I open an adventure house in the mysterious world of recovery

Chapter 56 Returning the Cattail Fan
Looking at the message prompts on the black mobile phone, Tang Long's mind went blank for a moment. What is the concept of a six-star horror scene?
In the original Adventure House, the final mission, Nightmare City, only has five stars. The level of horror makes one’s scalp numb just thinking about it, but the Yin and Yang Realm here is actually six stars.

And looking at these seven branches, aren't they the supernatural places guarded by the seven elders? When the Ghost Post Office and Sandalwood Hall were unlocked, Tang Long had guessed that maybe each of the seven elders had a trial mission. Now look at it. It turns out so.

But he didn't expect that the horror scenes unlocked by these seven people could be merged together to become a super large six-star horror scene.

"Yin Yang Realm..." Tang Long frowned. He remembered that the last of the three rooms in Dachang City, the space with a golden door, was called Yin Yang Road.

Ghosts invade from the supernatural world to the real world through the Yin and Yang Road. It can be said that solving this thing can take the first step to end the supernatural era.

But the ultimate mission of his black phone is actually called the Yin and Yang Realm. Is it to merge the real world and the supernatural world?

Before Tang Long had time to think about this problem, an old voice came from the medicine shop: "Young man, since you are here, don't stand at the door and watch. Come in and have a cup of tea."

Only then did he come back to his senses and realized that he was actually here to see Zhang Bohua. He quickly calmed down and walked into the drug store.

When Yang Jian found Zhang Bohua, it was already in the later stages of the novel. At that time, he was on the verge of death, and even the smell of rotting corpses emitted from his body, but it was masked by the stronger smell of Chinese medicine.

However, during that period, about two years later, although Zhang Bohua is still old and weak, at least his spirit is stronger than that time. He is wearing sunglasses and his eyes seem not to be completely blind. Sitting on the Taishi chair, he looks like he is basking in the sun. The old man actually had no light shining on him.

Next to the Grand Master's chair, stood a plump and graceful woman in her thirties. They looked like grandfather and grandson, but in fact they were just master and disciple.

"Hello, old gentleman, my name is Tang Long." Tang Long bent down and gave a junior salute, "I came to you today because I have a few things to ask."

"Young people don't need to be so polite." Zhang Bohua smiled kindly, "Sit down, Xiaoru, and serve tea."

After Tang Long sat down opposite the old man, the woman named Xiaoru came up with a pot of hot tea and poured him and the old man a cup respectively.

"Your situation is very special." Zhang Bohua hid under his sunglasses and glanced at Tang Long with an almost blind eye. "Although there is a ghost in him, he is different from the ghost controller. He is almost untouched." You are a normal person without any supernatural influence, but at the same time, I feel the aura of an old friend in you."

"But when dealing with them, it's impossible for you not to be infected with the supernatural. Do you mind telling me about your situation?"

Zhang Bohua seems to have lost contact with several other people. After all, Zhang Dong and others are staying in the supernatural land. He is the only one who has come out to open this Chinese medicine shop to cultivate future generations. Maybe everyone's opinions have been somewhat conflicted.

"Yes, my eyes were given by a mother-in-law named Meng in Dachuan City, but they are still my eyes, not from ghosts."

Tang Long didn't want to get too entangled in the topic of black mobile phones, so he quickly changed the subject: "I am here today to do three things. The first one is to bring your old friends to see old friends."

As he spoke, Tang Long's shadow quickly squirmed and divided into two, one on the left and one on the right. The left side showed the image of a tall old man, and the right side showed the figure of a graceful and charming woman.

Then, Luo Wensong and Zhang Youhong slowly emerged from the shadows, one with a face full of corpse spots, and the other still young, but equally stiff, cold, and lifeless.

The woman named Xiaoru couldn't help but shiver. She had never personally experienced the cruelty of the supernatural circle since she was a child, protected by the big tree Zhang Bohua, let alone seen what an S-class ghost was.

But soon, she regained her composure. With her master here, no matter how terrifying the ghost was, she couldn't do anything wrong.

"Luo Wensong, Zhang Youhong?"

Seeing the appearance of these two corpses, Zhang Bohua, who was half lying on the Taishi chair, couldn't help but stand up and staggered forward a few steps.

"Master." Xiaoru hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

But Zhang Bohua waved his hand and said no, dragged his old body forward, glanced at Zhang Youhong for a few times, then straightened his back and looked straight at Luo Wensong.

The expression on his face was mixed with sadness and anger, and finally slowly returned to calmness and relief.

"It seems that he finally figured it out." Zhang Bohua moved his steps slowly, and his voice seemed to tremble a little, but he soon calmed down and sat back on the Taishi chair, "To make you laugh, the relationship between me and him once was We didn’t have a very good relationship because I didn’t agree with his way of doing things, and we almost got into fights several times.”

This time he did not lie down half-way: "But who would have thought that this old guy who I thought was the most selfish would finally give up everything and become the administrator of the ghost post office, maintaining the stability of that era."

Tang Long knew that it was also described in the original work. Although Luo Wensong in his old age sacrificed a lot to end the supernatural events, Luo Wensong in his middle age was a ruthless and gloomy man. After being summoned, his attitude was ambiguous when he saw Zhang Bohua's grave.

But he didn't expect that there was a grudge between the two.

Zhang Bohua sighed with emotion for a while, looked at Tang Long and smiled: "Now it seems that the two of them have entrusted their future to you." "For now, only Lao Luo... Ahem, Luo Lao is always like this, this Miss Zhang is just Forced to cooperate with me." Tang Long said it smoothly and almost blurted it out to Lao Luo.

"Haha." But Zhang Bohua didn't care, "She was forced to join the supernatural circle. She left her life of fine clothes and fine food and went to deal with those ghosts. It's normal for her to be resentful, but I can see that she I still like you very much."

"You like me?" Tang Long's expression was a little subtle. He didn't know what Zhang Bohua saw from Zhang Youhong's body, but he planned to use her as a shield.

"Thank you, descendant. I am very satisfied to be able to see my old friends before I die." Zhang Bohua waved his hand, and Tang Long took the two of them back into the shadows.

"The second thing..." Tang Long took out a box from the body bag, "I found this thing by accident and came here to return it to you."

"Haha, it's hard for you to come to visit me, an old man like me, and prepare a gift. I will return the gift later."

Zhang Bohua took the box with a smile, but after opening it, his body shook violently, which was even greater than when he saw Luo Wensong and Zhang Youhong.

A few seconds later, a tear actually flowed down his old, shriveled face.

"Master!"

Xiaoru was immediately shocked. It was very common to give gifts to people who came here to visit and ask for medicine, but what was the background of this young man who could give a gift that made the master cry?
"Old sir?" Tang Long was also confused. He didn't expect that this seemingly ordinary cattail leaf fan could be so lethal.

After a long time, Zhang Bohua came back to his senses and chuckled: "Young man, I made you laugh, but I have been looking for this thing for a long time."

He stretched out his trembling old hand and picked up the old cattail leaf fan from the box: "This was passed down to me by my father when he was dying. When I was a child, I accidentally broke it on the altar table out of fun. A jar of medicine, the look in my father’s eyes at that time is something I will never forget.”

"I was young at the time and didn't understand why he had that look in his eyes. It wasn't until I lost the fan that I finally understood how he felt at that time."

Zhang Bohua gently stroked the cattail leaf fan: "But I am useless as a son. Dahong... is about to collapse."

Judging from his tone, it seemed that Zhang Bohua was born into a family of traditional Chinese medicine, and Tang Long did not forget the name of the supernatural scene he corresponded to - Dahong Traditional Chinese Medicine Shop.

"It won't fall." For some reason, Tang Long felt an impulse when looking at the silent old man stroking his fan, "Old man, there must be a Dahong Chinese Medicine Store in the Horror Paradise."

"Young people, it's a good thing to be determined." Zhang Bohua smiled, maybe thinking that Tang Long was comforting himself, "But for the future, it's better to close down my Chinese medicine shop."

His Chinese medicine shop has already removed the signboard with the word "Dahong". Zhang Bohua also knows that his end is approaching. In order to prevent his resurrection from death from causing new supernatural events, he has prepared a coffin. Prepare to be buried with your old friends after you die.

Although everyone's opinions differed at the last moment, the years spent supporting each other together are more precious than anything.

Tang Long did not continue to express his determination. Language is quite feeble, especially in such a desperate era.

He will use actions and practical results to give hope to the elderly in front of him.

"There is one last thing." Tang Long's expression became serious, "I want to ask you about the whereabouts of a ghost."

"Which ghost?" Zhang Bohua was slightly startled.

"That salesman." Tang Long couldn't help but become nervous. If he could get information about the salesman from Zhang Bohua, he wouldn't have to go to Cao Yang anymore.

Hearing the words "Ghost Merchant", even Zhang Bohua's expression became serious: "That guy is not easy to deal with. Even if you have the two of them to help you, you will definitely not be his opponent."

Zhang Bohua insists on the word "absolutely". Obviously, even Tang Long with Lao Luo and Zhang Youhong can't compete with the ghost gangster.

After all, the other party's mission is also a genuine five-star scream index.

But if you don’t hurry up, what will happen after Zhang Dong’s death will be an even more terrifying five-and-a-half-star scene.

Just when Tang Long gritted his teeth and was about to ask again, Zhang Bohua suddenly said: "Have you been to that ancient house?"

"Yes." Tang Long said subconsciously, "Old Mr. Zhang Dong entrusted me to collect an old debt from that ghost salesman."

(End of this chapter)