Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

In the original novel of Mysterious Resurrection, the ability of a vengeful ghost to restart is often linked to the level of terror.

The more terrifying a ghost is, the more likely it is to possess the ability to restart itself.

For example, the ghost realm above the seventh level in Yangjian, the wishing ghost, and the starving ghost that ate the coffin nails later on...

Among the myriad vengeful spirits that embody the rules, there are always one or two exceptions who possess the ability to restart even in their "weak" state.

What a ghost!

The strongest vengeful ghost, as personally acknowledged by the original author, is currently just an immature form that cannot even return to its coffin and has not yet fully developed, yet it already possesses the power of ghost realm, suppression, and reboot.

As long as we can steal the ghost messenger's supernatural abilities, withstanding the ghost scissors' attack will not be a problem.

Even more coincidentally, Link now possesses the supernatural power of the ghost messenger—the ability of a young starving ghost to devour vengeful spirits.

This has potential!

Thinking of this, Link suddenly felt an urge to go to Huanggang Village immediately and begin devouring the ghost messengers.

He paced back and forth in the room, but finally suppressed the thought: "I can't rush it... Feng Quan is still lying in the ghost coffin, and Wang Xiaoming is also paying attention to this matter. Let's stay calm for now, and wait until I'm in better shape tomorrow to get the red ghost candle."

Link sat back down at the computer, his mind clear, and even his gaming skills improved considerably, much to the surprise of Yang Jian and Zhang Wei.

"Damn, Link, have you been secretly practicing your skills behind our backs?"

……

That night, when all was quiet.

Three furtive figures were wandering around the streets of Guanjiang Residential Area.

The girl in the group was holding a small megaphone, and an eerie voice came from it: "Russell, I think it's a bad idea to come looking for someone at night. Even a big shot like Jiang Shangbai died mysteriously. If we are mistaken for someone in your circle of friends, we'll probably be beaten up before we even have a chance to speak."

The middle-aged man in his thirties also strongly agreed: "Yes, we're here to join forces with Xingmen Group. If we anger President Lin and fail to complete President Ye's instructions, we won't fare well either."

Just last night, Ye Zhen, the administrator of the paranormal forum, learned that the core members of his WeChat Moments had been wiped out. He clapped his hands in delight and even decided on a whim to have his subordinates invite some well-known ghost tamers from across the country to the Ping An Building in Dajing City to stage a sword duel in Dajing City to determine the true number one swordsman in China.

Link, who is currently riding high, is at the top of the invitation list.

The man in the lead was in his early twenties, quite handsome, and full of youthful vigor. Hearing this, he smiled and waved his hand: "Hey, our paranormal forum is one of the top ghost-controlling forces in the country. Today, we've contacted the Star Gate Group, which is a huge concession. How can we not properly assess their strength?"

"If they don't have the ability to diminish the prestige of the Grand Beijing Sword Tournament hosted by President Ye, how will others view our paranormal forum in the future?"

Upon hearing this, the two seemed to ponder, and their resolve began to waver.

To put it bluntly, Russell was the one who led this operation; the other two only had the right to make suggestions. Even if it failed, they wouldn't be held responsible.

Russell politely invited, "Ms. Lin Luomei, could you please call Link out for me now? Also, please hand over Yang Jian and Yan Li, and have them wait for the good news from our paranormal forum."

"But my ghost feels this place is dangerous, and it's difficult for it to speak."

As soon as Lin Luomei finished speaking through the megaphone, a tall figure appeared under the streetlight ahead, approaching them with heavy steps.

Only when they got closer could the three of them see his appearance clearly.

His imposing 3.3-meter height, shrouded entirely in a black robe, revealed only a pair of blood-red eyes that locked onto the three men.

This is a new ability that Yan Li discovered: filling the empty eye sockets of ghost skin with ghost blood. Although he cannot see people, he is exceptionally sensitive to the supernatural and can use this ability to detect ghost riders who have infiltrated the Guanjiang residential area.

"No normal person could grow this tall. Is this the second ghost that Gui Xueyan has controlled? Perfect. Don't move yet. Let me test its strength. Once I subdue it, Link and the others should wake up."

Russell's eyes lit up with anticipation. Suddenly, numerous cracks appeared on his body, and it seemed as if countless insects were wriggling beneath his skin. In an instant, fine, dense lines of blood crawled out of the cracks and extended vigorously towards his skin.

Countless thin, blood-stained lines, like wriggling snakes, climbed upwards along Pi Dali's soles.

During this process, the thin thread is quietly tightening, trying to tightly bind the skin into a rice dumpling.

Russell's vision was very ambitious, but the terror level of Pi Dali was a devastating blow to a single ghost tamer.

His face flushed red, and he used all his willpower to make the ghost threads tighten desperately.

But Pi Dali's movements remained perfectly straight, as if what was hanging on him was not a thin thread from a vengeful ghost, but a layer of insignificant spider web.

"Are you kidding me? My ghostly threads can't even suppress it?"

Russell was shocked. Remembering the video circulating in the work group of Pi Dali beating Wang Yue, he quickly said, "Lin Luomei, Huang Fei, help restrain it, or it will attack us!"

Lin Luomei looked flustered, raised her small megaphone, and pointed it at Pi Dali.

"Stop!"

The sound was eerie and mournful, like the lament of a vengeful ghost. When it landed on Pi Dali, it actually slowed its pace.

However, this brief interval was not enough for Russell and Huang Fei to successfully contain him.

Huang Fei, who had rushed in front of Pi Dali, was hit on the head by Pi Dali's right arm. His eyes rolled back and he passed out without making a sound.

Russell and Lin Luomei were shrouded in a tall shadow, their faces blank and their minds empty.

Who am I? Where am I? Why am I facing such a monster?

……

"Mr. Lin, you're awake?"

At 6:30 a.m., Yan Li dialed Link's private cell phone.

Link had just gotten up and was relieved that the apprentice ghost hadn't caused any trouble last night, so he didn't have to change the sheets today.

Sensing the hesitation in Yan Li's tone, he asked, "Get up. Speak your mind, we're all brothers."

"Last night I caught three suspicious ghost tamers in the neighborhood. One of them didn't hold back and knocked them all unconscious. They're still not awake. What do you think we should do with them?"

Yan Li felt somewhat guilty. If he had held back, he could have extracted the information last night instead of dragging it out until now.

Link paused, learning from his mistake of killing the ghost riders on his WeChat Moments too quickly last time: "Don't kill them yet. Wait until they wake up and see what information we can get them to reveal."

In the spacious living room of the villa, Russell, Lin Luomei, and Huang Fei lay neatly on the floor.

If you ignore the fact that their skulls have collapsed somewhat, their sleeping faces are undoubtedly peaceful.

"Young people sleep so well. When I was old Zhang, the first thing I thought about when I opened my eyes was car loans, mortgages, and diapers. I couldn't sleep at all."

"If they were people from my WeChat Moments, they would be dressed in suits and ties, looking all respectable. They didn't even drive one of their cars. It doesn't seem like it."

The cacophony of voices reached his ears, and Russell, as the leader, was the first to wake up, his head still buzzing.

He watched as the middle-aged man called out to the man behind him, "President Lin, someone has woken up."

Russell finally regained some consciousness and quickly spoke:

"I...I'm from a paranormal forum. You can't kill me, or Boss Ye will be angry!"

"What nightclub or bathhouse are you talking about? What are you babbling about? Tell me, did you sneak into Guanjiang Residential Area to assassinate our CEO, Mr. Lin?"

"No, no, it's an invitation for President Lin to attend the Grand Beijing Sword Competition!"

Russell pulled a pure gold invitation from his pocket, handed it to Zhang Han, and it eventually ended up in Link's hands.

Opening the invitation, one finds an engraving of a landmark building of Dajing City, with only two large, flamboyant characters in the center:

"Let's fight!"