I open an adventure house in the mysterious world of recovery

"What exactly is locked in this black drawer? Is it a ghost controller who cannot be revived by suppressing the evil ghost?"

Tang Long's fingers touched the nail scratches in the drawer, and his expression changed slightly.

But his goal was not to explore the truth, but to trigger a mission, so he quickly forgot about it. At this time, the only counter in the entire hall where the shopkeeper was sitting was left unchecked.

Several Zhou Zheng returned empty-handed, proving that there was no supernatural existence in that place. Tang Long went over to search and found only a tattered account book.

There are many names recorded in the ledger, including those of ghost masters and ordinary people. Their causes of illness, recovery status of evil ghosts, and treatment status are also recorded. There are also very few cases where money is collected from people. Ghost money is not the same as real money. How to collect.

"This should be the account book recorded by Master's father, Zhang Chongqing." Tang Long's eyes moved. He remembered that Zhang Bohua was not so easy to talk to back then. His medicine was only sold or given to potential ghost controllers. He didn't have that ability. I even got scolded when I came to buy medicine with potential.

For example, Lin Yunhui, the beautiful paper doll who is still on board the ghost ship, was scolded by Zhang Bohua when she wanted to buy medicine, saying that she did not have enough potential to take medicine, and was later forced to sell half of the coffin he had replaced.

The ancestral motto of Dahong Pharmacy is that doctors have a benevolent heart, and they are worthy of admiration. However, the dark age of supernatural resurgence forced Zhang Bohua to serve food to others. I guess he must have been in pain, so he once murmured to himself that Dahong was dead.

It is not difficult to build a drug store. With Zhang Bohua's ability, the national chain is not a problem. What is broken is Dahong's spirit.

Luo Qian once said that Zhang Bohua's father was the only one worthy of Dahong's ancestral training. This also corresponds to the situation in the ledger.

But just when Tang Long thought this, a thin piece of yellow paper fell out. When he picked it up and took a look, his expression suddenly changed wildly.

What was recorded above was a chilling text.

Zhao Xinyi, left arm, twelve and a half pounds.

Zheng Wuqi, the back of the neck, eight pounds.

Kong Qinghou, abdomen, seven pounds and thirteen liang.

…

And one of the names is astonishingly:

Zhang Youhong, whole body, weighs ninety-five pounds.

"What is going on?" Tang Long couldn't help but hold his head and exclaimed, "It looks like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre!"

That classic plasma movie came to mind, and coupled with Wang Yiyi's words about the ghost closet chef's habit of eating human flesh, Tang Long couldn't help but fill his mind with a lot of things.

"Calm down, it must be the way I opened it... No, it must be the menu from Pao Ya. Let me check..."

Tang Long took a deep breath and carefully compared the fonts. Unfortunately, the fonts on this yellow paper were exactly the same as those on the account book.

"Could it be that Master's father is a superficial gentleman and a perverted existence in the mainland?" Tang Long's expression was somewhat unpleasant.

Of course, these are just speculations. In the face of no solid evidence, anyone who talks nonsense will be sued for defamation.

"Look deeper."

Although there is only one shop on the outside, the internal space of the supernatural place has always been unreasonable. After walking through the front hall, the spacious courtyard and the well-proportioned rooms came into Tang Long's eyes.

Tang Long kept his target and asked Zhou Zheng to clear the way. He cautiously explored each room and found that most of them were "wards" for patients to stay in temporarily.

The facilities in the ward are similar, including a simple bed, a table, two chairs, a cabinet and a small medicine stove.

"Seven wards." I don't know if it was a coincidence, but Tang Long came up with a somewhat concerning number.

The ward was mostly empty, but the smell of blood in the air was stronger. However, the Starving Ghost did not find any supernatural beings, so Tang Long did not search carefully for the time being.

Of the remaining three rooms, two of them should be the master rooms. The layout inside is a little better. From the clues inside, it can be judged that one room is lived by Zhang Bohua, and the other one naturally belongs to the shopkeeper Zhang Chongqing.

Tang Long first went to see Zhang Bohua's room. He could only say that it was a little better, but limited. This was mainly reflected in the medicine stove. The medicine stoves in other rooms were small, but the medicine stove here was surprisingly big.

Zhang Chongqing's room was a bit more complicated. In addition to the larger medicine stove, which could almost cook half a living person, the bed was also messy, covered with several layers of curtains, and the bedding was thickly stacked on top of each other. The small earthen bed was obviously only big enough for one person to lie down on.

The smell of blood in the air was pungent as never before. Tang Long stood in front of the kang and frowned, suddenly reaching out and lifting up the messy bedding.

What came into view were the traces of dried blood in large areas. It was hard to imagine what had happened in this room. The entire Tukang was soaked with blood and turned into a strange dark red color, giving people the impression of a Blood may even flow out if you step on it.

But... there is still no supernatural being. Not only Zhou Zheng didn't respond, but Tang Long's own ghost pupils didn't either.

"The list recording the weight, the earthen bed soaked with blood..." Tang Long was speechless for a moment, then turned around and left, almost as if he was escaping.

He could not imagine and was unwilling to admit that his master's father, a doctor praised by countless people, would have such a dark side.

"Calm down. I haven't seen it with my own eyes yet. There must be something inside that I don't know about. After all, it involves supernatural beings."

He came to the door of the last room and slowly backed away.

What comes into view is a neatly arranged coffin. It can be seen that most of them are ordinary coffins. This should be the "morgue" in a modern hospital, used to temporarily store the bodies of patients who died of illness.

The dark coffin in the middle caught Tang Long's attention. The other coffins were all ordinary things. A glance inside them with the ghost eyes revealed that they were empty.

Only this coffin obviously exudes a supernatural smell, and it is clearly the product of a coffin shop. The black coffin holds a ghost, and what is imprisoned in it should be a quite terrifying existence.

"Zhang Chongqing's body?" Tang Long frowned slightly, "If this is the case, touching it should be able to get a trial mission, right? The content is most likely to confront and imprison Zhang Chongqing after the ghost ghost has recovered?"

Zhang Bohua's body was buried in the ghost ancient house. Under the suppression of Dongtian Emperor, he was unable to have any impact on Dahong Chinese Medicine Shop, so the one who was in danger should be the former shopkeeper.

With this thought, Tang Long carefully approached the black coffin and placed his hand on the coffin.

Nothing happened, the coffin did not move, he was not attacked by supernatural beings, and there was no message on the black phone.

"This thing won't be broken, right?" Tang Long frowned and flicked his phone twice to express his dissatisfaction.

Of course, this is useless.

"There is no other way but to use the last resort." Tang Long handed over dozens of Zhou Zhengs, almost filling the morgue in one go, and he hid in the back and directed.

"Old Zhou, open the coffin."

One of the hungry ghosts walked up and put his palm on the coffin. If a ghost jumped out after the coffin was opened, he would be surrounded by dozens of hungry ghosts in an instant. Even if Lao Luo came, he would have to scramble for a while. .

"Kick-kick--!"

The black coffin was opened, making a sound like a strange laughter, but something happened that surprised Tang Long.

There are no ghosts, not even corpses, but there are actually...

Empty!

"Did I think in the wrong direction? The trial mission of Dahong Chinese Medicine Store is not on the ghost street, but to dig out the master's coffin in the ghost old house?"

Tang Long frowned and checked the coffin, but found nothing.

But when he turned his head, he was shocked.

Inside the coffin lid that was overturned on the ground, there were many scratches scattered all over the place. It could be seen that they were also traces of fingernails, and they should be women's fingernails. Not to mention they were sharper and thinner, and the handwriting was also more delicate.

That's right, those scratches combined are words, revealing a heart-stopping hatred and despair in their delicate delicacy.

Half of the coffin lid was covered with scratches like this. It should be that a woman's arms could only reach so much, and the combination of these scratches was a sentence that was repeated over and over again.

"He knows, he knows!"

"who knows?"

Tang Long's body was immersed in the scene and he thought about it. A woman who might have been resurrected as a ghost but was not completely dead was not treated and was imprisoned in a black coffin.

At the last moment of her life, she clawed at the inside of the coffin lid frantically with her nails, cursing...

"He knows."

Is this him Zhang Chongqing or Zhang Bohua?

Tang Long felt upset. Not only had his trip been in vain, but the originally sacred Dahong Chinese Medicine Shop had also cast a shadow in his heart.

"Don't let your emotions rule your heart." He took a deep breath and slapped his face heavily, "Believe in Master's inheritance and Dahong's ancestral precepts."

"And these are not the most critical now. The most critical thing is how to unlock this five-star scene. Did I miss something..."

Tang Long began to recall, starting from the moment he entered the door, was there any corner that he forgot to search, or was there anything that he had not touched...

"is that one!"

Soon, he came up with the answer and suddenly ran out.

When I came to Ghost Street to buy paper boats, I had seen this store from a distance. At that time, there were two things about it that attracted Tang Long.

The first is that none of the shops in the ghost street have names. Even if they are listed, they are simply called coffin shops, paper-making shops, etc. Only the Chinese medicine shop has the name "Dahong".

The second is that Zhang Bohua has obviously moved away a long time ago, and even the Chinese medicine shop is abandoned, but the sign outside is still brand new.

"If my guess is correct..."

Returning to the door again and looking at the brand new sign hanging above the door, Tang Long took a deep breath and stretched out his hand.

Sure enough, the moment he touched the sign, a notification came from the black mobile phone.

But Tang Long was not in the mood to look, because when he touched the signboard, what made him cry was no longer the dark wooden signboard with red letters.

Instead, there is a stone tombstone lying sideways, with red letters on it clearly saying: "The Tomb of Zhang Chongqing."

"Tombstone..." Tang Long's eyes narrowed, "The tombstone made by Cai Yuanchang, the tombstone old man who was imprisoned in Baishui Town?" (End of Chapter)