and the mouth full of ghost teeth was daunting, "I named it 'The Best Fragrant Meat in the World'."

"It's interesting." The fat butcher couldn't wait to open the mouth of the jar, and the rich aroma of meat immediately overflowed.

At this moment, not only was the gluttonous man showing his intoxicating taste, but even Tang Long, who had always been vigilant, was aroused.

"Good meat!" The fat butcher couldn't help grinning, "What kind of meat is this?"

"Human flesh." Cook Ya also sneered, "Do you dare to eat it?"

"Go, go, Bo Hua is still here, don't frighten the child." The fat butcher rolled his eyes at him, "If you eat ten dishes here, you have to claim that nine of them contain human flesh."

He placed the empty plate on the mouth of the jar, then tilted the jar upside down and slowly opened it upwards.

Immediately, the mellow flavor, shiny juice and square purple-red meat were neatly placed on the plate.

This thing is a bit like the pagoda meat that Tang Long once had, but it just looks fragrant. The charming taste is completely unmatched by pagoda meat. It is like constantly stimulating the diners' mouths, making people unable to help themselves. The ground is drooling.

"Bo Hua, don't listen to this old guy's nonsense." The fat butcher comforted Tang Long, and then he couldn't wait to use his chopsticks.

"Um……"

After taking a bite of meat, he showed an expression of enjoyment: "It smells good, it smells really good, but what kind of material is this meat made of? I feel like I have never eaten it before."

"This color..." Tang Long couldn't help but his eyelids twitched, "Ghost meat?" (End of Chapter)