Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

Dajing City, Headquarters of the Ghost Riders.

With the news from Dachang No. 7 Middle School, many staff members sprang into action to gather the existing data.

"Captain Zhao, the current head of Dachang City, has been confirmed to have sacrificed his life as the ghost infant Zhou Zheng."

The operator speaking had red eyes, and another operator next to her continued, "I just called Manager Zhou's satellite phone, and a boy named Zhang Wei answered. He was very unfriendly."

"First, check his information. Since he survived a paranormal event, he is likely a ghost tamer. As for Zhou Zheng, the person in charge... the compensation work needs to be handed over as soon as possible, his family members need to receive the benefits they are entitled to, and then select someone from the ghost tamers at headquarters to take over his work."

"We just received a message that a man claiming to be Link has contacted headquarters, hoping to speak with Captain Zhao. Here is his personal information."

Zhao Jianguo took the newly printed paper file, which was filled with Lin Ke's experiences from childhood to adulthood, along with a personality prediction.

He nodded in satisfaction and began to ask the question gently on the other end of the phone:

"Hello Link, this is the Asian Ghost Tamer Headquarters. I'm Zhao Jianguo, the switchboard commander. What's the casualty situation at Dachang No. 7 Middle School? And have you become a Ghost Tamer?"

On the pedestrian street of Dachang City, Linke sat in a breakfast shop, enjoying several steamers of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings).

He also wanted to go home, but unfortunately, he didn't know where home was in this world.

He chewed and swallowed the steaming hot buns, the scalding soup seemingly unable to cause him any pain.

Upon hearing Zhao Jianguo's voice, Link raised an eyebrow. This person seemed more polite than in the original work; perhaps it was a world-correction?

"During this attack by the door-knockers, Zhou Zheng, the head of Dachang City, was killed in action. There are fifteen survivors from No. 7 Middle School, including myself..."

After briefly explaining the killing patterns of the knocking ghost, Link revealed his fangs: "I have become a ghost tamer. I can join headquarters, but I need the position of head of Dachang City, a scapegoat doll, a red candle and three white candles, and I can choose one item from the supernatural items stored at headquarters."

If even one condition is missing, it's off the table.

Zhao Jianguo was a little confused. Why couldn't he understand what these words were saying?

What is a scapegoat doll? Aren't Red Candle and White Candle still under research? How did Link know about such top-secret information?

There's a mole!?

Zhao Jianguo immediately rejected the idea, thinking of the headquarters' tight security and the living fossil who had survived from the Republic of China era to the present.

He tentatively asked, "Link, if I may be so bold as to ask, the ghost you control..."

"It's a secret, Captain Zhao, feel free to guess. That's all for now, I need to catch up on my sleep."

Link put down his phone, bought a crystal ball at a toy store, found a quiet spot, and prepared to use divination and parchment paranormal methods to test whether he could achieve pseudo-omniscience.

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

"On the ninetieth day after escaping from No. 7 Middle School, I will die from the resurrection of a vengeful ghost. The insect formed from starlight gnawed at my heart and brain. I was powerless to stop it and could only quietly wait for death."

"If I could go to the century-old tailor shop in Dahan City at 10 p.m. on the tenth day after escaping from No. 7 Middle School and get a black shroud, maybe I could live longer."

This is what was automatically displayed on the parchment, which Link considered unreliable.

So he took out the crystal ball, used his apprentice ghost's supernatural abilities, and began to divine.

"My method to resolve or delay the resurrection of my own vengeful spirit..."

"A method for one's own vengeful spirit to revive..."

Repeated five times, layers of dark blue starlight inexplicably condensed in the crystal ball, transforming into constellations that intertwined and arranged, quickly evolving into a blurry image.

Surprisingly, the astrological ritual was not very taxing, only about a third of the time required to open the door.

Link stared at the star chart and chuckled softly, "The supernatural is truly amazing. Astrology, which used to only provide celestial phenomena, can now give us images. Perfect, it saves me from guessing."

In the scene, an insect formed by star trails is feeding on a ball of light before falling into a deep sleep, which will not wake up no matter how much it is disturbed.

It is foreseeable that the Star Bug will grow even stronger after consuming the ball of light.

Link frowned slightly. This feeling of déjà vu was extremely similar to the process of consuming a magic potion. Could it be that because of his special characteristics, he could use a similar method of advancement as a magic potion?

"To cultivate a complete Star Bug? Isn't that just courting death?"

As a seasoned astrologer, he understood that astrology was not omnipotent, but he could still utilize the supernatural power of parchment.

Since the supernatural power has already been recorded and stored, the cost of releasing it is negligible.

"Let me see what amazing effects the combination of the two will produce."

Thinking this, he pressed his hand on the crystal ball with slightly more force, his eyes bulged, and the book in his pupils that recorded the supernatural power of the parchment began to flip rapidly.

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

A strange black mist appeared inside the crystal ball, like ink dripping into a basin of water, shattering the dark blue star map and eventually turning it into black characters on a blue background.

Name: Star Demon (Travel)

"Main Material: A ghost with a ghost domain (rank A or below), or a ghost with suppression or sealing abilities (rank A or below)"

"Supporting materials: three liters of supernatural liquids such as ghost corpse water, ghost blood, and ghost lake, and one of your own four limbs."

"Ritual: Simultaneously trigger the killing patterns of at least two vengeful spirits and survive, then ingest the ghost potion under the starry sky."

"hiss……"

Link gasped. What a terrifying ghost drug! What a horrifying advancement ceremony!

He stood up, paced back and forth, and fell into deep thought.

"Yang Jian can help with this ceremony, but he alone isn't enough. Liu Qi? Zhao Lei? Yan Li?"

These three are all reliable people in the original work, but they are still people Link needs to examine, not to mention other demon tamers who are completely untrustworthy.

As for the Ghost Cabinet, Link never even considered it. That thing always resulted in a losing deal and could only be used when there was no other way out; otherwise, you were just working for it for free.

If Link can't even survive in a state of pseudo-omniscience, he doesn't need to be involved in the supernatural world anymore. He should just find a place to commit suicide and die.

……

"The fourth unit on the fourth floor of building four in Xingfu Community? Just seeing that name makes me feel uncomfortable..."

Link scrolled through the information stored on his phone, standing downstairs at the address of this body's residence.

Before he returned, he looked in the mirror and found that his current appearance was exactly the same as before he transmigrated, even the location of his birthmark was exactly the same. The only difference was that he was younger and more innocent.

If this body hadn't been inhabited by an orphan, he would have even doubted whether he had returned to the real Earth.

As an astrologer, he has always avoided any negative associations with the occult.

When he returned to the neighborhood this time, he didn't even think about going inside. He handed the key to a neighbor and asked them to take out the gold bars he had hidden in his house before running away.

"It's been half an hour, and WeChat still hasn't blocked me. There's definitely something wrong."

Thinking of this, Link turned around and left.

"Hey Link, why are you leaving already? You haven't taken your gold bars yet."

A neighbor covered in tattoos walked out of the building, his fleshy face bearing a kind smile, and two gold bars in his hand gleaming in the sunlight.

Link's pupils contracted as he felt a cold wind brush against the back of his neck.

This neighbor used to be involved in the underworld when he was young, and he still likes to take advantage of others even in middle age, but now he doesn't even covet real gold.

This is a demon slave!

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

A flash of red light appeared in the Happiness Community, and Link's figure vanished instantly.

The neighbor's smile remained, and he mechanically waved towards the spot where Link had been standing, but his face grew paler and paler until two lines of bloody tears streamed down his face.

"You...come back, Link..."

"Link... Ke..."