Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

The slaps were loud enough to make Zhao Lei and the others, who were far away on the cordon, feel a phantom pain when they heard them.

Ghost Skin's slaps were powerful and heavy; with two slaps, he turned Wang Yue into a spinning top.

Fortunately, Yan Li strictly followed Link's instructions and only slapped Wang Yue twice; otherwise, Wang Yue's head would have been knocked off.

It took Wang Yue a long time to steady himself by leaning on the sofa. He felt like he was being beaten so badly that he was about to be resurrected. In his heart, he cursed Lin Ke, the other two, and Zhao Kaiming's ancestors for eighteen generations.

「呸」

He was a ruthless man. He spat out a few teeth, wiped the blood from his mouth, and even managed to force a smile: "Mr. Link, have you vented your anger? My reputation in the underworld is well-known. I'll give you face today and won't pursue this matter further. Now you can leave, right?"

Link gave him a cold shoulder, pointing at Yan Li and saying, "Do you still recognize him? He's my employee. You were the one who attacked him behind his back two days ago? I heard you're some kind of underground boss in Dachang City, all high and mighty, huh? If you live a few more days, do you think you'll even dare to take me down?"

Wang Yue dared not admit it now. He subconsciously touched the scarf around his neck, his face full of righteous indignation: "There's someone in Dachang City who's going against you? You wait, I'll bring people to find that bastard right now."

Link scoffed, "I see you won't admit it until you see the coffin. Keep hitting him until he gives in."

Seeing that the hand, bigger than a palm-leaf fan, was about to slap down again, Wang Yue glared. This young man didn't know the rules and didn't play by the rules.

I've already given him face, but he still won't let it go!

As he backed away to avoid the ghost skin's slap, he untied the scarf around his neck, revealing an old straw rope.

This is his vengeful ghost, the Ghost Rope, which is best at hanging people.

The straw rope was tied in a tight knot around Wang Yue's neck, forming an hourglass shape that was thick at both ends and thin in the middle. An ordinary person would have died long ago, but with the support of the supernatural, he was still alive and well.

"Link, don't push your luck! The one who asked me to fight is Zhao Kaiming. Go find him if you dare! I'm a respectable Ghost Master, and if you keep bullying me like this, I'll fight you to the death!"

Wang Yue looked around and sneered, "Even if I were to be resurrected as a vengeful ghost, many people would die with me. Even if you are a rising star among ghost tamers, you will still be punished by headquarters, dismissed, and investigated."

"How about... I'll pay you a large sum of money, and you let me run away? Everyone'll be happy, what do you say?"

"Not good at all, beat him up, beat him to death."

Link gave the order coldly.

Compared to Yan Li, who commands two vengeful ghosts, Wang Yue was nothing more than a roadside creature, easily killed with a flick of his wrist.

Link focused more on Zhao Lei, observing his every move and checking for any signs of supernatural influence.

"Fine! You've got a death wish, don't blame me!"

Wang Yue's eyes widened in anger. He pulled on the straw rope around his neck and tightened it on his own. In an instant, he had difficulty breathing and his face turned red.

In the void, a grass rope appeared out of thin air and was placed around the ghost's neck. Strangely, the two ends of the grass rope floated in the air for no reason, as if they were being pulled and tightened by an invisible hand.

"Cough cough..."

Seeing Wang Yue risk the resurrection of the vengeful ghost to use supernatural power to attack the ghost skin, Yan Li almost couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The ghost skin devoured the vengeful ghost within the ghost blood, bringing its level of terror close to A-level. How could a rope controlled by a ghost tamer possibly restrain it?

The straw rope was tightening, stretching the ghost skin's neck to a meter long. So it stopped and reached out to grab the straw rope around its neck.

Wang Yue sneered, thinking his attack had worked, and said smugly, "Link, if you know what's good for you, let me go. Otherwise, your teammate is about to die a violent death. Can you withstand the resurrection of the vengeful ghost?"

The next second, Wang Yue's smile froze on his face.

The tall "ghost tamer" didn't use any supernatural powers; he tore the straw rope with just his physical strength, and it looked quite easy.

"Heh, heh... What are you talking about!?"

Wang Yue's voice was like a chicken about to be strangled, hoarse and shrill.

Unfettered, Guipi moved forward again, raised his large palm-leaf fan, and slapped Wang Yue twice more. Seemingly unsatisfied, he clenched his fists, each the size of a human head, and smashed them down on Wang Yue's face.

Wang Yue was filled with shame and indignation. Then, seeing a terrifying fist coming at him, he tightened the ghost rope around his neck again in fear.

This time, he left himself no way out, his resentful gaze fixed on Link.

"Link, even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!"

The power of the ghost rope began to revive, and it felt as if someone was lifting Wang Yue from the other end, trying to lift him up from the ground.

However, he was still not decisive enough. If he had risked the resurrection of the vengeful ghost the moment he saw Link, he might have been able to cause some harm.

Now that the ghost is close at hand, it's too late to think about fighting back.

A large, heavy hand reached out and enveloped Wang Yue's hand along with the ghost rope, then quickly tightened its grip.

"Crackling..."

A cracking sound, like popping beans, rang out; it was the sound of Wang Yue's palm bones being crushed.

Under Wang Yue's horrified gaze, the eerie fluctuations emanating from the ghost rope gradually diminished until it finally limply rested on the wrist of the tall "ghost tamer".

Wang Yue's current state is like that of a dog being held by a leash by the director; he can neither escape nor hide.

"This is impossible! Are you a human or a ghost?"

Wang Yue responded with a fist the size of a human head.

"Bang!"

With one punch, Wang Yue's face exploded open, exposing his bare bones to the air.

"Spare me! I admit my mistake, I accept the punishment!"

Yan Li glanced at Link and saw that he was calm. He felt relieved and once again controlled the ghost skin to throw a punch.

"Waaah..."

Two punches, three punches...

There are no clashes of supernatural rules, only the resentment of the avengers and the visceral beauty of physical combat.

Wang Yue's voice grew softer and softer, from struggling with his hands and feet to finally being blown apart, becoming a pile of human-shaped flesh and blood.

Even so, he was not dead yet, and his soft murmurs could be heard in the air.

"Alright, lock up Ghost Rope, that's a wrap."

As Guipi forcefully pulled out the ghost rope, the life of Wang Yue, a powerful underground figure in Dachang City, came to an end.

Ghost Skin put the ghost rope into the golden pouch at his waist, tied the knot, and silently came up behind Yan Li.

Yan Li lowered his head, his eyes red-rimmed: "President Lin, I'm sorry, I went a little too far. With so many people watching, it caused a very bad impression. But whenever I think about what would have happened to my family if Yang Jian hadn't saved them that day, I feel a violent urge."

Link patted Yan Li on the shoulder and praised, "You only controlled the ghost skin throughout the entire process, completing the mission with minimal supernatural consumption. Very good. Keep up the good work in the future."

Yan Li was taken aback. He had expected to be scolded, but instead he received encouragement.

A faint blue light flashed in Link's eyes as he used astrology to deduce Zhao Lei's situation.

"Zhao Lei is not under any supernatural influence."

"Zhao Lei didn't have..."

As the light and shadow shifted, the star map transformed into a figure riding a small electric scooter, weaving through the city in search of vengeful ghosts, but he couldn't find a single one.

Lin Ke breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the cordon: "Captain Liu, Wang Yue attempted to revive the evil spirits in the city center. He was utterly depraved. I have successfully stopped him. Thank you for cleaning up the scene."

"Understood, please rest assured, Manager Lin."

Captain Liu nodded solemnly and led his men into the Rose Bar to search for evidence of Wang Yue's crimes.

Link then turned to Zhao Lei and teased, "Zhao Lei, did you observe this battle, or do you still want to become a Ghost Tamer?"

Zhao Lei was so frightened by Wang Yue's meat sauce that his face turned pale. Hearing this, he shuddered and regained some color in his face: "Yes, I want to be a ghost tamer, but unfortunately I haven't found a single ghost these past few days. Link... no, Manager Link, please give me a chance! I will repay you."

"From now on, you will learn the basics of the paranormal world from Yan Li, and don't go home for the time being."

"good!"

A group of four people rode in a jeep, leaving behind a storm that was brewing.

Back in Guanjiang Residential Area, Linke went to find Yang Jian immediately.

Zhao Lei's appearance served as a wake-up call for him. He could no longer let the newspaper ghost grow unchecked; he had to nip this vengeful spirit in the novice village!