Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

The choice offered by the wishing ghost seems to offer a way out, but in reality, both are dead ends.

It's simply a matter of how quickly one dies.

"Buzzing..."

My phone vibrated; it was a call from Zhang Wei.

"Link, I've covered up the mirror you asked for. Now your beautiful operator and I are standing in front of that red cabinet. Shall we put the note in?"

Link glanced at the time: 8:50.

There are ten minutes left until the agreed time of nine o'clock.

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Wei and Qi Wanhe waited quietly for Lin Ke's decision.

Link's eyes flickered uncertainly, and he remained silent.

He thought about many things: the struggling office worker in the original world, the seemingly respectable gentleman in Backlund, and now the busy demon tamer in Dachang City...

He was indeed a traveler in the world, but he also truly existed in the world, and in order to live and live longer, he didn't even care about enjoying himself.

But now, damn it, the ghost doesn't want him to live?

Then... nobody's going to have an easy time!

"Let Qi Wanhe put it in."

"Okay, bro, I'll wait for you to bring my beloved leather shoes back."

After hanging up the phone, Link glanced at the time: 8:57. He took a deep breath and strode into Huanggang Village.

A faint stench of decay wafted over, and the surroundings were pitch black; the village lights were faint and seemed impossibly distant.

At this moment, it felt as if the world had abandoned us.

Link didn't linger in the lonely atmosphere; he immediately used a lighter to light the red ghost candle.

"Beep..."

The candle flame flickered, the flame was about the size of a thumb, and it burned at an astonishing speed. However, the area illuminated by the candlelight was not large, barely enough to light up a three-meter radius around it.

At this rate, this complete ghost candle can only last for about fifteen minutes.

"Is this the oppressive feeling of a ghost messenger?"

Link now only has one hand, but his movements are unhurried. He first found a vegetable patch, stuck the lit red candle in the soil to his left front, and then stuck the white candle in the soil about 20 centimeters away from the toe of his right foot, without rushing to light it.

The candlelight spread, illuminating a grave two meters away. The burnt-out incense sticks nestled together, and colorful sequined paper banners fluttered in the cold night wind.

The eerie green flames flickered on the dark, shiny tombstone, illuminating Link's blurry figure, like a vengeful ghost dancing.

This kind of thing is very common in rural areas, but Link ignored it.

He placed the body bag containing the ghostly hand next to his left foot, loosened the strap halfway, and made sure that the ghostly hand could escape by hooking it with his foot.

Finally, he took out a body camera and placed it on the steps in front of the grave, facing it directly at himself.

After doing all that, it was already 8:59.

Link unscrewed the thermos, blew away the foam on top, tilted his head back, and looked up at the sky obscured by the dark ghost realm of the ghost messengers.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't panicking; his heart was beating faster and faster.

The last time he experienced this fear of life and death was when he decided to drink the Sequence Nine Apprentice Potion.

With thirty seconds left until nine o'clock, the strange thing happened.

"Splash splash..."

Suddenly, a surging sound of waves echoed through Huanggang Village. The pitch-black night sky twisted and distorted, thinning in some places and seeping out streaks of bloody light.

It was as if a waterfall of blood was rushing down the sky, threatening to destroy it.

The Ghost Chef... it's the Ghost Kitchen that's unleashing its power!

Link's eyes narrowed, and in a fit of madness, he set his clothes on fire from his waist, extinguished the red candle with his other hand, and lit a white ghost candle that could attract the attack of evil spirits.

An eerie black candlelight flickered on, casting an ominous aura over the surroundings.

The shadows on the eerie grave throbbed, as if several vengeful ghosts could crawl out at any moment.

Link silently counted to five in his mind, then kicked open the golden body bag containing the ghostly hand that summoned men.

A withered, bluish-black arm fell out of the bag and landed squarely on the vegetables behind the ghost candle.

The five fingers of the withered arm began to twitch slightly, and under the attraction of the black candlelight, the terrifying ghost was reviving at an extremely rapid pace.

The summoning ghost hand rose from the ground, as if growing on an unseen person, and began waving its arm at Link.

"Link, come here, come here..."

Damn it!

Even though it wasn't attached to a body, the ethereal, deathly voice of the summoning ghost still managed to penetrate Link's ears.

The apprentice ghost within Link began to fight back against the attack of the summoning ghost, its eyes bloodshot, but it managed to control its body due to the flames burning on its body.

"Zila la..."

Thirteen seconds after the white ghost candle was lit, a cold wind swept through the glittering paper banner, creating a rustling sound.

The ghost messengers have arrived!

The killing patterns of the two vengeful ghosts were triggered almost simultaneously, and the time happened to be exactly nine o'clock in the evening.

In the center of the pitch-black sky, a starry sky surrounded by blood-red light appeared.

Link's eyes were resolute, as if he was completely unaware that his body was burning. Before the indiscriminate suppression of the ghost messengers arrived, he tilted his head back and poured the ghost medicine into his mouth.

goo goo goo...

A foul, putrid odor filled Link's taste buds, with a slightly pungent tingling sensation.

It tastes like adding a handful of peppercorn thorns to a glass of rotten raw eggs—a mixture of fishy, ​​foul, numbing, and painful odors that would turn you into a desperate warrior just by smelling it.

In a very short time, Link trembled as he threw the golden thermos, trying to smash the white ghost candle out.

Unfortunately, he failed.

The combined effects of the flames on his body and the ghostly influence caused Link's movements to become severely distorted; the thermos cup was knocked askew, only managing to knock over a single leaf of vegetables.

Link sensed that after the ghost medicine entered his body, the apprentice ghost inside him immediately abandoned its supernatural struggle against the summoning ghost and began to devour the ghost medicine frantically.

The starry sky is shining brightly, the ghost baby is roaring, the apprentice ghost is reveling, and Link is facing the terrifying prospect of death.

The ghostly apparition invaded relentlessly, his body grew colder, his mind became increasingly rigid, and the images of his impending death flashed rapidly before his eyes.

An ordinary person's body and will are as fragile as paper in the face of a vengeful ghost.

He couldn't hold on for even a second. Two lines of bloody tears streamed from his eyes. With a smile on his lips and stiff steps, he walked towards the summoning ghost, his body ablaze with flames.

One step, two steps.

The white ghost candles that had been placed beforehand were kicked over by Link's right foot, stepped on, and extinguished.

Third, footsteps sounded behind him, and a cold, stiff hand grabbed Link's shoulder. The powerful force brought Link to a sudden stop, and the bones in his shoulder emitted a chilling groan.

A glimmer of light returned to Link's eyes; he wasn't completely dead yet.

The apprentice ghost within him preserved his last shred of life!

His clothes were still burning, and the fire was almost reaching his eyebrows.

This is a good thing!

While the ghost messengers were fighting with the summoning ghost for people, Link stretched out his left hand, tore off half of his clothes, and trembled as he tried to ignite the red ghost candle in front of him to the left.

"hiss……"

Before the glow of the red candle, came the ghost's cold hand, which actually crawled directly into Link's shoulder and roughly searched for the apprentice ghost inside Link's chest cavity.

Fortunately, under the influence of the summoning ghost, Link's body was left with little vitality, sparing him the pain of his internal organs turning inside out.

The apprentice ghost was merging with the ghost infant when it sensed the danger and began to struggle desperately.

"Splash..."

In Link's dark eyes, scrolls were rapidly turning, the supernatural abilities belonging to the Recorder being used by Link in conjunction with the Apprentice Ghost.

His former body exuded a chilling aura, and crimson ghost blood gushed from his internal organs, quickly enveloping the ghost messenger's fingers, attempting to suppress him in the opposite direction.

Ghost blood and ghost messengers are both types of supernatural beings that involve suppression.

The ability of a ghost to subdue a vengeful spirit relies primarily on its own high blood pressure, and has little to do with the number of vengeful spirits.

The ability of ghost messengers to suppress vengeful spirits relies primarily on the number of vengeful spirits they suppress, and has little to do with the actual number of vengeful spirits.

The battle of numbers and mechanics has begun at this moment.