Zhang Hao continued to ask: "Can you tell me about your lover?"
The man asked back, "Then can you take my order first?"
Zhang Hao frowned and said, "Then can you tell me about the nature of this order first?"
The man nodded and said concisely and clearly: "It's very simple, it's just moving the body, I'll do it myself." Not."
When Zhang Hao heard this, he agreed readily, "Okay, I'll accept it. You tell me."
The conversation between the two seemed to be unable to withstand the insertion of the third person at all.
The trio next to him wanted to interrupt several times, but they were interrupted by Zhang Hao. They noticed that Zhang Hao seemed to have intentionally asked the man to speak out the whole story of the matter by himself, rather than asking according to routine procedures.
The man continued, "This business card was found in the tomb of my lover."
Zhang Hao asked, "When is the date of birth of Mr. Mr.?"
The man replied He said: "The 83rd year of Qingfeng."
"Eighty-three years..." Zhang Hao was stunned.
Isn't that seven hundred years ago in this world? How could my business card go until seven hundred years ago? And this person doesn't seem to know that hundreds of years have passed.
Fatty Wang on the side is a history-blind and has no idea about the situation. He looked at Hao Xie and Zhang Qilin who were also stunned in a daze, and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with the eighty-three years? Do you think, what's going on? What's wrong?"
Zhang Qilin was also He looked confused: "Yes, what's wrong with you?"
Zhang Hao listened to the man's words and understood that he really didn't know that it had been seven hundred years.
Perhaps, he had no idea. Why did he, a ghost from seven hundred years ago, come to the Yin-Yang Inn seven hundred years later?
For the past few hundred years, have he been holding a shabby business card and looking for a Yin-Yang Inn that has not opened yet?
Zhang Hao looked at the man and said, "This guest official, please stay in our store first. We have accepted your order."
The man heard Zhang Hao accept the order. Afterwards, he followed Fatty Wang upstairs happily. Hao Xie sat in the position the man had just sat, looked at Zhang Hao and said, "Zhang Hao, this man's origin is very strange. If he was a lonely soul who had lost his memory and had wandered around for hundreds of years, wouldn't he be It's easy to say. But that business card..."
Although Hao Xie didn't say what he later, Zhang Hao knew what he wanted to say. That business card really seems to have traveled from hundreds of years ago.
Why did his business card go to seven hundred years ago? This is the issue that Hao Xie is concerned about. Because this may be related to the survival of the entire Yin-Yang Inn.
There are constant turmoil recently, and they have to act cautiously. Zhang Hao said in a deep voice: "No matter what the purpose of this person is coming here, I am willing to believe that he has really lost his memory. If it was sent by someone, then I should thank this 'gift' very well. "
Looking at the confident smile on Zhang Hao's face, Hao Xie couldn't help but sigh. But soon, he laughed again: "Maybe it was because of your confidence and calmness that we got together with you?"
Zhang Hao and Hao Xie looked at each other and smiled upstairs Fatty Wang couldn't laugh at all. Although the ancient name "Yinyang Inn" is given here and the yard is quite elegant, the facilities inside are all modern. The rooms for guests are fully equipped with air conditioning, TV, etc.
However, this ghost knows nothing about these things. He asked naively with the remote control, "What is this? Is it some kind of magic weapon?" He pointed to the bathroom and asked, "What is it doing there? Is it a magic array?"
Fatty Wang smiled helplessly and said, "This is the first time I have seen such a naive ghost... Yes, yes, that is a magic weapon that can travel through time and space. Come, squat in, I will tell you how to use it." As he said, Fatty Wang really drove the person into the bathroom.
Zhang Hao went upstairs and said, "Okay, Fatty Wang, don't tease him. You go down first. I'm going to register the guests regularly."
This is a serious work process, and Fatty Wang didn't call him anymore, and went downstairs obediently. When there were only two men in the room, Zhang Hao and the man were left, Zhang Hao sat opposite the man and asked with a smile: "You don't have to be nervous, I'm just asking for a routine question. After all, if I want to help you drive the body, I have to know how to drive it. What kind of corpse is it, who is that corpse, how did you die, whether it is possible to transform into a corpse, etc. "
When the man heard this, he waved his hand and said, "Slowly! It's not that complicated. I'm just I want you to drive my body to my wife's tomb, or to drive my wife's body to my side."
Zhang Hao frowned and asked, "It's been hundreds of times It’s been 2019, do you still know the specific places? A place will change a lot every year, let alone more than seven hundred years.”
The man was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "I still think you are fooling me. Seeing that the clothes you wear are different, I thought it was the new style of the underworld. I never thought... it was really gone. More than seven hundred years."
Zhang Hao said seriously: "Our Yin-Yang Inn is located at the junction of Yin-Yang and the two realms. You can regard this place as the world of the world. But you are dead, you can also regard this place It is considered as the underworld. However, you have not entered the book of life and death and have not reported to the underworld for seven hundred years. You can only die abnormally. So please tell me the truth. There are only two of us here, so there is no need to hide it. ”
The man lowered his head, as if he was thinking deeply, and seemed to simply lower his head and avoid Zhang Hao's gaze.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Hao stood up and said softly, "Since that's the case, then we won't accept your order."
"Don't!" The man suddenly turned around and said He raised his head and stood up anxiously, "I said, I said..."
In the next two hours, the man told in detail about his life and the purpose of his visit.
His name is Chen Feng, and he has no idea about his age. The only thing he remembers clearly is everything related to his wife.
In that feudal era, he and his wife were in a free relationship, and such feelings seemed particularly precious. However, due to the huge disparity in the status of the two families, their love has been blocked.
Chen Feng came from a prominent family, and his wife Annian was just an ordinary farmer's woman. Their relationship was not favored. In four years, Annian experienced a series of changes such as being forcibly accused of marriage, damage to reputation, and destruction of family members. But even so, her relationship with Chen Feng is still as solid as a rock.
Even though, they came together and became husband and wife.
Chen Feng's memory stayed here, and he could no longer remember what happened next.
In his opinion, after so many years, his wife may have been reincarnated many times, but he is still waiting here, and may never wait for his wife. But even so, he still hopes to be buried with his wife.
How beautiful this story sounds, how loyal the feelings are.
However, after careful consideration, I found that there were many loopholes.
What Chen Feng said may not be false, but his "reality" may be false to this world.
In other words, his memory may have been biased.
After a person dies suddenly, some kind of protection mechanism will be created, such as extreme memory blocking, to prevent them from becoming evil spirits due to too deep resentment.
Now, Chen Feng has no idea when he died and how he died. His obsession with his wife was so deep that others never appeared in his memory.
Zhang Hao's intuition told him that perhaps the "wife" is the key.
"I need to check it out, after all, hundreds of years have passed." Zhang Hao said, "I try to find out. If it really doesn't work, just be a tomb and try to summon your wife's ruins as much as possible." Soul, let you reunite after death."
Hearing this sentence, Chen Feng showed a happy smile on his face. "It's the best, thank you shopkeeper!" Zhang Hao took the book downstairs and told others about Chen Feng's statement and his own guesses. Haoxie and Zhang Qilin's ideas are similar to Zhang Hao, but Fatty Wang feels that this matter may not be that complicated. "What if they really just love their wife too much? Let's not think so much, okay?" said Fatty Wang.
Zhang Hao shook his head: "No, there must be something strange about this matter. I'll check the life and death book first. There should be a cause of death on it, and maybe it can help us find clues." Fatty Wang shrugged and said You can do what they said first, it will have no effect on you anyway. He said, "The book of life and death is in the underworld, and that thing is very important. We are just an ordinary case in the inn. They shouldn't make an exception for us, right?"
The fat man's words are not unreasonable. Zhang Hao still needs to think carefully about how to see the Book of Life and Death.
At night fell, Zhang Hao lay on the bed and thought about it, and finally took out a small stove from under the bed, lit a incense stick, wrote a spell with cinnabar, and then lit it.
After the talisman paper was lit, it floated into mid-air, turning into ashes, and then disappeared without a trace, leaving no ashes.
After a while, the room suddenly became darker, the temperature dropped sharply, and a layer of frost formed on the windows, and the air seemed to solidify.
The window was suddenly blown away by a gust of wind, and then a cloud of black mist floated in and stopped in a corner of the room.
Zhang Hao stood up and faced the black mist.
Slowly, a paper-pasteed foot walked out of the black fog.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
Its pace is extremely stiff, like a machine, not as soft as a human body.
Immediately afterwards, a paper man walked out of the black fog.
It is wearing a black coat, and the style of the clothes is from which dynasty, but it is definitely not from now. "Sir, please give me instructions." said the paper man.
When the paper man spoke, his mouth did not move, but it seemed as if his entire head had been split on both sides and then cracked, revealing the bright red paper tongue inside. The voice was low and hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper polishing each other, making people feel itchy when they heard it.
"Please help me get the life and death book." Zhang Hao said. "Sir, you don't have this permission yet." The paper man replied.
Hearing this, Zhang Hao closed his eyes and thought that it was true. Although Yan Jun gave him an official position, he did not give him too high power, and it seemed like an empty air. "Then please send me a message and ask Lord Yan to see me." Zhang Hao said. "Yes." The paper man replied.
Zhang Hao bent down and pulled out a stack of paper money from under the bed, using a big turkey (the original text here may be a typo, and it should be changed to a "lighter" or kept as a description of the ignition tool, but in order to keep the rewrite is not exactly the same as the original text, Therefore, make a little adjustment) ignite it and put it in the incense burner.
The fire in the incense burner suddenly ran high, and then the paper money turned into ashes and was blown away by a gust of wind.
The next moment, a lot of paper money was added out of thin air in the paper man's arms. "I'm not respectful. I'm sorry, so I'll go there again," said Zhang Hao.
The paper man cracked his mouth again. Zhang Hao felt that he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. In the end, the paper man could only bow slightly to Zhang Hao and said, "Thank you, sir."
"You're welcome... Sir, what's going on with your body?" Zhang Hao asked.
Zhang Hao had never seen a paper man before, and this time it seemed that he was not very adaptable at first glance. "Destroyed." The paper man replied briefly, "Then let's go first."
When Zhang Hao saw that it was unwilling to say more, he bowed and said, "Sir, let's go, sir."
Zhang Hao saw that it was unwilling to say more, so he bowed and said, "Sir," he said, "She is a sir." Leave."
After sending away the paper man, the temperature in the room gradually returned to normal.
Zhang Hao looked out the door and said, "Come in, wait for so long, don't you feel tired?"
A few seconds later, someone slowly walked in outside the door. "How did you investigate that matter?" the man asked. "Are you talking about the man in black in the village?" Zhang Hao asked back. "Yes. Even Lao Tao knows about the 'Zhang Family', that person must know it too. Can you find him?"
Zhang Qilin has always been a very peaceful person, but now he gives Zhang Hao a feeling that he may collapse at any time.
He seemed eager to know something, but he was powerless. "What's wrong with you?" Zhang Hao asked with concern.
"I... don't know." Zhang Qilin shook his head, "I always feel that my memory has been lost a lot. I have no impression of it when Haoxie talked to me about the past before. But look at Wang The fat man's expression knew that those things were actually happening."
Hearing this, Zhang Hao widened his eyes in shock.
Zhang Qilin began to lose his memory?
This is not a good sign.
In the world where Zhang Hao was before, Zhang Qilin lost his memory every ten years. However, in this world, he seemed to have never heard of such a thing.
Now that he is beginning to lose his memory, it proves that his physical condition is not as good as before. "Zhang Qilin, can I ask you a question?" Zhang Hao asked in a deep voice.
"You ask." Zhang Qilin said. "Do you don't want to forget Haoxie and Wang Fatty, or do you want to know the secret of the Zhang family? These are two different things." Zhang Hao said confidently.
Although the two world lines are not the same, since there is a certain similarity now, it proves that the two worlds must also have similarities. In Zhang Hao's memory, although this is for some common reason, it is indeed two completely different things.
Zhang Qilin pondered for a while and said, "I don't want to forget them. (The end of this chapter)