Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

Classroom at Dachang No. 7 Middle School.

Ghosts cannot be killed.

Only ghosts can deal with ghosts.

To discern the patterns of ghosts.

As Link sat in his seat, he looked at Zhou Zheng, who was standing on the podium explaining with a large pregnant belly, and his memories of "Mysterious Resurrection" became clearer and clearer.

Looking out the window again, I saw an old man in a long robe with lividity on his face walking slowly. He was like a movie with frames cut out, approaching the classroom at an extremely fast speed, and standing at the door in the blink of an eye.

The paint on the walls was yellowing and peeling, and even the iron gate was starting to rust and decay.

He jumped up from his seat with a start, his face full of disbelief.

"Are you kidding me!?"

One second he was dating Miss Audrey, the most dazzling diamond in Backlund, in the world of Lord of Mysteries, and now he has to face Luo Wensong, the seventh elder of the Republic of China in the mysterious resurrection?

Without time to ponder the principles of time travel, Link's fighting instincts had already propelled his body away from the front door.

At the same time, he subconsciously pressed his palm against the wall, using the "Apprentice" pathway to open doors.

A deep blue portal took shape on the wall, as if connecting to another world.

Good news, it was a success!

The bad news is that my palms feel like they're being gnawed by insects, and after just one use, my index finger has become cold and stiff.

A vengeful ghost has returned!?

Link's pupils contracted, and a sense of understanding inexplicably rose in his heart.

The fragment of the new rules he carried was captured by the world, which then gifted him a vengeful ghost with the supernatural powers of a recorder!

This is something even more difficult to control than magic potions; thank you.

"Link? You're not allowed to use superpowers during evening study hall!"

The homeroom teacher looked dazed and instinctively shouted a reprimand.

"Link, if you dare run away, you don't need to come to school tomorrow!"

The homeroom teacher was so angry that his nose was crooked. Students these days are really hard to manage. Skipping class in front of city leaders, they simply don't respect him at all.

Link paused, reminding him, "The vengeful ghost is here. Those who don't want to die should run away quickly."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

The portal vanished, and a knocking sound echoed in the classroom. Screams and cries erupted instantly, and despair spread like a virus.

While running, Link tried to use his sequence abilities.

After crossing over into the world of Lord of Mysteries, he successfully infiltrated the Tarot Society. Before crossing over, he was already a Sequence Six "Recorder".

If he hadn't been transported to this hopeless world of mysterious resurrection, under the protection of the great Lord of the Bathroom, he would surely have been able to realize his perfect life plan in the near future, with Audrey on his left and Huang Beibei on his right, and a year and a half as a god and two years as an angel, living an incredibly comfortable life.

Unfortunately, everything has vanished like smoke.

Now, he is nothing more than a pitiful wretch who could die at the hands of a vengeful ghost at any moment.

Through his instincts, which had already transformed into a vengeful spirit within him, Link knew that he currently possessed four abilities: opening doors, magic tricks, astrology, and recording, which came from his roles as an apprentice, a magic master, an astrologer, and a recorder, respectively.

Among the magician's spells, offensive and bewitching spells are effective against ghosts, but their specific power needs to be tested.

Astrologers are not very useful at the moment; they can only give Link simple supernatural intuition and a little bit of danger prediction, which can be considered a passive skill.

The recorder can record and use the abilities of demons, and the effects are also affected by the degree of their own recovery. This is currently the core ability.

Link silently analyzed that he currently had many mechanics, but the corresponding values ​​were also very low. Not to mention weighing the knocking ghost with one hand, he might not even be able to defeat the soon-to-be-born ghost child head-on.

What frustrates him most is that after only a few times, the demon inside him will completely resurrect and kill him.

With this in mind, Link named the ghost inside him "Apprentice Ghost".

Just as Link was escaping the teaching building and approaching the school gate, the surrounding environment suddenly turned dark.

"As expected, no matter how fast a person runs, they can't outrun the ghost realm."

Seeing the guard's stiff movements in the guardhouse, Link gritted his teeth and approached, preparing to try and open a door in the ghostly realm of the knocking ghost.

He reached out and pressed lightly in the air, trying to open the door. A deep blue light spread out like ripples on water, forming a portal.

The astrologer's intuition told him that there was great danger ahead, but Link felt that since he had already used supernatural powers, he should naturally see where the door had led.

Peeking out, I saw the black-robed ghost knocking on the door not far away, seemingly sensing something, raising his arm and bending his fingers, ready to knock on the air.

「Σ(っ°Д°;)っ!」

Link closed the door immediately, preparing to temporarily avoid the confrontation.

Just then, the security guard approached, reeking of rotting flesh, and handed Link a walkie-talkie with a sinister smile on his face:

"Hey, you got a call, can you answer it?"

A strange static crackled through the walkie-talkie, followed by a shrill voice: "Where are you? I knocked but you didn't answer..."

Without even looking, Link snapped his fingers, and a bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air, striking the walkie-talkie and the security guard to the ground. In the struggle against the supernatural force, they quickly turned into highly decomposed corpses.

With no one blocking the way at the entrance, Link was still somewhat unwilling. He raised his hand and released a flash of light, attempting to dispel the dim ghostly aura.

Under the blinding light, the food stalls outside the school were faintly visible. Link sprinted with all his might, but in a moment of confusion, he was back where he started.

The supernatural power was too weak to break through the ghost realm.

Link flexed his right hand, feeling a chill run through him.

The resurgence of the vengeful ghost was exponential. He had only used the power of the apprentice ghost four times, and the chilling sensation had already spread from his index finger to his entire palm.

Even without using it, insects gnaw at the skin, slowly and steadily spreading throughout the body.

"We can only wait for Yang Jian to make his move. Until then, I can get my hands on that piece of paper."

He turned around and walked back, squatting around the teaching building, waiting for Fang Jing to deliver the goods to his door.

Fang Jing did not disappoint Link; in less than half an hour, he led a group of classmates to escape from the teaching building.

Looking at the familiar campus, he exclaimed with wild joy, "I'm out! I've finally survived!"

However, he did not see that words were frantically appearing on the parchment in his hand.

"I am Fang Jing. By the time you read this letter, I will already be dead..."

"Don't go...it's haunted..."

"Looking for Yang Jian..."

"Snap"

A beam of lightning descended from the sky, precisely striking Fang Jing's right hand, which was gripping the parchment, causing it to fly through the air before finally landing in a pale, lifeless hand.

Fang Jing was shocked. This parchment was his only means of survival and the key to his future ascension to the pinnacle of the supernatural.

He was trembling all over, his voice hysterical: "Link! That's mine, give it back to me!"

Link's expression was indifferent, almost inhuman, and his voice was icy as he said, "From now on, it's mine. If you dare cause trouble, I'll shock you again."

The terrifying lightning made Fang Jing's hair stand on end, and for a moment he dared not speak again, but his eyes were filled with an intense and unyielding resentment.

Link ignored it; Yang Jian would deal with a villain like Fang Jing.

He looked at the parchment in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Tell me how to get out of here."

"My name is Link. By the time you see this, I will already be dead..."

"At 5:30 a.m. on June 22, that old man killed all the students in the school. I was unable to open the gate to leave the ghost realm and could only run for my life by moving around the school."

"At 6 a.m. on June 22, I died, from the resurrection of a vengeful ghost."

When the parchment used its supernatural powers, Link used the Recorder's abilities:

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

His voice was hoarse, like the wailing of a ghost at midnight.