Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

Yan Li used too much supernatural power today, and the ghost blood was showing signs of resurgence. So he chose to stay in the corner and inject the ghost blood into the ghost skin to calm down, while also keeping an eye on Lin Qingyuan.

Anyway, the blood scabs can suppress the bleeding for a while, so there's no need to rush to weld the golden coffin shut.

At the entrance of the vegetable market, good news about hiring mercenaries came through Jiang Shang's earpiece:

"President Jiang, we've taken down everyone inside. Only one old ghost remains, and the Golden Bullet won't affect him much."

"Haha, well done! When we get back, each of us will get an extra million."

Jiang Shangbai took off his sunglasses, looked at the several corpses convulsing on the ground, and sneered: "We didn't even need to lift a finger. A bunch of mercenaries took them down. What genius ghost tamers? They're more like dead dogs on the roadside."

Mr. Fang is just too cautious.

The surrounding ghost tamers burst into cheerful laughter.

A demon tamer with rotting marks on his head and wearing gold sunglasses laughed, "This is a good thing. We've come all this way on a business trip, and the bonus we've received is quite substantial."

"What a miser! He made so much money this year, but he didn't even treat us guys to a massage."

The rotten-headed ghost tamer shook his head and said, "Dajing City is great in every way, except that it's strictly regulated. I don't know when supernatural events will become widespread. I've even run out of experimental subjects to control my second vengeful ghost."

This statement resonated with many people. They joined the circle of friends precisely so that they could become the helmsmen on the ship sailing into a new era.

"Yeah, I don't know when it became our turn to be in charge on social media."

Seeing the topic gradually veer towards danger, Jiang Shangbai clapped his hands and said:

"It was bound to happen sooner or later. Come on, let's get a sack and fill it with money."

Stepping through the gate, the surrounding environment suddenly takes on a deep, bluish-green hue, like the starry sky on a summer night with a full moon.

"Ghost Realm, so soon there are vengeful ghosts resurrecting? This ghost is quite strong, it can be used as material for the second ghost in the laboratory."

As Jiang Shangbai casually commented, a smell combining burnt meat and rotting corpse began to emanate from around him.

This is his ghost realm, forming a ring around him to prevent attacks from resurrected vengeful spirits.

However, Jiang Shangbai failed.

His ghostly aura was suppressed, unable to even cover his body.

"Be careful, that thing might attack us."

They had only taken two steps when they spotted a strange figure.

The man stood facing the wall, his hands tucked into his chest, his body covered in bloodstains, and he exuded a chilling aura.

"Three, two, one, freeze!"

"Is this Link's classmate Zhao Lei? Always putting on airs, even in death he can't rest in peace. If I weren't busy today, I'd have scattered his ashes!"

Someone muttered something, but tacitly chose not to confront them head-on.

Just as everyone was about to turn around and go around, the figure suddenly turned around, facing them, revealing a hideous face covered with bark patterns.

"Don't move."

At the end of the line, a demon tamer's eyes bulged out, and he silently collapsed to the ground with a dull thud.

It didn't feel like a body was being smashed down; rather, it felt like a heavy piece of wood.

Jiang Shangbai stared at the wooden head of the ghost tamer, his eyelids twitched, and he suddenly felt an itch on the back of his hand.

When I looked up, I saw that it had turned into rough tree bark!

"Holy crap, I can't feel my feet."

There was a minor commotion in the group, and almost all of them had varying degrees of woody skin.

The worst off was a demon tamer clutching his crotch, his face filled with despair.

His brother turned into wood.

"Damn it, we've been fooled. What we saw before was all an illusion. They're not dead."

Jiang Shangbai's eyes hardened as he looked at the remaining seven men on his side and quickly said, "Stay together, don't scatter. He Tianxiong, Liu Dong, take care of this brat first."

Upon hearing this, Liu Dong, whose head was rotting, took off his gold sunglasses. His two dead gray eyes, which were moving irregularly in their sockets, focused and stared intently at Zhao Lei's figure.

With a "plop," a patch of skin on her cheek, seeping yellow fluid, stuck to the ground like jelly.

"Damn it, it's another illusion."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was startled and looked around to find that all his teammates had disappeared.

"Three, two, one, freeze!"

A cold voice rang in his ears, like a death knell. Unable to pinpoint the enemy, Liu Dong could only frantically approach the gate based on his instincts.

"Don't move!"

"Stay still? Are we just going to wait to die?"

Liu Dong muttered to himself, then sprinted away, not even bothering to notice the wood grain covering his left arm.

On the other side, Jiang Shangbai looked at Link in front of him and found that Wu Yun was actually with him. He immediately grinned maliciously: "Good kid, you have some Ghost Domain subordinates who betray you and let you fight the two of us."

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped up three feet off the ground, as if he were walking on invisible stilts.

At his feet, a pair of dead feet covered in lividity stretched out, cushioning his steps and allowing him to walk normally.

This is one of the two vengeful ghosts he controls. When a ghost steps on a person, being stepped on by the dead person's foot can instantly take the life of an ordinary person. Even vengeful ghosts will be kicked back by him, or even fall into a brief silence.

He once successfully imprisoned a vengeful ghost by stepping on it.

Thinking of this, Jiang Shangbai became even more confident. Stepping on the dead man's foot, he quickly approached Link, intending to kick Link to death.

"Snap"

With a snap of his fingers, a distorted arc of electricity appeared out of thin air and headed straight for Jiang Shangbai's white face.

"A mere trifle, Wu Yun, get to work."

Jiang Shangbai bent his knees slightly, jumped up, and actually kicked away the supernatural electric shock.

"I'll help you!"

Blood-red lines appeared on Wu Yun's body, vaguely forming a text.

This is a terrible curse, which can be used to protect oneself from attacks by supernatural forces, or it can be transformed into the most vicious incantation to kill enemies.

He suddenly waved his hand, and a ball of blood made of crimson characters was flung towards Link.

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

Link watched as the illusory pages of the book turned, recording the supernatural events of Jiang Shangbai being trampled by ghosts, and nodded in approval.

"A very strong supernatural power, now it's mine."

He hadn't expected that Jiang Shangbai's ghost-stomping terror level could be A-level!

Under Jiang Shangbai's puzzled and shocked gaze, Link suddenly leaped into the air, and a pair of dead feet covered in lividity extended from the bottom of his feet, appearing suddenly above Wu Yun's head, and forcefully kicking down with his legs.

"Are you kidding me? You stole my Ghost Stepping Man?!"

"Click..."

The powerful supernatural force pressed down like Mount Tai, crushing Wu Yun's shoulders and ribcage with a cracking sound like popping beans, causing his legs to buckle and him to kneel on the ground.

His body was still emitting blood-red characters, resisting the powerful supernatural force of the ghost trampling on him, and even trying to curse Link in reverse.

"Hey, you think you can kill me so easily?"

"Is that so?"

Link removed his golden glove from his right hand at some point, and then picked up an old straw rope, skillfully looping it around Wu Yun's neck while simultaneously releasing the suppressive force of his Ghost Hand on the rope.

The ghost rope, contributed by Wang Yue, tightened instantly, digging firmly into Wu Yun's neck.

It was as if an invisible giant hand was grasping the ghost rope high in the sky and lifting it upwards.

"Click, puff..."

The ghost stomped on him while the ghost rope pulled him up; the two opposing supernatural forces combined, and Wu Yun could only hold on for less than five seconds before the blood characters on his body collapsed, and then his body quickly separated from his body.

The head, connected to the spine, was pulled into the air by the ghost rope, hanging like a lamb spine hanging in the first butcher shop in the market, while the rest of the torso was trampled into mincemeat by Link's ghost stomps.

"Ugh...you deserve to die!"

Jiang Shangbai was not far away, playing a game of extinguishing the supernatural electric current with his feet, like an incompetent husband, watching helplessly as Wu Yun's head was separated from his body, and could only roar angrily.

Link kills people, even using his ghost to trample them!

Link grabbed the ghost rope with his right hand, put it into the containment bag, and casually tossed Wu Yun's lamb spine into a pile of rotten vegetables.

"No rush, it's your turn now."

He raised his right hand, activating the supernatural ability to summon ghosts.

"Jiang Shangbai, come here, come here..."

The voice, soft and ethereal, entered Jiang Shangbai's ears and echoed in his mind, suddenly giving rise to an impulse to walk towards Link.

But he had read Link's file and understood that this was a supernatural attack by the "Summoning Ghost," and that anyone who got too close would be killed.

In that instant of distraction, a strange electric current struck Jiang Shangbai, causing him to lose control of his body.

"tread"

Jiang Shangbai took his first step toward where Link was, his eyes bloodshot, and two lines of bloody tears streaming down his face.

With two vengeful spirits supporting him, Jiang Shangbai did not die immediately, but he could no longer stop himself from dying.

He could only watch helplessly as the ghost's foot trampled his last chance at life, step by step.

A moment later, Jiang Shangbai, his face ashen, with two lines of bloody tears on his face, stood respectfully behind Link with a strange smile, like a doorman under the hotel manager.

Jiang Shangbai, the second Ghost Master in the WeChat Moments...

dead.

"Indeed, you are the first Ghost Master to die at the hands of the Ghost Summoning Demon."