Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

Zhang Han drove his SUV out of Dachang City and along the winding mountain road for more than ten minutes before slowly stopping beside a quiet little mountain village.

The three large characters "Huanggang Village" are prominently displayed on a boundary marker.

The people who came this time were Link, Yang Jian, and Zhang Han. Yan Li and Zhao Lei were assigned to guard the base and send a message immediately if there was an attack. With the help of the travel portal, Link could lead the people back to provide reinforcements quickly.

The three got out of the vehicle and looked at the general terrain of the village.

The village houses are arranged in a stepped pattern, with three floors.

The outermost houses are painted brightly and have a strong tourist atmosphere; they are modern rural villas.

The middle level consists of earthen-walled houses with blue tiles, neither new nor old, and still showing signs of human habitation.

The last floor consists of houses made entirely of wood, nestled against the mountain and beside the water, reminiscent of the water towns of Jiangnan. Unfortunately, most of them are damaged and filled with a gloomy and eerie atmosphere.

Zhang Han sniffed, staring at the smoke rising between the houses, and said with a strange expression, "There's definitely something strange going on. Something's still burning inside, but there's not a trace of smell outside."

Yang Jian stared at a grave near the village entrance. Footprints, candle marks, and charred clothing remained in the vegetable garden, telling the story of the danger that had occurred.

Suddenly, his gaze turned to the mountains and forests behind him.

The ghost eye told him that someone was watching from the shadows.

"You all already know the killing patterns of the vengeful ghosts in the village. They pose little danger to us, but we should still be careful to avoid anyone interfering."

Before setting off, Link had already divined the feasibility of using the ghost spirit to devour the ghost messengers.

The result is feasible.

Therefore, he didn't hold back and provided the complete killing patterns of the ghost messengers, so that his teammates could be mentally prepared.

Yang Jian was shocked to hear this.

The knocking ghost light is a ghost domain, yet it can pose such a great threat. The ghost messenger's unsolvable suppression, infinite restarts, and the ghost domain itself are so powerful that they inspire despair.

This world should just be renamed Hell from now on.

"Let's go in once we're ready and get straight to the point."

Link also glanced discreetly at the mountains and forests behind him before stepping into the territory of Huanggang Village.

With one step, the world before my eyes remained unchanged.

But both Link and Yang could sense that there was a barrier between them and the vehicles not far away.

The three of them walked towards the village, keeping less than a meter apart to ensure no one was left out.

In the fields, an old farmer was working, his clothes soaked with sweat. He looked up at the three men, grinned, revealing a set of yellow teeth, and greeted them warmly, "Young men, are you here for tourism too? Would you like to stay at my house? One hundred yuan per person for a day and a night, very cheap. Several big bosses stayed there yesterday."

The three of them paused, realizing the crucial information the old man had mentioned.

Someone else moved into Huanggang Village before them, which is an unknown variable.

If it's an ordinary person, it's fine, but if it's a ghost tamer, the difficulty of this journey will increase dramatically.

It's not that they're afraid the ghost tamers will attack them, but rather that they're afraid the ghost tamers will be fattened up by the ghost messengers!

Zhang Han smiled, approached the old man, offered him a cigarette, and pulled out a wad of banknotes from his pocket, deliberately waving them in front of the old man's eyes, making the old man's eyes widen.

Seeing that the effect was about right, Zhang Han laughed and said, "Brother, tell me, what's so special about the people who stay at your house? Like, do they smell bad? Are they disabled? Or sickly?"

Without a second thought, the old man betrayed them, saying with exasperation, "Those bosses all look normal, but they're all like women. Their faces are as white as rabbits, and they're always spraying perfume on themselves. They have no masculinity at all."

A strange light flashed in Zhang Han's eyes. When he was in the Xiaoqiang Club, many ghost tamers had done similar things.

Wearing perfume isn't about enhancing your charm or showing off; it's about masking the stench of death.

Previously, he only had ghost tattoos on his body, which didn't have much of an impact. Now that the rotting flesh of the ghost has taken up residence in his body, he has started using perfume to cover up the stench of the corpse so that he can appear normally in front of his family.

"Hmm? Why do you smell like that too? Are you with those bosses?"

Zhang Han's pupils contracted sharply, but he remained calm and said, "Isn't it because the scenery in Dachang City is so beautiful that we were delayed at other attractions? Brother, where do you live? Point me out the way. Keep the money, we'll go directly to find my friend."

As soon as the red bills entered his pocket, the old man beamed with joy, his face crinkling into a deep wrinkle. He pointed to a house behind him and said, "Look, those three houses all belong to my family. There's one vacant now. You'll see when you get the key."

"Thanks, brother, I'll go right away."

Zhang Han returned to the group, his face grim, and said, "The group of Ghost Tamers who came in before us all used the same brand of perfume to mask the stench of corpses as me. They might have some acquaintances from the Xiaoqiang Club."

Link's expression remained unchanged: "Let's go take a look. With a vengeful ghost watching, they probably won't dare to make any rash moves."

Zhang Han shook his head and said, "President Lin, your surprise attack earlier wiped out the Xiaoqiang Club without any effort, but there was a troublesome figure who happened to be absent, and you missed him. This person is named Ye Feng. I heard before that he had already controlled two fierce ghosts. The ghost tamer who was able to gather the remaining forces of the Xiaoqiang Club this time is very likely him."

Link remembered the character Ye Feng, who wielded the Ghost Fang, which had an amazing bite force and could even tear apart the Ghost Realm, and the Ghost Robe, which had extremely high defensive power throughout the entire book.

They have some strength, but not much.

They were no match for the three dual-ghost tamers.

Thinking of this, Link quickened his pace and said, "A bunch of rabble, nothing to worry about. Let's subdue them first, lest they fatten up the ghost messengers."

Once the ghost messengers capture a vengeful spirit, the level of terror will increase exponentially.

If the number of ghosts suppressed by the ghost messengers reaches "6", even Link will have to retreat immediately and go back to summon all the team members.

Walking on the bluestone path marked by the passage of time, the group felt no trace of the summer heat.

The few empty wooden houses I passed by, with their old and cracked doors, seemed like black holes radiating endless chill, making my hair stand on end.

Yang Jian frowned and said, "Something's not right. Ever since we entered the village, someone has been spying on us, but the Ghost Eye can't detect it."

"Never mind that for now, let's find the other Ghost Masters. Even if they die, they can only die by our hand."

After turning two corners, a man with a cold face bumped into Zhang Han, who was in charge.

After Zhang Han controlled the rotten flesh of the ghost, his physical strength increased significantly, and he remained completely unmoved even when hit.

On the contrary, the person opposite was knocked to the ground, his flashy white suit covered in moss.

"Who the hell doesn't watch where they're going...?"

"Ouyang Tian? What are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be back making arrangements for your funeral?"

Zhang Han recognized the man and exclaimed in surprise.

When Ouyang Tian saw that it was Zhang Han, there was no joy on his face at the reunion with an old friend. Instead, his expression darkened further, and he angrily cursed, "Zhang Han? What are you doing here, you traitor? Now that you know President Ye Feng has taken over Wang Xiaoqiang's mess and found a way to control the second ghost, you're coming here to lick his boots?"

"Don't try to steal our food. Just stick to that high school student's leg. At least when you die, he'll burn more paper money for you."

Zhang Han was about to ask more questions when Link preemptively struck, a hand clad in a golden glove gripping Ouyang Tian's neck. He coldly demanded, "Tell me, how many of you came in? How many died?"

Just as Ouyang Tian was about to lash out, he met a pair of eerie black eyes and recalled the fear of being dominated outside the Xiaoqiang Club building.

He swallowed hard and stammered, "Oh, it's Mr. Lin... Mr. Lin! It's been a few days, but you still look as dashing as ever..."

"Stop talking nonsense and give me an answer."

Feeling the immense pressure from the hand on his neck, Ouyang Tian quickly said, "Five of us came in. One died last night, and another died this morning. Ye Feng is currently leading a search party for the vengeful ghost. I need to pee, so I'd like to find a place to relieve myself first."

"Ouyang Tian, ​​you really are spineless. You sold out the new boss in the blink of an eye."

At the end of the alley, a young man in a suit walked over and stared at Link:

"So it turns out to be the former interim head of Dachang City who was kicked out of headquarters. What a coincidence, the ghost of Huanggang Village, I, Ye, have booked the whole place."

Link looked behind Ye Feng and suddenly asked:

"Where's the other ghost tamer? Is he alone?"