I open an adventure house in the mysterious world of recovery

"Your father?"

Tang Long was stunned for a moment, then realized that what Yang Jian was encountering was not his father, Yang Xiao, but a very special ghost, the newspaper ghost.

Its level of terror can only be described as average, but it has a very strange ability, that is, it can steal and modify people's memories.

Most ghosts in this world have no self-awareness, but ghosts that steal the memories of living people are equivalent to borrowing the consciousness of living people to do things for themselves. Although the level of terror is not high, they are quite cunning and tricky.

In the original work, Yang Jian's classmate Zhao Lei and ZS City Director Tong Qian fell into the hands of this ghost. Even Leg Brother himself was almost tricked into entering the Caesar Hotel by the other party's plan, and was chopped up by a hatchet by the headless man's corpse. .

"That ghost has something that seems to be able to restrain my ghost eyes, so I hope to get your help so that you can repay the favor I just received." Yang Jian's words were very hasty, and he did not hide his affection for the blood-stained old newspaper. Desire, after all, involves one's own survival.

"No problem." Tang Long agreed. The other party had just helped him conceal the existence of the coffin nails, and also helped imprison the knocker. This favor must be repaid no matter what.

Soon, he took a taxi to the location told by Yang Jian. Here, just like in the original work, Leg Brother was experimenting with a few gangsters in the ghost realm.

"It's a lot of fun." Tang Long walked over leisurely with a body bag on his back. The ghost with pale arms was also brought back to the haunted house by the black mobile phone, so the bag turned into a body bag to hold him. Hammer stuff.

"I'm just experimenting with what you told me." Yang Jian said calmly, "It is indeed consistent with your conclusion. Things like ghost realm are completely unreasonable."

"If you are reasonable, you are not a ghost." Tang Long shrugged, "Let's go together to meet your father."

Yang Jian: "...That's not my dad. Thank you."

Soon, the two of them rushed back to the rental house on guard, but the newspaper ghost had disappeared without a trace.

Yang Jian's lips twitched, exuding a feeling of displeasure as if the overcooked duck had flown away: "I don't believe it."

Afterwards, he sat directly on his hard bed, folded his hands on his chest, and looked like he was ready to die.

Tang Long shrugged and sat on the chair next to him, but he was familiar with the plot and knew that at least he wouldn't be able to wait for today.

While waiting, he and Yang Jian chatted a lot, imparting to each other some of the common sense in the circle of ghost controllers in the original work. He also obtained the address book from him in order to worry about the psychological shadow left on some children. .

Asking for the entire address book was just a cover-up. There were only two people Tang Long really wanted to contact.

One is Zhang Wei, the silly son of a landlord. Although he is an out-and-out funny man, his father Zhang Xiangui is a capable man. He threw almost all his belongings into the haunted house, and the capital chain will soon be out of supply. Well, if I can have this person to help me, I won’t have to worry about money.

One is the unlucky kid Zhao Lei, who was later deprived of his face by a newspaper ghost. The reason was that he actually wanted to approach the evil ghost and become a ghost controller. Tang Long was going to save him once, and the other two wanted to be ghost controllers. He couldn't do it here. Okay.

Soon, the sun was setting, and Yang Jian sighed: "It seems that the ghost will not come back."

"At least we won't come back while the two of us are here." Tang Long said lightly, "If it is like you said, this ghost can control other people's memories, it means that he can use human wisdom to deal with us .”

"Under such circumstances, it can be said to be extremely difficult to find it. You must be careful."

"I understand." Yang Jian nodded, and after the two left the rental house, he suddenly said, "I will seriously consider joining the Ghost Story Association."

"You want to see what's going on at the headquarters." Tang Long revealed his little thoughts, "Don't worry, joining the headquarters doesn't mean you can't join the Ghost Story Association."

"Huh?" Yang Jian couldn't help but was stunned, thinking to himself, is it really okay for you, the president of the Ghost Story Association, to encourage members to be young men like this?

"The Ghost Stories Association is not as complicated as you think. The original intention of its establishment was just for everyone to join a group to stay warm and survive."

Tang Long smiled and said: "In addition, I also want to solve problems for every member, adhering to respect and care for people, understanding and acceptance of the heart, and gratitude and reward for life."

"Although what you said is very good, I feel like it's like a pyramid scheme." Yang Jian looked like an old man on the subway with his cell phone. Even if there are no ghosts these days, such kind and sincere people are rare. Most of them are just talking. The more beautiful you speak, the more despicable your actions are.

"If you don't believe it, you can come to No. 2 for a nominal observation first. It will not affect your joining the headquarters. You can withdraw at any time if you feel it is inappropriate."

In order to recruit Brother You, Tang Long spared no effort.

"Hmm...Okay." Yang Jian pondered for a long time, feeling that he didn't seem to have anything worthy of being deceived by the other party, and finally nodded, "I'll join."

"Niiiiiiice——!"

Tang Long celebrated with his hands crossed in the standard Er Qiao pose, and then he returned to his serious tone and said, "In that case, let me, the president, give you some small membership benefits."

He asked for Yang Jian's bank card number and made a call, and soon 10 million was received.

"After all, I led you to become a ghost controller, and I can't guarantee that you won't die from the resurrection of a ghost in the future. This ten million can be considered as settlement expenses. If you die, your family will have a guarantee. , if you trust me in the future, you can place your family in Dajian City."

After waving his hand, Tang Long walked away gracefully, his back looking particularly tall in the sunset.

Yang Jian, on the other hand, stared blankly at this huge sum of money. Brother Legs, who had not yet developed at this time, couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.

"What a good man..."

In less than half a day, Tang Long had already flown back to Dajian City under the cover of darkness. What greeted him was not the cheers of employees and beautiful women in cars, but a roar.

"Tang Long!"

Tang Long, who was waving from behind and looked extremely dashing, couldn't help but reveal a wry smile when he heard these words: "What's wrong, Jiaojiao?"

Tang Jiaojiao, his biological sister in this world, had just graduated from college and majored in accounting, so she naturally came to work as an accountant in her brother's company.

Who knew that not long after, Tang Long went crazy and sold all his properties, insisting on opening a haunted house. As a result, Tang Jiaojiao could only become an accountant of the haunted house.

In the past few months, she had watched with great pain as Tang Long spent money after money on those inexplicable props, and she almost died of anger.

Although the haunted house is now very prosperous and very popular, the initial investment is too large, and tourists will get tired of playing the haunted house a few times at most, and they will not even be able to find a home for second-hand items.

According to Tang Jiaojiao's pessimistic calculations, even if this haunted house costs 200 yuan per scene and the venue is full, it will take 10 years to recover the money, not to mention that this prodigal man actually ordered the tickets for 50 yuan!

This is completely a money-losing business. The more prosperous the haunted house is, the faster the savings will be depleted. Originally, there were still 10 million left, which could be sustained for a while, but this guy went to Dachang City on a business trip and lost everything. !

Tang Jiaojiao's eyes were red, and she rolled up her arms and sleeves: "Tang Long, if you don't give me an explanation, I will fight with you! Now there is not a penny left in the card, and next month's salary will not be paid. Out!"

"Jiaojiao, calm down, calm down." Tang Long waved his hand with a wry smile, "I am investing, do you understand investing? I promise you, soon you will never worry about money again."

He was also very helpless. Of course he couldn't tell his family about the haunted world, and they wouldn't believe him if he told him. In this case, it is better to let yourself bear everything and let your family live a peaceful and ordinary life with peace of mind.

I believe that everyone who steps into the supernatural circle will make such a choice, because this field is too dangerous.

"Tang Long..." Upon hearing this, Tang Jiaojiao's eyes turned red and she looked worried, "You, did you go gambling online? Listen to me, everything there is fake, Qian Don’t believe it, just tell me the truth…”

"Your carelessness is the same as your mother's." Tang Long didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "We watched All or Nothing together last weekend. Do you think I would touch that thing?"

He reached out and touched his sister's little head, and his tone softened: "I know you have been very hard and anxious these past few months, but trust me, I won't do anything stupid, and a large amount of funds will be injected soon." of."

"Really?" Tang Jiaojiao looked at him with red eyes.

"Really." Tang Long assured with a smile. Now that he has reached a cooperative relationship with the headquarters, will he still be short of money?

"Let's go, I'll treat you to a French dinner."

"No, just go back after eating a bowl of noodles. I still have to settle accounts..."

The brother and sister walked to the taxi stand at the airport chatting and laughing. People who didn't know would never expect that the once richest man in Dajian would be so simple and down-to-earth.

…

After a simple dinner, Tang Long hurried back to the haunted house. It was already 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, and the entire huge paradise was plunged into deep darkness, which was daunting.

But for him, who has Yin Tong, entering it is like going home, standing out like a fish in water. In fact, in order to avoid disturbing his family, Tang Long does live alone in this horror paradise, separated from his parents and sister.

"Seventh Middle School, Seventh Middle School..."

Tang Long's starting speed was much faster than Chen Ge of Adventure House. Because he had money and knew the plot well, he bought the entire abandoned amusement park, so there was no shortage of space.

But Tang Long still placed the terrifying scene of the No. 7 Middle School underground. After all, the knocker was a bit too scary. His plan was to place all A-level and above ghosts underground to avoid being seen by people with ulterior motives.

After turning on the mechanism he specially made, Tang Long's eyes lit up. In the empty underground space that was originally dug out, there was already the first scene.

Walking into the No. 7 Middle School, the layout inside is exactly the same as in reality, but there is only one teaching building where Yang Jian's classroom is located, and the buildings are in a state of decay, aging, and erosion. It seems that the knocker has already stayed here. long time.

He specifically stepped on the decayed areas and hit them with a sledgehammer a few times to make sure they were still solid and would not allow tourists to step on the stairs and fall. Only then did he feel at ease.

After all, Su Lei, the class beauty of Yang Jian's class in the original work, was unlucky enough to fall when the stairs collapsed and her neck was pierced by a steel bar.

"Crack, click, click..."

At this moment, a strange sound came. He turned around and saw a girl doll that kept moving at the door of the class. Her expression was painful and sad, and her mouth kept opening and closing, but she could not speak. Words come.

"It's Can Nian." Tang Long's eyes narrowed and he began to use his ghost ears to listen, but soon he showed a subtle expression.

"This remnant...is it Su Lei?"