I open an adventure house in the mysterious world of recovery

The feeling of becoming a ghost master is different from what is described in the book.

Tang Long did not feel the coldness and pain, and his mood was not affected at all and became cold and indifferent. His heart was still warm.

"Is it because of the black phone?" Tang Long touched his brand new ghost eyes and murmured to himself, "Thank you."

His original intention remains unchanged, he still adheres to the principle of doing good deeds and not asking about the future. This is enough.

Carrying the body bag and carrying the Forgotten Ghost, Tang Long walked slowly towards Building 7 and knocked on the door of 301, which contained countless horrors.

"Squeak——!"

The old door slowly opened, and the cold air hit the nostrils. The dim and yellow lights automatically turned on. It felt like a voice-controlled light, but in fact it was controlled by a supernatural being.

I don’t know how many evil ghosts are buried in this small room 301. Of course, they are all suppressed by Meng Xiaodong’s terrifying and weird doll and cannot mess around.

"excuse me."

Tang Long greeted politely and walked in without forgetting to turn around and close the door.

The house gives people a detached modern feel. The furniture inside is all wooden and red-painted, mottled and faded. The walls and floors are made of extremely old-fashioned ceramic tiles, completely in the style of the Republic of China.

But what contrasts with the old furniture is that the whole house is extremely clean and spotless in the true sense. No matter how hard you clean it, you can't achieve this level. There is only one explanation, and that is the supernatural power.

Tang Long's gaze rested on a wall, where there was an oil painting. The person in the oil painting was a handsome man from the Republic of China period. He was tall, handsome, handsome, and looked like an aristocratic son.

The most important thing is that the outline of his facial features is somewhat similar to Zhang Youhong.

"Zhang Dong when he was young."

Tang Long lowered his eyes slightly to express his respect. Among the seven elders, Zhang Dong and Meng Xiaodong were lovers. However, in order to suppress their respective supernatural places, they never saw each other until their death. Meng Xiaodong still used His past self was invaded by a supernatural being, and he only attended Zhangdong's funeral.

At the end of the living room, there are two bedrooms, one on the left and one on the right. The one on the right slowly opened, and Meng Xiaodong's voice came again: "What you want is here."

Tang Long maintained a polite attitude and slowly walked in. He saw the gloomy old lady sitting on the workbench, stepping on the sewing machine slowly, and the materials for sewing items were all kinds of broken. Cloth, weird hair and old needlework.

The scapegoat doll, an extremely precious life-saving supernatural object, was handmade by Meng Xiaodong. As for how it appeared in the headquarters, it must have been passed through Mr. Qin.

At the end of his life, this old man dedicated himself to ending supernatural phenomena...

Tang Long showed respect and bowed: "Hello, Granny Meng, my name is Tang Long."

"Don't be so polite, the cheongsam is over there, take it and go."

Meng Xiaodong's voice was gentle and kind, but her attitude was very direct. After all, she was the top ghost controller of the previous era, so she naturally didn't need to pay attention to any red tape.

Following the direction she pointed, Tang Long saw a female-looking puppet next to the workbench, and the puppet was wearing the red cheongsam.

Obviously, this puppet is Zhang Youhong's body after she gave up her body, a terrifying ghost, but next to Meng Xiaodong, it seems to be just an ordinary puppet.

"My friend..." Tang Long pointed at Li Leping in the body bag.

"Put down the things and ghosts, and you can take the cheongsam and leave." Although Meng Xiaodong was willing to help, his attitude was always quite cold.

"There's one more thing I want to ask you." But it doesn't matter. Tang Long said that I don't have any advantages, just thick-skinned. "I wonder when that bus will stop in reality and at which station it will stop?"

"You're not in danger of resuscitation, so why are you looking for that car?" Meng Xiaodong's tone changed slightly, but he still didn't look back.

"I want to take that car to an old house and visit an old man."

Hearing this, Meng Xiaodong's hands and feet that had never been idle finally stopped. He sat there in silence for a few seconds before slowly speaking: "Three days later, at seven o'clock in the evening, Xiuchun Road, Dachuan City, three stops later. car."

"thank you."

Tang Long then walked over and picked up the red cheongsam, but the moment his palm touched the fabric, he actually had an extra memory that was not his own.

However, that memory did not invade his mind, presumably because it did not meet the requirements. If it was Liu Qingqing, it might be completely different.

Therefore, Tang Long watched the entire memory from a third-party perspective in the same way as watching CG.

At the beginning of the scene, the camera zoomed in, and there was an old woman lying on the ground. She wore two things that Tang Long was very familiar with, a red cheongsam, black high-heeled shoes, and a jade bracelet as red as blood on her wrist.

It's just that this old woman's expression is stiff, her eyes are dull, and her face is gray. She is obviously not a normal human being.

If these characteristics don't prove that she is a ghost, then the coffin nail on her forehead should definitely disprove her.

There were three people standing in front of the old woman. The first one was the handsome man in the oil painting, Zhang Dong in his youth.

The second one, Zhang Youhong, her appearance has remained unchanged, but her expression at this time is very strange, with resentment and sadness intertwined on her face.

Although Tang Long, the third beautiful and delicate woman, did not recognize him, he could tell from the loving look she looked at Zhang Dong that this was the young Meng Xiaodong.

The three of them looked down at the female ghost at their feet and remained silent. After a while, Zhang Dong finally spoke slowly: "Mom is dead."

"Mo Li Gui died when she revived. What we are dealing with is just the ghost in her body." Zhang Youhong's tone was much colder than Zhang Dong's.

The old woman lying on the ground turned out to be a ghost controller and the mother of Zhang Dong and Zhang Youhong.

"Little sister, don't blame mom." Zhang Dong sighed, "She did it for..."

"For the sake of this era, you don't need to be so long-winded. I've been tired of hearing it since I was a child." Zhang Youhong sneered, and then without opening her mouth, she walked forward and took off her mother's red cheongsam and black cheongsam. High heels and blood bracelets were put on one after another.

With the addition of three supernatural objects, her expression became much colder, and there were not many living features left.

"Let's go." Zhang Dong sighed, with guilt on his face, but more of a determination, "Go back to the ancestral home in Huanggang Village, put mom back in the coffin, and make you completely abandon human life. The body inherits mom’s supernatural powers.”

Zhang Youhong smiled. Although she was smiling, tears kept falling down: "Okay, I can't beat you, so I can only listen to you, but remember it for me."

She took a deep look at Zhang Dong: "After suppressing this era, I will definitely live another life, and live a good and dignified life in a human body."

Zhang Dong walked towards his mother's figure and paused for a moment, without looking back, but sighed: "If such a day comes, I won't stop you."

…

Tang Long withdrew from Zhang Youhong's memory, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional in his heart. A young, beautiful, and prosperous woman was forcibly given a supernatural object and turned into a puppet. It's no wonder that Zhang Youhong is so persistent in reviving her life.

Of course, he still can't tolerate occupying other people's bodies for this kind of thing. If you, Zhang Youhong, want to be resurrected, come to my haunted house to resurrect.

After coming back to his senses, he took the red cheongsam and prepared to leave, but at this moment, Meng Xiaodong stood up slowly: "Since you are going to that ancient house, help me bring this thing to him."

Tang Long looked at the thing in the other person's hand, and his ghost eyes were stricken with pain. They were three earth-yellow sticks, like the incense used on the land of the City God during the Republic of China.

Seeing this thing, Tang Long recalled that when Yang Jian was delivering letters on the fourth floor, he was shocked for seven days at the ancient house where Zhang Dong was buried. There were three sticks of incense in the back hall.

These three sticks of incense can be used to strengthen supernatural powers and resist evil spirits, and they can also be inserted in front of the grave of the seventh elder in exchange for the crucial white rice. It can be said to be priceless.

Moreover, one of Zhang Youhong’s preliminary tasks seems to be to light a stick of incense in front of her grave.

Now Meng Xiaodong gave these three sticks of incense to Tang Long as a test to see if he would take one himself.

"Don't worry, I will definitely deliver it." Tang Long responded seriously, carefully putting the three sticks of incense into the bone bracelet.

"The clear and shallow pond, mandarin ducks playing in the water. Red clothes and green cover, lotus flowers blooming. They are in love with each other..."

When she walked out of the bedroom, Meng Xiaodong's vague humming came from behind her. It seemed that mentioning Zhang Dong made her a little sad.

…

After leaving Room 301, Tang Long simply stayed in Dachuan City for three days, which was considered a vacation for himself.

A few hours after he left 301, Li Leping had already become a ghost controller to control four powerful ghosts with the help of Meng Xiaodong. However, his memory was erased again, and he did not remember the other party at all. Instead, he thought it was Tang Long gave him help and thanked him profusely.

Since Meng Xiaodong didn't want to be known, Tang Long shamelessly accepted the credit. It happened that he also needed to use this favor to say a few words to Li Leping.

"Although I helped you, I may not be harming you." Tang Long patted the other party on the shoulder. He could no longer remember Li Leping's appearance. Although he now knew who the other party was, he would forget it as soon as he turned his head. .

"Controlling the Forgotten Ghost means that no one can remember you anymore, even if the other person is your relative or friend, you will always be alone in this world..."

"It doesn't matter, I've already made up my mind." Li Leping chuckled, looking calm and calm, "Besides, wouldn't you remember me if it weren't for Mr. Tang? Even if you don't remember my appearance, when something needs to happen, If you want to help, don’t forget to contact me.”

"Definitely." Tang Long nodded, and then warned, "You have now formed a perfect balance. Next, you only need to slowly wait for the conflict between the ghosts to take effect and become an alien. Don't aim too high and control other ghosts. , one who accidentally breaks the balance will be in big trouble."

This time, Tang Long broke in. With the help of Meng Xiaodong, Li Leping perfectly controlled the four ghosts without losing control at night.

"If you want to control a new ghost, you must inform me and listen to my advice. If you encounter a ghost, you must not control it. The ability of the Forgotten Ghost is not omnipotent, and it cannot erase the ghost's power. The invasion of consciousness will lead to catastrophe!"

The relationship between Zhang Youhong and Zhang Dong is not in the original work. It is my own creation. Some readers may not like it, but fans always have to bring in some personal information. Each of the seven elders will have their own exclusive I will work hard to write the story and quest line~

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