Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

In Xingfu Community, the neighbors' unusual behavior finally caught the attention of the residents.

Unable to suppress their love of watching a spectacle, they gathered around the neighbor, curiously observing what had happened.

"Oh dear, Zhou Heimao's eyes are bleeding! Call an ambulance!"

"Don't yell. Isn't he usually so arrogant? It's good to teach him a lesson."

Amidst the heated atmosphere of gossip, a chilling undercurrent was silently spreading.

Zhou Heimao seemed tired. He put down his right hand, which was waving, looked at the old woman closest to him, and smiled broadly, like a fan seeing his idol. He then raised his right hand again and waved happily.

"Grandma Wang, come here, come here..."

Grandma Wang subconsciously took a step forward, her frail body trembled, and her face instantly lost its expression, as if it had been painted with a layer of gray.

"Tap, tap tap..."

She walked mechanically to Zhou Heimao's side, her hands hanging down, her empty gaze sweeping through the crowd before finally settling on her grandson carrying a schoolbag.

A final flicker of pain crossed her eyes, which ultimately turned into two lines of bloody tears as she waved with a smile.

"Wang Xiaoliang, come here, come here..."

The child's eyes were full of trepidation as he hesitantly took a small step forward. His expression suddenly became calm, and his pace quickened, his movements like those of a puppet.

Not long after, Wang Xiaoliang stood behind Granny Wang and began searching for his target, two lines of bloody tears also streaming down his face.

"They're all dead! Run!"

Only then did people realize something was wrong. Screams and chaotic footsteps spread in all directions, and fear spread rapidly like a plague.

……

"Hello Mr. Link, this is your 24-hour dedicated operator, Qi Wanhe. Please state your request."

In Xingfu Residential Area, Dachang City, amidst exclamations from passersby, a ball of red light rose into the air and slowly drifted away.

After a few breaths, the ball of light seemed to be stretched by a pair of invisible hands, turning into a streak of red light and flying away.

Within the Ghost Eye Ghost Realm, Link spoke at lightning speed: "My neighborhood is haunted. The source is suspected to be in my house. Check the records of my elders, and while you're at it, evacuate and seal off Happiness Community. Don't let any staff into the community, otherwise the resurgence of the vengeful ghost will be even stronger."

"Okay, I understand."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. After half a minute, Qi Wanhe spoke again:

"Your previous request has been approved by headquarters. If you can retrieve the ghost infant of Zhou Zheng, the person in charge, headquarters will appoint you as the interim person in charge of Dachang City."

"make a deal."

After hanging up the phone, Link was still shaken.

The vengeful ghost in Happiness Community is quite terrifying. If they hadn't reacted quickly and opened the ghost realm to escape, they would definitely have been attacked by the beckoning spirit.

Fortunately, when he left No. 7 Middle School, he took the opportunity to record Yang Jian's Ghost Eye's Ghost Domain.

Although it has accelerated the recovery, fleeing is truly safe.

……

In an inconspicuous alley in Dachang City.

A red beam of light descended from the sky, and a young figure stepped out from it.

Having just received a windfall, Yang Jian stared blankly at Lin Ke, completely losing interest in even counting his phone balance.

There was only one thought in my mind: Wow, that's so cool! What kind of move is that? And why does that red light look so familiar?

"Link, you do have a Ghost Domain..."

"Yang Jian, you're about to die."

Yang Jianpi's face fell. He had previously visited the Ghost Tamer website and knew that Ghost Tamers were all short-lived ghosts. Now that Link had brought it up to his face, he was even more annoyed.

He scrutinized the classmate who had suddenly become mysterious and noticed that the right half of his face was the ashen color of a dead person, and the pupil of his right eye was dilated to three-quarters of the entire eyeball, with almost no white visible.

Its bizarre, half-alive, half-dead appearance is chilling.

"Hmph, Link, you've been controlling ghosts since before I did, so you'll die before me too."

Link nodded in agreement. The apprentice ghost was already quick to recover, and he himself recovered even faster due to the frequent use of it in combat due to his superhuman combat habits.

From the moment he transmigrated until now, only two days have passed, and nearly a quarter of Link's body has become numb and cold, becoming a breeding ground for the vengeful spirit within him.

"I've said before that I can help you live longer, even... die peacefully in your sleep."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Jian grabbed Link's shoulder and led him out.

"Brother Lin, I spoke a little loudly just now, please forgive me. Come on, I just made some money, let me treat you to an iced Coke."

The two sat down at a Snow King restaurant on the street. Link placed the yellowish-brown parchment on the table and pushed it in front of Yang Jian.

"This is a weird thing I stole from Fang Jing. You can get some information from it. He won't lie, but he will hide key information and make you the nourishment for him to complete the puzzle."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy, and cautiously gripped the parchment.

The next moment, the writing on the parchment blurred and disappeared, and new writing began to appear:

"My name is Yang Jian. By the time you see this, I will already be dead, killed three months later by the resurrection of a vengeful ghost..."

"Link is a man of unknown origin and extremely cunning. He can never be trusted. He needs a ghost with a ghostly aura to help him slow down his own resurgence as a vengeful spirit, and my ghostly eyes happen to possess the ghostly aura he so desperately desires. Therefore, I must hide now with the human skin paper..."

I secretly observed Link for a month and noticed his condition was deteriorating. So I seized the opportunity to shoot him dead, taking the vengeful spirit from his body. With the help of paper that could foresee the future, I resolved the crisis of the vengeful spirit's resurgence and became an even more powerful spirit tamer.

"My name is Yang Jian. This time, I survived."

Link watched the scene with great interest. It seemed that the parchment was very afraid of him. It wouldn't even say a word in front of Yang Jian and just wanted to escape his control as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, parchment does not possess ghostly realms or suppressive supernatural powers, making it unsuitable as the primary ingredient in "ghost medicine."

Yang Jian's eyelids twitched, and his ghostly eyes began to dart restlessly, as if he had grabbed a piece of red-hot charcoal. He threw the parchment directly into Link's arms and said with a gloomy face:

"Sure enough, all ghosts like to talk nonsense. Only a sophisticated and selfish fool like Fang Jing would believe the contents of this book and feel at ease to harm others."

Link put away the parchment, a chilling smile creeping across his otherwise unnatural face.

"But it's not entirely useless. At least the solutions it provides are somewhat feasible. Combined with my own divination abilities, I can deduce a relatively safe way out."

So, should we cooperate? Let's survive together.

Yang Jian sighed helplessly, "I have no choice, old classmate. I just hope you won't ruin me."

"I am not Fang Jing, and I will not have any romantic feelings for you. There will be more and more supernatural events in the future, forming a wave that will sweep across the era. Only by uniting can we survive."

Link made a solemn promise.

Yang Jian pressed further, "So, how will we cooperate? How will we share the benefits?"

Link sucked on the straw, letting the cold cola flow into his chilly body. The even colder sensation made him feel that he was still alive.

He said slowly, "First, alleviate your ghost's resurgence, then take care of my business. Any extra profits generated along the way, we'll split them equally."

"Your situation is more serious than mine, isn't it? Why didn't you get yours treated first?"

Link glanced at Yang Jian with a half-smile and said, "Do you believe me if I let you deal with the resurrected evil spirits first, and then help you deal with them later?"

Yang Jian smiled awkwardly, looking at the pedestrians on the street, his eyes filled with longing for vibrant life.

"certainly……"

Yang Jian's expression gradually relaxed. His original goal was to earn enough money for his mother's retirement before he died, but now, with Link's help, he wanted to live a good life and take care of his mother himself.

He suddenly stood up, downed the iced cola in his glass in one gulp, and spoke with the boldness of someone about to embark on the Age of Exploration.

"Let's not delay, where do we go now?"

Link said calmly, "We'll imprison Zhou Zheng's ghost infant first. It has great potential for growth and can't be left unchecked."

Thinking of the vengeful infant that burst from the womb, Yang Jian couldn't help but frown.

"That thing is incredibly strong; I could only fight it off. What can I use to imprison it?"

"Of course, we'll send them a house of gold. Look, the people delivering the equipment have arrived."

A van stopped on the side of the road, and three officers in law enforcement uniforms got out and jogged up to the two men.

The middle-aged man in the lead said respectfully:

"Mr. Lin, the detention equipment has been delivered. Do you need our assistance?"

Link noticed that the three people who arrived had resolute eyes, clearly prepared to sacrifice themselves.

This is the same type of person as Zhou Zheng.

"No need. The help you've provided is already enough. Getting involved would only harm you."

"Yes, I wish you success in your mission."

As the three left, Yang Jian opened the trunk and was dazzled by the dazzling golden light inside.

A solid gold coffin, large enough to fit a child, lay there quietly, attracting more attention than a peerless beauty.

"The only thing unaffected by supernatural phenomena is gold... so it's perfect for imprisoning vengeful spirits, I see. How much does this box cost?"

"I don't know, but the headquarters is paying for it anyway."

"Headquarters!?"

Yang Jian's voice rose several octaves as he lovingly stroked the pure gold coffin, complaining, "How did you manage to get such a good deal so quickly? I only have one 24-hour operator here, and he's not very bright; he won't give me any benefits."

Link closed the driver's side door and beckoned Yang Jian to get in the car: "Of course, I first showed my value. I used some information to make an exchange, and then used the excuse of recovering Zhou Zheng's evil ghost to get a certain quota of gold usage rights in advance."

"Judging from your tone, you want to join the Ghost Tamer Headquarters? So, you're not going to hand over the ghost infant we capture, are you?"

Yang Jian had hoped to hear some ideals and beliefs about serving the country and its people, but to his surprise, Link snorted and said confidently:

"Why should I hand over the ghost I caught with my own skills? Besides, I helped headquarters quell the paranormal incident, so headquarters should give me a bonus."

Link doesn't trust headquarters, and even the supernatural occurrences recorded in the files are just ordinary divinations.

There's no other reason than that, based on the headquarters' performance in the original work, it can only be described as the worst of the worst. Even the treatment of civilian ghost-taming organizations is better than that of the headquarters.

Zhou Zheng, who died in office, is a prime example.

Driven by passion, he frequently uses supernatural powers, all in an effort to bring peace to the region.

As a result, not only did they fail to qualify to control the second vengeful spirit, they didn't even get the chance to rest.

Not to mention the headquarters' forbearance when dealing with large organizations like WeChat Moments.

When Yang Jian first obtained the supernatural power, he only dared to target some scoundrels and unscrupulous merchants. He was already satisfied with getting a few hundred thousand, but compared to Link now, he was nothing.

This was as if a door to a new world had been opened.

"Won't this get me blacklisted and put on a global wanted list?"

Link smiled, half his face revealing a grin: "Young Yang, some things, while not allowed in principle, ultimately depend on how headquarters compromises..."

……

About ten minutes later, the bread truck stopped inside an upscale residential area.

Law enforcement officers have evacuated the community, and the huge complex is deserted, with not a soul in sight.

Link hung up the phone and said to Yang Jian, "At this stage, the ghost infants will prioritize killing anyone they touch. Wang Shanshan's family is currently at the property management office; we can just wait and wait for them to come to us."

On their way here, the two had already discussed their plan of action. Once the ghost infant appeared, Yang Jian would use his Ghost Domain to transfer it into a coffin made of pure gold.

This method can be described as simple and brutal; even if the old ghost comes knocking on the door, this is the only method we'll use.

Yang Jian had some reservations about this, because it seemed that he was the main force at the moment, but Lin Ke silenced him by saying that he could collect protection money from Wang Shanshan's family afterward.

Making money requires some effort, it's not shameful.

The two men carried the golden coffin to the door and then swaggered into the guard booth, waiting for the ghost baby to be delivered to their door.

Taking advantage of the time, Yang Jian didn't waste any time and asked Link about paranormal phenomena.

"Link, is it really impossible for us to go back to a normal life?"

"There's no way to escape it unless you reach the very end of the supernatural and surpass the limits of ghosts."

Before Yang Jian could say anything more, Link's expression changed, and he took out a crystal ball from his pocket.

The supernatural power of astrology was activated, and the star chart in the crystal ball suddenly transformed into the Big Dipper, its handle spinning and pointing eastward.

"Yang Jian, move the golden coffin three meters to the right. I will seal the coffin."

Almost instinctively, Yang Jian activated his Ghost Domain. One after another, scarlet ghost eyes opened on his body, and a red light flashed. The golden coffin was already dragged three meters away from the ground.

"Thump"

It was as if something couldn't avoid it and crashed into the bottom of the golden coffin with a muffled thud.

"Zila"

Three electric arcs were generated in the air in succession, like firecrackers, charring the humanoid object inside the golden coffin until it was paralyzed and convulsing in pain.

Link stood to one side, closing the coffin and welding it, his movements fluid, composed, and elegant, like a gentleman from the Middle Ages.

They weren't doing the menial work of imprisoning ghost children, but rather creating a masterpiece of art.

It wasn't until Link finished seamlessly welding the golden coffin that Yang Jian belatedly realized that the ghost infant had already been imprisoned.

"Holy crap, it's that easy?"

He looked at Link and blurted out "Holy shit!"

The divination was far too extreme. Even if the little ghost baby had ten more brains, it would still be manipulated at will.

Link patted the golden coffin to make sure there wasn't a single crack, then nodded to Yang Jian with his chin.

"Go and mark Wang Shanshan with a ghost slave mark. If nothing unexpected happens, you'll be a father soon."

"Are you kidding me?"