Chapter 178 Restaurant

A section of thigh, grabbed just like that in the old Daoist's hand. When he looked at it, he was so frightened that he even forgot to throw it away.

Just then, Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang left the pool together, quickly changing their clothes in the living room.

By the time they left, the old Daoist had come to his senses. He hurriedly threw away the thigh and fled from the hot spring pool as if running for his life. He wanted to get dressed, but seeing that the boss and Xu Qinglang were opening the door and preparing to leave, he simply grabbed a bathrobe and wrapped it around himself, following them out of the hotel.

The old Daoist wasn't Xu Qinglang, after all. He didn't have the guts to stay alone in the haunted house.

The layout of this resort villa was very large, similar to a villa district, and the landscaping was well done. Generally speaking, after checking in at the front desk, a greeter would be responsible for driving an electric sightseeing car to take the guests to their chosen villa. If you wanted to dine or go out, you could also call the front desk to arrange a pickup.

"Is it going to rain?" The old Daoist looked up at the sky. The dark clouds were oppressive, as if a thunderstorm was about to break.

Zhou Ze didn't answer, continuing to walk forward. Xu Qinglang followed behind Zhou Ze, his face solemn.

They had experienced the affairs of Sanxiang Village, so they weren't unfamiliar with this kind of layout. However, because of his truly strong vitality, the old Daoist hadn't been able to enter Sanxiang Village last time, and hadn't completely processed what was happening.

After walking for about five minutes, they reached the reception building. The left side of the building's first floor was the restaurant, which served breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

When the three of them walked into the building, they found many people wearing bathrobes, just like the old Daoist, walking in from outside and heading straight into the restaurant to eat.

"Yo, looks like rich people all enjoy themselves like this. Eating in a bathrobe is what makes it classy."

The old Daoist was a little shy at first, but now that he saw everyone doing it, he relaxed.

Zhou Ze first went to the reception desk, finding that the staff there were gone. Apart from the restaurant, the rest of the place was empty, without a single person in sight.

In the end, Zhou Ze had no choice but to enter the restaurant.

"Hello, sir, please show your room card." There were uniformed waiters here.

Xu Qinglang handed over the room card. The waiter swiped it, verified the room type and the number of diners, and nodded.

"Enjoy your meal."

Then, the three of them walked inside.

There were quite a few people inside. It was a buffet. Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang found a place to sit down.

"Boss, why don't I go get something for us to fill our stomachs first?" the old Daoist suggested.

Zhou Ze looked at the old Daoist, then pointed to someone next to him.

The old Daoist followed the direction and saw a cute little girl sitting there eating, looking pretty good.

The little girl picked up the milk in front of her, took a sip, and then there was a "plop" sound. The little girl's eyeball actually fell out, landing directly in the milk cup.

The old Daoist swallowed subconsciously.

Then, the little girl reached into the milk cup and stirred, finally taking out the eyeball and putting it back into its socket.

The old Daoist swallowed twice more.

"Still want to eat?" Zhou Ze asked.

The old Daoist immediately shook his head, obediently sitting down next to Zhou Ze.

Touched, ah,

Truly deeply touched, ah,

The boss didn't deliberately try to trick me for once, and even told me that the food here can't be eaten!

Perhaps he was used to being "teased," the old Daoist felt even more grateful to Zhou Ze at this time. He had really suffered too many losses like this in the past.

Including the last time he ate steamed buns, it almost cost him half his life. But it seemed like he couldn't blame the boss for that last time.

"Are there any big ghosts here?" Xu Qinglang asked in a low voice.

Zhou Ze shook his head. He wasn't sure. The last time in Sanxiang Village was because of the influence of the bronze ring. The bronze ring was still on him. Usually in the bookstore, he had Bai Yingying keep it in the bedroom, but he always carried it with him when he went out, just in case it might be useful, purely as a matter of luck.

As for the Yin-Yang Record, Zhou Ze couldn't possibly carry it with him. What if he ran into another child and it vibrated a few times? Would he save them or not?

"Let's just watch for now."

Zhou Ze reached out and gently touched his face, which was covered in a layer of damp sweat.

"The humidity here is exaggerated," Zhou Ze said.

Xu Qinglang nodded. "I feel the same way, like I'm still soaking in the hot spring."

The old Daoist could only listen from the side, his eyes darting around. He saw the young man across the table eating noodles while biting his own fingers…

Oh my god,

The old Daoist looked at it and couldn't bear to watch any longer, lowering his head,

Silently feigning contemplation.

He wasn't too flustered or scared. Anyway, the boss was next to him, and there was always someone taller to take the fall if the sky collapsed.

In fact, since ancient times, places with a lot of ghosts have usually meant two possible situations.

One is that there is a powerful ghost present, like a Ghost King, who naturally gathers mountain spirits, wild monsters, and wandering ghosts under his command, like Madam Bai in the past and the Black Mountain Demon from *A Chinese Ghost Story*.

Another possibility is that there is a special magical artifact influencing the area, like the bronze ring that caused the issues in Sanxiang Village.

If it was only the influence of a magical artifact, then the problem would be smaller, since magical artifacts have no likes or dislikes, and no intelligence. But if this General Mountain was the training ground for some Ghost King, then the problem would be huge.

Zhou Ze wasn't afraid of angering the Ghost King, but he didn't want to add too much trouble.

He was here only because of the "ghost call." He just wanted to complete his original plan. Of course, if he could take away all the ghosts here, that would be the best thing, since the newly promoted Boss Zhou's performance was currently very poor.

"That family of three is here," Zhou Ze said.

At the entrance, the family of three walked over and sat down at the table next to Zhou Ze and the others. The daughter sat in her seat, while the father and mother went to get food.

Then,

The father and mother brought back a lot of food,

And the family of three sat in their chairs, stiffly, facing the food on the table, without moving.

They had no heads, so naturally they couldn't eat.

"Is that them?" Zhou Ze asked Xu Qinglang.

"That's right, it's them," Xu Qinglang confirmed with a nod.

Zhou Ze understood, stood up, and proactively walked over, sitting down in the empty seat next to the father.

"Can you talk?" Zhou Ze asked.

The family of three remained silent.

"I'm here to help you. You can tell me who killed you. You want to find your heads, right? I can help you."

Zhou Ze explained.

The family of three continued to remain silent.

Zhou Ze pointed to the little girl,

"She's so young, her life has just begun, and she was murdered. As parents, aren't you angry?"

At this time,

The wife's arm rose, and her finger was placed in the soup in front of her, dipping in the broth, and she began to write on the table.

Zhou Ze watched carefully,

And then his face changed.

Not because the woman wrote something shocking,

But because the woman didn't seem to know that she still had a piece of green vegetable stuck to her finger. She wrote a word, and the vegetable leaf was sweeping back and forth on it,

Zhou Ze couldn't understand what she was writing at all!

But the woman was still writing seriously. She wanted to avenge her daughter, but the more seriously she wrote, the more Zhou Ze felt a headache. He couldn't understand it.

"The writing is blurred. Take the vegetable leaf off," Zhou Ze reminded her.

Just then,

Several waiters at the front desk shouted, "Meal service is over!"

"Whirr………………"

Everyone who was eating stood up together, even Zhou Ze and the old Daoist rose to their feet along with the crowd. Then, including the chefs and waiters, everyone in the restaurant began to line up and walk out. Everything was orderly, as if they had rehearsed it countless times.

The family of three was the same, standing up and heading towards the exit.

Zhou Ze reached out to grab the husband's wrist, but the husband passed right through him. Zhou Ze extended his fingernails, but he still couldn't grab them.

This time, Zhou Ze was angry, and all ten fingernails grew out, and black mist immediately spread out.

He was ready to cause trouble,

He wasn't going to play charades with them anymore.

However, the fingernails that had previously been so effective against souls seemed to have lost all their use at this time. The people around him continued to do their own thing, completely unaffected.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly.

They,

Weren't ghosts?

If they weren't ghosts, weren't souls, then what were they?

Soon, everyone in the restaurant had left, leaving only Zhou Ze, the old Daoist, and Xu Qinglang.

"Boss, what happened just now?" the old Daoist stepped forward and asked. He thought the boss was going to flip the table when he struck that pose, but who would have thought, all bark and no bite?

"These guys aren't wandering souls," Zhou Ze said with certainty.

"If they're not wandering souls, then what are they?" the old Daoist was confused.

"Maybe it's a kind of magnetic field. There might be some mineral deposits in General Mountain, causing the magnetic field here to change, just like lightning can record some images from a long time ago," Xu Qinglang guessed. "Every place has ghosts, but there are so many here, which is obviously impossible. This supernatural phenomenon might be recording all the traces of ghosts' actions over the years, so it's giving us the illusion that there are a lot of ghosts here?"

Just then, Zhou Ze's phone rang. Zhou Ze answered the call. It was still the unknown number.

This time, the voice on the other end of the phone became incredibly clear:

"Save me… save me… I'm in General Mountain… save me… save me…"

"We're in General Mountain too, where the hell are you!" the old Daoist roared directly into the phone.

"They're coming… they're coming… coming… ah…"

Screams came from the phone.

Then there was a burst of static.

Another bewildering ghost call, with no valuable information.

However, just as Zhou Ze was about to hang up,

Another voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone:

"Amitabha!"

"It's a bald donkey!" the old Daoist said excitedly. "A bald donkey is causing trouble here! This Daoist has finally discovered the truth!"

Zhou Ze frowned and exchanged a look with Xu Qinglang. Zhou Ze asked, "Did you find that voice just now familiar?"

Xu Qinglang also nodded. "It does sound a bit familiar."

Next,

The second sentence came from the phone:

"Amitabha, this poor monk has finally found you, heh heh heh!"