Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

"There's someone in the hallway, stop him quickly!"

"Yang Jian, save me, I can live."

"Watch Da Chang's top sniper deliver the perfect shot!"

"Zhang Wei, Yang Jian, please help me..."

In Zhang Wei's villa in Guanjiang Community, three teenagers took their hands off the keyboard and high-fived each other at a makeshift, oversized computer desk, looking at the message "Winner Winner Chicken Dinner" on the screen.

"We are the champions!"

Zhang Wei quickly took a screenshot and posted it on his social media account with the caption: "Today I played PUBG with Xiao Yang and Xiao Lin, and we dominated the game."

Yang Jian pulled off his headphones, looked at Link with a slightly embarrassed expression, and laughed, "Now I believe you're a corporate slave, completely unable to keep up with our pace."

Link raised his hand, still wrapped in bandages, and said seriously, "This isn't about age; I'm still injured."

He had just come to find Yang Jian to catch the newspaper ghost, but found Yang Jian and Zhang Wei playing PUBG. The two invited him to join in a game, and he couldn't resist.

Unfortunately, he had been out of action for a long time, and both his hands were not very convenient. The former gun king had become the floor king.

"Quick, quick, while you're all free, let's play another round! The game's on fire!"

Zhang Wei urged him on, his hands clapping loudly on the keyboard.

Link's GPS phone vibrated at an inopportune moment; it was Qi Wanhe.

Her clear, mature voice carried a hint of anxiety, and she didn't even address her by her job title.

"Link, the video of you and your men beating Wang Yue to death has been posted online. With the help of some people, it has started to stir up trouble, and many wild ghost riders are hostile to you."

Link's expression remained unchanged: "A bunch of shady rat-men, they should have been dealt with long ago. You can take this opportunity to push forward the implementation of the Ghost Rider Registration List, which will help stabilize the situation and save me a lot of trouble."

"Captain Zhao has decided to stand up for you and is currently meeting with senior management at headquarters. He's just worried that public opinion might affect your mental state and cause you to do something impulsive, so he asked me to keep in touch with you."

Looking at the game interface in front of him, Link said in a relaxed tone, "I'm fine, I'm still playing the game... There's a saying that goes, 'In chaotic times, harsh measures are necessary,' and Wang Yue won't be the last Ghost Master to be taken down."

Qi Wanhe responded and then added, "Are you free in a month? Headquarters has prepared new employee training for you."

"If I were still alive, I would naturally have time."

"Alright, I'll fill out the forms for you first. Live well, Manager Lin."

Putting away his phone, Link looked at the two of them and said helplessly, "I have to work again, so I can't play games anymore."

Zhang Wei looked slightly disappointed and waved his hand, saying, "It's okay, Yang Jian and I will continue."

Link shook his head: "I'm taking Yang Jian with me too. This time, the target is that vengeful ghost that dares to be his father. I've found its trail, and we can't let it grow any further."

Yang Jian jumped up, his eyes glowing red like ghost eyes, and even the game lost its appeal.

"Link, you should have said so earlier! That scoundrel not only impersonated my father but also wanted to kill me. I won't be at peace until I get rid of him. Let's go, let's get down to business."

As the two hurriedly left, Zhang Wei looked at the empty room and sighed in disappointment:

"Busy, everyone's busy, being busy is good..."

Not long after, he simply started a live stream and started giving away coins to his viewers, and the atmosphere in the room became lively again:

"The number one sniper in Dachang City is here! Brothers, follow me, I'll carry you to victory!"

……

In a luxuriously decorated villa in the Guanjiang residential area, several gold-plated detention instruments are blatantly displayed.

Since no one lives here, the tools used to imprison the evil spirits are all empty.

Yang Jian personally guarded all the captured evil spirits.

All that remains is the gambler who crashed, and the ghost mirror that can bring the dead back to life.

During the two days that Link was asleep, Yang Jian was not idle. He helped Zhang Wei imprison the ghost that escaped from the ghost mirror, moved the ghost mirror out of the old house from the Republic of China era, and also completed a project worth hundreds of millions of yuan. He can be called a model worker.

"Zhang Wei, that idiot, has luck that's a bit abnormal. How can someone keep winning against both humans and ghosts? He can beat the gambling addict, and he can even beat the mirror ghost that replicates actions. Tsk..."

Yang Jian had already noticed Zhang Wei's extraordinary good fortune and sighed in amazement.

He handed the villa key to Link and patted the leather sofa in the living room: "This villa is already renovated and fully furnished. You can move in right away. Link, you can live here from now on. My house is just next door, so it will be very convenient for working and playing games."

"Okay, then I'll stay here for the time being."

"Temporary stay? What do you mean? Are you planning to pack up and run away?"

Link did not deny it: "There are more and more paranormal events, and there are also many incompetent colleagues at headquarters. A new era is coming. There's no harm in collecting more paranormal information."

Thinking of his adorably clumsy operator, Liu Xiaoyu, Yang Jian chuckled: "Headquarters certainly has a lot of incompetent teammates."

Link knew that Yang Jian's lips were brimming with the sweet, sour smell of young love. Only someone who had truly been tricked by headquarters would truly demystify a stability maintenance organization.

You can only grow by learning from your mistakes.

To wash away the shame, Yang Jian hung the golden body bag on his waist, but feeling it wasn't safe enough, he wanted to bring the golden coffin that had previously imprisoned the starving ghost with him.

Link stopped him, saying, "Let's call that ghost the 'Newspaper Ghost' for now. Judging from your experience, it should be very intelligent and also change the perceptions of those around it. Driving there with the golden coffin will definitely attract its attention, so we'll just use our ghost domain to confront it and cut off its chance to escape."

Yang Jian agreed, frowning as he said, "This requires its precise location."

Link smiled slightly: "I'll calculate it."

Having faced so many life-and-death situations, Yang Jian could roughly guess Link's methods of calculation. The supernatural ability to replicate parchment and combine it with astrology was simply incredible.

He suddenly had a brilliant idea: "Since you're so good at math, could you help me calculate how old I'll be?"

Looking at Yang Jian's expectant face, Link suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Link's fear has been seized by the apprentice ghost, so he can no longer feel fear. The only possibility is that the apprentice ghost is afraid.

So he casually made up a story: "There are too many variables in the future, and no one can say for sure. If I were to predict the future of a ghost tamer, I'm afraid I'd be directly resurrected as a vengeful ghost."

"Indeed, then let's not bother with it."

Having experienced the Mirror Ghost incident, Yang Jian realized the danger of facing supernatural events alone, and Link, who always managed to get some "guides" in advance, was practically a god-tier teammate in the Chinese server.

Trading a god-like teammate for a vague theoretical lifespan is a huge loss, isn't it?

Link begins using his supernatural powers, and the temperature in the room drops sharply.

"The location of the newspaper ghost's true form."

"The true form of the newspaper ghost..."

At the same time, the illusory pages in his eyes flipped rapidly, using the supernatural properties of parchment to create overlapping effects.

The deep blue star map and the pitch-black ink intertwined in my mind, finally forming an image:

The living room was dimly lit. A person whose face was obscured was sitting on the sofa, leisurely reading a newspaper. Behind him, the wall was covered with old-fashioned newspapers.

Most shockingly, every single old newspaper was stained with blood, and a human face was pasted in the very center of each one.

The faces were closed, their expressions peaceful as if they were asleep. These people looked like they were undergoing facial cosmetic surgery, with only their faces showing through the surgical drape.

A thin layer of dust had settled on the dining table opposite the sofa, and the leftover instant noodle soup had gone moldy.

Link noticed that among the wall covered with faces, a portrait stood out. It was of a young man who bore a striking resemblance to Yang Jian.

The perspective shifts, and Link sees a photo of Yang Jian and a woman in the bedroom. The two are making peace signs and their smiles look warm and friendly.

The supernatural power dissipated, the scene quickly collapsed, and in the end, he saw the newspaper ghost on the seventh floor of an old residential building.

"It's on the seventh floor of an old residential building. There's a portrait of your father and a photo of you and your aunt. It's very likely your home."

Yang Jian's face darkened.

"That bastard has been occupying my house and hasn't paid my rent!"

"Now they're going to collect rent, aren't they?"