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

Chapter 218 Hundreds of rivers flow eastward

"Well, it's easy to spend money but hard to make money."

I originally had a huge sum of forty-seven yuan, but I didn't expect that after visiting two stores in the ghost street, I only had seven yuan left.

The remaining seven yuan can't be spent anymore, because it will cost more to take the ghost boat later. The price is one yuan per ghost. Tang Long doesn't know whether the ghost ghost employees in the shadow will accept the money, nor does he know whether he and He Yin'er will take the money. Will be judged as human or ghost.

In the worst case, he might have to pay six yuan, and although the ghost ship knew the change, it didn't have two yuan or one yuan at all.

In other words... I might even lose money later.

"As the saying goes, when the wind blows away the eggshells, people will be happy when the wealth is gone."

Tang Long staggered on the ghost street. The paper boat and the black and white paper figure had been put back into the bone bracelet, but the beautiful paper figure could not be put away because she had a certain degree of self-awareness or something else. At this moment, she was following him like a frustrated little daughter-in-law.

After spending a total of forty yuan in an instant, Tang Long felt pain and happiness, especially when he thought that one yuan of ghost money was swallowed by the other party because he couldn't find it, his heart ached slightly.

You tell me which unlucky thing is responsible for printing this ghost money, what deceitful denomination is set, and even the most basic change can't be done. No wonder the bank went bankrupt in the end.

Seeing that there was still some time left, Tang Long continued to wander around the ghost street and saw many strange shops. Some were still open, while others were closed and dusty. They should have collapsed.

Although Tang Long felt a little itchy in the open shop, he didn't dare to go in again. God knows whether it would be like a paper shop with forced buying and selling. None of the shops that could be opened on this ghost street were fuel-efficient.

"There are medicines for human diseases, but what about ghost diseases?"

Soon, he made a new discovery. It was an old Chinese medicine shop. In addition to the couplets hanging on the left and right, there was a brand new sign with two words on it.

"Dahong."

"Dahong Chinese Medicine Store, this is the pharmacy that Mr. Zhang Bohua once opened, and according to what he once said, this business should be passed down from ancestors, but I don't know if his father is also a ghost controller, or just a simple doctor. "

This Chinese medicine shop stands out among all the shops. Firstly, its signboard is still brand-new after so long. Excluding the small probability event that someone just changed the signboard not long ago, it can only be a supernatural thing. .

Second, all the shops on this ghost street have no names. Even if they have signboards, they are just called paper shops, tailor shops, and coffin shops.

Only in front of the Chinese medicine shop, there is the word "Dahong". It seems that this sign is very important to Zhang Bohua. No wonder he once murmured to himself when he was feeling sorry for his father, Dahong wanted to Fell over or something like that.

"Don't worry, Dahong will not fall." Facing the abandoned Chinese medicine shop, Tang Long spoke softly, nodded in greeting, and then turned and left.

The deeper you go into the ghost street, the more closed shops around you. Some shops are even completely abandoned, and even the buildings have collapsed and become a pile of ruins.

If you have the time and courage, go rummaging inside and you might be able to find something supernatural. However, Tang Long has no shortage of supernatural things to use now, not to mention the time is tight, so he is not very interested.

The ghost street is endless, but the number of shops is limited. When you go to the back, there are no ruins, only a bare area.

But Tang Long knew that if he continued to move forward, there would be one last shop waiting for him in front, the coffin shop.

This can be said to be the most important building in the ghost street. Ghost controllers in the Republic of China were very fond of the coffins here, because if you bury them in red coffins after death, you can prevent the ghosts from resurrecting and causing harm to future generations.

The black coffin can imprison or even breed evil spirits. The ghost coffin used by Gui Cha should be sold here.

But this store is also a full-scale profiteer relying on its monopoly. The price of a ten-dollar coffin can be raised to twenty-four. Not to mention a bad-tempered person like Xiao Yang, even Zhang Bohua recommends that people rob rather than spend money to buy.

Of course, it is said that Mr. Zhang Bohua also had a bad temper when he was young. Maybe he has actually done this.

"If the robbery is successful, I will have endless coffins and a large amount of ghost money." Looking at the coffin shop from a distance, Tang Long felt a little eager to try.

It is very difficult to accumulate ghost money. The forty-seven yuan that I have spent may be my last inventory, but if I rob a coffin shop, I can get one or two hundred yuan at least.

"Forget it, there's a chance it could overturn."

After hesitating for about ten seconds, Tang Long chose to give up. His current lineup was indeed luxurious enough, but if he wanted to rob a coffin shop, he still lacked the final word, that is, the ability to break the supernatural and reality.

Because when you walk into this coffin shop, you are already in someone else's territory. Even if you have the ability to fight your way out of the shop with the coffin, the moment you walk out, you are actually just entering again.

Similar to the Ghost Merchant, when the other party appears, you are already in his cargo box, but the Ghost Merchant is stronger. He deals with the people in the cargo box from outside the cargo box, while the owner of the coffin shop , I am still in the store.

"In that case, the ghost salesman might have also come out of this ghost street, and every shop in this ancient street should have similar abilities to prevent being robbed."

Tang Long drew inferences from one example and quickly deduced the situation, but many things cannot be solved just by knowing the situation.

Breaking the supernatural and reality, there are only two ghosts that Tang Long knows now that have this ability.

<divclass="contentadv">The source ghost on that bus is the captain of the ghost ship.

Of course, it's not impossible to choose another method, such as killing all the ghosts and bosses in the entire coffin shop, and then finding a way to break out. This is theoretically possible, but it is extremely difficult.

And now the surroundings are getting darker and darker, and various unexplainable phenomena and sounds are faintly appearing. It will be six o'clock soon.

"Let you, a profiteer, work for two more days." Looking at his future bank reluctantly, Tang Long turned and left.

He ran all the way, but fortunately he had good physical strength and managed to get back to the tailor shop before the ghost street changed from day to night and the evil ghosts were rampant.

"Close the door quickly!"

At this time, the middle-aged woman was already sewing quickly. The various materials on the counter were threaded together with strange threads. A long needle shining with dark cyan light was flying up and down, although she had already In terms of age, appearance and figure, he couldn't compare with the young people, but his hands were so flexible that it dazzled people.

Tang Long closed the door and took out a bronze lock to isolate the tailor shop. Suddenly, the footsteps, howls, cries and other sounds outside the door disappeared.

"Is there such a good thing?" The middle-aged woman looked surprised.

"As long as I'm here, you don't have to worry about safety. Just concentrate on making clothes." Tang Long glanced at the long needle and felt a stinging pain in his ghost pupils. Obviously, this was also a supernatural item, and it was quite scary. .

"You are indeed an incredible guy. Even in our era, you must be among the top people." The middle-aged woman couldn't help but sigh.

"That's because you guys are too stupid." Tang Long said lightly, "There are 12 captains in the current headquarters, each of whom has his or her own unique skills. They may not be inferior to me. Although Taiping Ancient Town has a long history, it has been passed down to this day. How many people are there?”

"If you continue to be so xenophobic, even if the headquarters doesn't care about you, you will self-destruct sooner or later. Just like the puddles left after the rain. Although it looks like there are some insects and duckweeds at first, it is full of life, but in the end it just stinks and turns into It’s just stagnant water.”

“Only when hundreds of rivers flow eastward and converge into the sea can we regain our vitality and prosper.”

Tang Long made an exception and talked a lot with this middle-aged woman because he was determined to rebuild the ancient town of Taiping and restore the glory of the ghost street. Although he did not have the responsibility and pride that we are bound to do, he could at least suppress this supernatural era and protect the country and compatriots. make a contribution.

The biggest obstacle is the still-living old guard, He Liansheng and the middle-aged woman in front of him.That Boss Liu and the Faceless Man were actually easy to talk to.

The middle-aged woman was silent for a long time and snorted coldly: "I, a woman, don't understand these words. You'd better talk to Lao He."

"I'll tell him sooner or later, I just want you to listen to it first."

The goal had been achieved, Tang Long chuckled. There was no stool for customers to sit in the tailor shop, so he simply let the beautiful paper figurine sit in the corner, stretched out his legs, and enjoyed the paper figurine's knee pillow.

Although it looks light and airy, the body made of paper is actually extremely tough and can withstand even supernatural attacks. It can be used as a pillow temporarily without any pressure.

"You actually dare to buy this kind of paper figurine designed for ghost marriage. You dare to accept it." The middle-aged woman sneered while sewing.

"I'm going to work hard right away and enjoy it for a while." Tang Long replied casually. It was now nearly six hours before midnight, so he could take a nap to recuperate his energy.

Looking at Tang Long who quickly fell into a deep sleep and even snored slightly, the middle-aged woman's expression changed several times. In the end, she stopped talking and focused on the needlework at hand.

……

It didn't feel like long before Tang Long was woken up by a middle-aged woman: "Hey, the clothes are sewn."

"My name is not Hey, my name is Chu...ahem!"

Tang Long blurted out his complaints in a daze, and then quickly stopped. He jumped up like a carp and said, "Where are the clothes? Let me see."

"It's right here." The middle-aged woman snorted coldly and pointed to the counter, "I don't dare to touch it anymore. When I just sewed four heads, it almost killed me and bitten three of my pieces. clothing."

As she spoke, she raised her right hand, which was obviously covered in blood and flesh.

"Thank you for your hard work." Tang Long said, casually taking out the Liar and waving it, the middle-aged woman's palm was intact as before.

"???"

The middle-aged woman who just complained casually suddenly widened her eyes in surprise.