Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

It was early morning, and the golden sunlight shone through the blood cell, illuminating the situation inside clearly.

Although the vengeful ghost was suppressed, Zhang Yiming was still alive. He stared wide-eyed in terror, like a drowning man, kicking his legs wildly in the blood sphere, his hands bent into chicken claws, waving erratically, trying to grab a straw to save him.

The ghost blood was too viscous, and Zhang Yiming, trapped within it, had no leverage, making all his struggles futile.

After swallowing several mouthfuls of ghost blood, Zhang Yiming spat out a string of bubbles, his hands still in a grasping position, and drowned in the ghost blood.

His eyes were wide open, with a hint of despair and regret still lingering in them.

The noble air of a scion of a prominent family was gone from Wang Xiaoqiang's face; his pale face was contorted with rage.

"Ouyang Tian, ​​why the hell aren't you making a move? I've been feeding and treating you like royalty, and all you do is stand by and watch when something happens?"

He was genuinely panicked. Link had arrived too quickly and at too opportune a time. There had been a banquet the night before, and everyone was still fast asleep. Not only had no security measures been arranged for the Ghost Tamers, but they hadn't even brought the golden weapon that could suppress supernatural powers with them.

Little did they know, the onlookers could no longer contain themselves and exclaimed excitedly:

"Isn't Ghost Blood Yan Li about to recover? He can easily kill Zhang Yiming?"

"Yan Li's condition is strange; he has found a way to prolong his life."

Upon hearing this, a burning desire ignited in the eyes of the group.

They deeply understand that no matter how powerful you are in life, everything will come to an end after death.

Being alive is the most important thing!

A middle-aged man stepped forward first, raising his hands and standing ten meters away from Link.

"Manager Lin, my name is Zhang Han. I do have some disagreements with Yan Li, but I have never taken advantage of his misfortune. I can apologize for the unpleasant things that happened in the past. However... I would like to inquire whether the resurgence of Yan Li's vengeful spirit has subsided?"

Link toyed with the golden pistol in his hand and said calmly, "The answer is right here. Can't you see it?"

The people behind Zhang Han exchanged glances, then stepped forward with smiles on their faces: "Manager Lin, what exactly is the method to extend lifespan? Please don't hesitate to tell us."

"You? A bunch of rats hiding in the gutter, eating and waiting to die, do you even deserve it?"

Link's sarcasm was merciless, causing the group's faces to darken.

"Manager Lin, you should know that we didn't even help General Manager Wang in order to support your work."

"Link, good things should be shared. Don't be ungrateful."

"Yeah, even if you're the city manager, with all of us attacking together, you still wouldn't survive."

Link's eyes turned cold, and he raised his gun and pulled the trigger on the person who was shouting the loudest.

"Bang bang bang..."

The magazine emptied instantly, and the man was thrown backward by the impact of the bullets.

The man was still alive. His eyes were wide open, and he pointed at Link with trembling hands, unable to utter a single word.

Link calmly changed his magazine: "I separated you from Wang Xiaoqiang because I haven't found any fault with you yet. If you want to attack me now, you can all come at me together. It's okay. I'll take you all out and everything will be fine."

The men's expressions shifted between light and dark, and the flesh beneath their skin began to writhe abnormally, as if something was trying to crawl out. Clearly, they were considering taking action.

Wang Xiaoqiang roared, "If I fall, you'll never have a good life again! Link will definitely not let you off the hook!"

The air around us turned cold and damp, and a dark cloud drifted in from the sky, blocking out the sunlight.

"Manager Lin, I'm not getting involved in your affairs. From now on, I'm withdrawing from the Xiaoqiang Club and will cooperate with you in taking my statement later."

Zhang Han was the first to run away. He covered his head with his hands, squatted in a corner, and looked incredibly docile.

With Zhang Han as their mentor, the group hesitated for a moment before deciding to play it safe for now.

"Zhang Han, you deserve to die!"

Seeing his promising situation being squandered, Wang Xiaoqiang was so angry he wanted to tear Zhang Han to pieces.

Zhang Han looked completely innocent: "President Wang, surrender. It might save your life. You were just implicated by Ye Jun and the others. If you admit your mistake, try to get out of prison as soon as possible."

"Bang! Bang!"

On the other side, Dali stood still, like a crazed Vajra, pounding his chest with his fists like drums.

It wasn't that Gui Pi had gone mad and was self-harming after his resurrection; rather, Ye Jun and He Sheng were still holding Pi Dali in their arms, with their heads at chest level.

His speed wasn't fast because Ye Jun was still using the Ghost Corpse Water to fight him off.

Compared to the even more terrifying Demon Skin, it's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Ye Jun hadn't died. He finally discovered a terrifying truth and screamed in terror, "You're not human, nor are you a ghost tamer, you're... a ghost! You're that ghost-man skin! Link, you're so insidious, using a ghost to deal with us living people, don't you feel ashamed?"

Yan Li's face darkened. He saw that Wang Yue, who was wearing a ghost skin, was already dead. He wondered where the news had leaked out.

Fearing that Ye Jun would reveal more information, Pi Dali's movements suddenly accelerated.

The first to suffer was He Sheng. The Heart-Piercing Ghost in his chest was suppressed. Without supernatural power to sustain his life, he was no different from an ordinary person. After being punched a few times, his head shattered like a watermelon, and red and white fluids flowed down his neck.

He then silently accepted everything, his fate unknown.

Ye Jun was very resilient to blows. Even though his head was smashed into a piece of paper, he still tried to back away, but Dali grabbed his neck with one hand and slammed him to the ground like a noodle.

The foul-smelling bodily fluids splashed and landed in front of Zhang Han and the others, causing their pupils to contract in horror and making them even less inclined to resist.

They all had their heads down, like quails.

Just kidding, even in a three-on-two situation, they could be easily defeated.

Are these people, who are about to be resurrected as vengeful ghosts, going to offer their heads as a sacrifice?

Beside the convertible, Yang Jian looked at the ferocious Ghost Skin Dali, who resembled a rampaging Hulk, and secretly swallowed his saliva.

The demon skin I personally imprisoned was so brave; luckily, it's now one of my own men's subordinates.

Wang Xiaoqiang was both angry and afraid. He was unwilling to accept that his club, which he had painstakingly built, had collapsed in less than ten minutes, but he dared not really put up a fight.

They could only watch helplessly as Ye Jun, who barely retained a human form, was punched into a red, white, and yellow mixture by the tall man in the suit.

Ye Jun was not dead yet; his sharp, angry curses came from inside the meat paste mass:

"Wang Xiaoqiang, you're a fucking coward! You tricked me with fake top-secret information last night, and now that I'm going to fight you to the death, you're just watching? Does your secretary even know how spineless you are?"

Wang Xiaoqiang seemed to react violently, tearing at his expensive suit with rage, his eyes bloodshot as he shouted, "Shut up! I'm not a piece of trash!"

Wang Xiaoqiang is indeed a ghost tamer, but he is merely a laboratory product forcibly modified. He deeply hates his inhuman and ghostly body, which is why he has been delaying his actions.

The fabric was instantly torn into strips, revealing patches of skin of different colors and an upper body with obvious stitching marks.

His gaze was fixed on Link with venomous intent, muttering, "Why? Why force me to look like this?"

As he spoke, his skin and flesh seemed to lose their elasticity, falling off piece by piece to the ground, emitting a putrid stench.

At the same time, a figure emerged from behind him, approaching Link step by step.

Link seemed oblivious to this, holding a document in his hand and flipping through it with great interest.

This is a file titled "The Astrologer" Link, which even has the words "Top Secret" printed on it.

The above content contains information about Link's life from childhood to adulthood, focusing on the supernatural abilities he gained after becoming a Ghost Slayer, as well as the supernatural incidents he handled, with no details missing.

It's so real it's as if Link himself wrote it, and it even includes the latest "Ghost Skin" incident at the Golden Flower Bar.

If Qi Wanhe hadn't called him late last night to remind him, he would have thought that Qi Wanhe had betrayed him and become a mole.

However, this top-secret document was carelessly left in a hotel room where someone was having an affair with a woman, stained with alcohol and food juices.

Utterly ridiculous!

"I can't believe someone would dare to leak the top-secret files of the city's headquarters manager on such a large scale..."

Link smiled, a hint of amusement in his smile:

"Wang Xiaoqiang, I've caught you red-handed!"