Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

Link's eyes flickered slightly. Sentencing?

That's too much trouble. We might as well just take them all out in one go with Ghost Domain.

Qi Wanhe was just a switchboard operator, spending her days in a clean and tidy office, being overly protected, like a pure white flower.

I don't understand the dark side of the human heart, which is more dangerous than any vengeful ghost.

Qi Wanhe used technology to bypass local departments in Dachang City, pulled out several communication documents, and said to Lin Kedao:

"This morning, someone was spreading rumors about your death and spreading rumors that the several vengeful ghosts you imprisoned were in Yan Li's hands and that he was planning to sell them privately. That's why some ghost tamers had wicked ideas. They are all members of the Xiaoqiang Club."

Link grinned and said, "No rush, let's rescue Yan Li first, then I'll take them down one by one later."

In the entire city of Dachang, everyone knows that Yan Li is his henchman.

The plot to murder Yan Li was tantamount to plotting to murder Lin Ke, the temporary head of Dachang City. This was no longer an ordinary ghost-controlling organization.

We must strike hard.

"As for the vengeful ghost that Yan Li failed to imprison before, please tell Wang Xiaoming at headquarters that Wang Xiaoqiang was not strict in managing his subordinates and dared to attack the team of the person in charge of Dachang City. If he cannot send someone to resolve this within today, I will use Wang Xiaoqiang's head to appease the dead citizens of Dachang."

"Professor Wang, Professor Wang Xiaoming?"

Qi Wanhe stared wide-eyed in astonishment, never expecting that this great deity would be involved.

Thinking of these two extremely similar names, she felt somewhat relieved; no wonder the people from the Xiaoqiang Club were so arrogant.

She received no reply from Link; the person before her had already transformed into a dark blue rainbow and flown towards the north of the city.

"A newly promoted, powerful Ghost Master and Professor Wang, the most capable researcher at headquarters—if they were to fight, it would probably cause chaos... Forget it, let Captain Zhao handle this."

……

The atmosphere at Jin Hua Bar was still lively, with deafening noise echoing throughout the bustling street.

Such a bustling, decadent scene almost made Link forget that he was in the supernatural age.

The red light fell on Link's side, and Yang Jian walked out with a cold expression.

Upon seeing Link's exposed left and right hands, he was immediately taken aback: "You've mastered the Ghost Hand? Why has your left hand changed too?"

His right hand was withered and bluish-black, like a dead person's, while his left hand was charred black and bloody; the appearance was truly bizarre.

Smelling the alarming stench of blood on Yang Jian, Link knew that the henchmen who had coerced Yan Li's family had been dealt with.

Upon hearing this, he shook his head and said, "These are all necessary costs. Time is of the essence. Let's take Yan Li's second ghost back first."

As Link entered the bar, he immediately spotted a tall figure standing quietly in the corner, much like the scene he had foreseen.

Several drunken, scantily clad women gathered around, pointing at the ghost eye on Yang Jian's forehead and laughing maniacally.

"Handsome guy~ Your third eye looks so realistic, I want to touch it."

"Yes, I need to check if you have a shrimp vein on your chest."

Yang Jian was not used to this kind of scene. He frowned and forcefully pushed Kuang Feng Lang Die away, saying, "There are too many people here. It would be troublesome if we started fighting."

"There's nothing we can do, it happened so suddenly, just make do for now."

The two walked around the edge of the field until they were ten meters away from the tall figure, when they finally saw his true face.

This is a whole human skin.

It is yellowish-brown overall. Although it is tall, many parts of it are shriveled and have formed layers of wrinkles, like an obese person who has suddenly lost all his flesh and blood.

Moving the gaze upwards, the facial features on the human skin face are empty, and the traces of blood splattered from the edges of the hollows give the human skin a touch of life.

It's like... just being forcibly ripped off your body.

Even more bizarrely, the ghost skin seemed to be able to reduce its presence; many young men and women dancing passed by it without anyone noticing its abnormality.

Link noticed that Ghostskin's chest would occasionally bulge.

Whether it's a handprint or a human face, it seems as if someone is struggling inside its body.

"Its killing pattern is probably to swallow a living person nearby and not continue until it is digested. With such a large body, I wonder how many lives are needed to fill it."

Yang Jian examined the ghost skin with his ghost eyes, recalling Yan Li's miserable state when he was about to burst from the ghost blood, and couldn't help but nod in agreement:

"Using ghost skin to contain ghost blood is a brilliant and highly feasible plan."

Link handed the golden body bag to his waist and raised his chin: "Same as always, I'll give it electrotherapy, you go up and put the sack on it."

After Yang Jie finished speaking, he suddenly laughed: "You used to be the one who personally went to the front line to put on the sacks. It seems that you have really become stronger this time, and have also become a black-hearted capitalist."

Of course, that was a joke. He was just using a golden body bag to put the ghost skin in, which didn't consume any supernatural power and actually made a profit.

"Or you can use Ghost Shadow to contain it, and I'll pack it up."

"Alright, I've used the Ghost Domain too much today, I'm tired."

The two were temporarily freed from the curse of the resurrected evil spirit, and were in good spirits, starting to joke with each other.

As they chatted, Link snapped his fingers, and a twisted arc of electricity struck the ghost skin, interrupting its use of supernatural powers.

Two hands reappeared on Ghost Skin's chest. This time, Ghost Skin's chest opened up smoothly like a zipper.

A figure screamed as it crawled out of the bar, staggered and fell to the ground, scrambling out of the bar on all fours.

"A ghost! A man-eating ghost! Help! Please save me, please!"

The screams drew the attention of the surrounding young people, who stopped their revelry and looked at the tall, ghostly figure. Their open hearts were like black holes weeping blood, exuding a strong stench of blood.

At this moment, Ghost Skin's presence became the most prominent in the entire arena.

Chaos and panic spread like a plague, and the instinct for survival drove them to retreat and frantically push towards the door.

Link and Yang ignored these people and focused on dealing with the paranormal events.

This time, the golden body bag is the largest size, with its opening wide, like a large net, enveloping the ghost's skin.

Yang Jian replicated Link's move, crouching down as he was enveloped in the golden body bag, and then sweeping out a leg.

With a "poof," the ghost skin lost its ability to stand and was tightly sealed inside the bag.

The process of imprisoning the vengeful ghost is so fluid and seamless, it's comparable to an action blockbuster.

Link clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Beautiful! You're almost done!"

Yang Jian nodded aloofly, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

"Let's go back and save Yan Li."

Just then, a man came down from upstairs in the bar. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, but had a scarf around his neck, which looked very strange.

He took a puff of his cigar, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and said with feigned nonchalance, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Wang Yue, but people in the industry call me 'Ghost Rope.' My two friends, you've caught my ghost in my territory and caused such a huge mess. You're not just going to walk away like this, are you?"

Link glanced at him, not wanting to give him any face at all. He raised his left hand and summoned a portal that was interwoven with dark blue, black and green, like a nebula. He grabbed Yang Jian's shoulder and walked in.

They're gone!?

Wang Yue's face turned a deep purplish-red, and he crushed the cigar to pieces.

"You little punk, don't let me find out who you are!"