I open a restaurant in Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 43 Horror Manor

The white mist came very suddenly, but it was very calm and did not cause the slightest reaction from the manor.

until……

Jingle Bell!
  Jingle Bell!
  Jingle Bell!
  The clear ringtone rang in the white mist and began to echo throughout the manor.

The originally quiet scarecrow suddenly seemed to come alive. His head turned sideways, listening to the strange ringing sound of the phone, but it soon became quiet again.

The ringing echoed in the manor, and soon they arrived at the door of the manor.

The rusty manor gate looked old and crumbling, but the pale letters on it pieced together the name of the manor:

Horror Manor!
  Although the gate of the manor is in disrepair, the outlines of two faces are vaguely imprinted on it. One face has its eyes closed, and the other face has its eyes open. And some kind of supernatural power spreads, covering the building. Every corner of the castle forms a kind of supernatural shelter.

However, this kind of supernatural protection has no effect on the ringing of the phone, and does not even respond at all.

The bell passed through the gate and continued inside, arriving at a castle in the middle of the manor.

There are about twenty windows in the castle. Originally it was just dark and it was difficult to see what was inside. But as the bell came, people appeared in the windows one after another.

These people were motionless and looked strange, but they were all listening to the ringing.

"This is an invasion."

In the core room of the castle, there was a man in his fifties, slightly older, with yellowed teeth chewing mechanically, tasting a tender but bloody steak.

He is the owner of this manor and also the owner of this castle.

A steward next to him bent slightly and said, "It's just a little trick. The gardeners are here, so they won't disturb you sir."

The owner of the manor nodded with satisfaction, but the next second, he chewed for a while, and his eyes were fixed on the table in front of him.

On the table that was originally just holding dishes, a white mist suddenly appeared, and then formed a hand-cranked telephone from the Republic of China.

The phone kept vibrating and emitted a crisp ringing tone.

The butler's face changed slightly, he glanced at the indifferent manor owner, gritted his teeth, and stepped forward to pick up the Baiwu phone, but the Baiwu phone seemed to not exist in reality, and his hand went directly through it.

But when he took his hand back, a small cloud of white mist was brought out, instantly covering his whole body.

A feeling of suffocation came, and the housekeeper's consciousness instantly became dull, and he was even about to fall into deep sleep the next second, which frightened him.

"Do you have my permission when you come to my territory and touch my people?"

The owner of the manor's face darkened, and he grabbed the housekeeper with his big hand.

When his hand was still some distance away from the white mist, dark figures appeared on the edge of the white mist, constantly squeezing inward.

These figures are like fierce ghosts!

They were originally invisible, but they were forced to reveal their bodies when they came into contact with the white mist.

As the big hand got closer, more and more evil ghosts appeared, finally squeezing out a gap in the white mist. The manor owner took the opportunity to save the housekeeper.

"Thank you sir for saving my life!"

The housekeeper was breathing heavily, obviously surviving the disaster.

The owner of the manor was not overjoyed. He watched the white mist dissipate among the countless ghosts, and then turned his attention to the white mist telephone that was still ringing. "I want to see who you are!"

The owner of the manor grabbed Baiwu's phone with his big hand, but what was different from before was that no evil ghost was squeezed by the white mist to reveal his figure. In the eyes of the owner of the manor, the countless evil ghosts he had restricted were trying to touch Baiwu. Telephone.

But they seemed to be in different dimensions, with no way to make the slightest contact.

"Same supernatural power, different intensity, are you looking for me specifically?"

The phone that the ghosts couldn't touch was easily caught by the manor owner, but this did not represent strength, but explained the goal of this white mist phone.

Jingle Bell!
  Jingle Bell!
  Jingle Bell!
  The phone rang unhurriedly, but the manor owner grabbed the phone but didn't answer it immediately.

The butler had already gotten up from the ground, and he looked at the manor owner doubtfully.

In his impression, the owner of the manor had always been strong and domineering, confident and arrogant, as if there was no one or anything in the world that he could take seriously.

Countless past experiences have proven this.

But now?

This king-like existence actually became fearful and even withdrawn because of a small supernatural phone.

How can it be!
  "Humph!"

The owner of the manor snorted coldly, and thick black fog surged from his body. Then the thick fog spread and swallowed him in all directions.

Densely packed souls of the dead emerged from the black mist. These souls were transformed from the ghost masters killed by the manor owner. To some extent, they could even retain a certain degree of supernatural power during their lives. Perhaps a single soul was very weak, but When the quantity reaches a certain level, it is enough to form a qualitative change.

The thick black fog blocked everything, and the ringing phone in the white fog became the only color in the darkness.

The owner of the manor was hidden in the dark fog, and a darker and weird shadow appeared behind him.

Jingle Bell!
  Jingle Bell!
  Jingle Bell!
  The owner of the manor had a fierce look in his eyes, and finally picked up the phone, and a voice of complaint came from inside: "Brother, this is not how business is done. The phone has been ringing for so long before you answer it. Do you want to give me a more discount?"

Business?

discount?

The owner of the manor was stunned, all the supernatural powers were activated crazily, but he was not aware of the supernatural attack at all, as if the white mist phone was just for talking to him.

On the other side of the phone is a strong man who is no weaker than himself!
  The owner of the manor already has a general understanding of this, and he should give enough respect to the strong. After all... the other party sounds very friendly.

"I wonder what kind of business you want to do?"

In the Peace Hotel, the phone rang for several minutes before anyone answered it, which already made Lin Yuan very annoyed.

I wanted to take this opportunity to lower the price to make up for my mental loss, but the other party asked such idiotic questions.

Could it be that he is the second generation who inherited the family business while not doing his job properly?
  Vegetable sellers, that is:
  Second generation dish?
  Lin Yuan was almost amused by his own thoughts, and he was still talking about business, which was a good time to lower the price. He could only hold back, "Don't you sell vegetables over there?"

vegetable?

Neither the walls of the castle nor the supernatural power prevented the owner of the manor from looking beyond the manor to the "vegetable patch" guarded by a scarecrow.

It turns out that this is it!
  (End of this chapter)