Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

Ye Feng's custom-made suit was several sizes too big for him, covering his body completely. Combined with his unkempt appearance, he had the air of a decadent young village guard.

When he speaks, he always raises his chin slightly, looks down at people, and has an arrogant air about him.

This is somewhat similar to Russell before, except that Russell was beaten up and is now completely obedient, while Ye Feng has not yet been beaten up.

Upon hearing Link's question, Ye Feng's expression changed. Forgetting his airs in front of Link, he tentatively called out:

"Liang Shuangping? Where is he? Speak up!"

"..."

There was no response; instead, the air was thick with the stench of blood.

In paranormal events, if the fate of the person is unknown, they are most likely dead.

"A bunch of useless trash!"

Link couldn't help but curse out loud.

Including Liang Shuangping, who has now died, Ye Feng has lost three people. Even if the situation is optimistic, the dead were all single-ghost tamers, and the number of suppression slots that the ghost messengers currently have has reached "4".

What used to be an easy task to deal with has now become troublesome.

Link looked at Ye Feng and said coldly, "Tell me, were there any dual-ghost tamers among the dead ghost tamers?"

Ye Feng looked down on him again, displeased, and said, "Hmph, why should I tell you? I haven't avenged you for taking down the Xiaoqiang Club and cutting off my source of income. Don't expect me to cooperate with you. If you know what's good for you, leave and don't disturb my ghost-catching."

Link turned to Ouyang Tian: "Ouyang Tian, ​​you speak."

Ouyang Tian huddled in the corner, looking at Ye Feng who was all alone, and then at Link who was followed by Yang Jian and Zhang Han, and lowered his head from the bottom of his heart.

"They were all veterans of the Xiaoqiang Club. They came to Huanggang Village this time hoping to have a chance to control a second vengeful ghost, but unfortunately they died after only one day."

Thinking of this, Ouyang Tian couldn't help but feel a sense of shared sorrow:

"If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have preferred to die at home; at least I could have lived a few more days."

"Why waste words with him? Let's go, let's continue looking for ghosts."

Ye Feng, relying on his two powerful ghosts and with Ouyang Tian's assistance, was not afraid of Link and his two companions who only controlled one ghost, and did not take them seriously at all.

Link didn't want Ye Feng to leave.

The four ghost messengers with their suppression slots are already quite powerful; if they were to acquire three more vengeful ghosts...

He should start planning how to escape from here.

Cooperation is no longer possible; the best course of action is to kill him outright and stuff him into a golden body bag.

"Want to leave? You can't."

A ruthless glint flashed in Link's eyes. He snapped his fingers, and a bolt of electricity shot through the air, striking Ye Feng directly.

Strangely, the electric shock technique, which was usually invincible, was intercepted this time by a fluttering piece of clothing. The strange current traveled through Ye Feng's upper body, but it could not affect Ye Feng in the slightest.

"Damn it, are you really going to fight me to the death?"

Ye Feng's expression was very bad. After resisting this attack, the resurgence of the ghost within him intensified.

Link replied matter-of-factly, "An unstable factor like you should be eliminated immediately."

A thought flashed through his mind, and he came up with another method. In his dark pupils, the illusory pages of a book turned.

Crimson ghost blood gushed from his hands and sprayed onto Ye Feng's body.

With the ghost shroud taking the initiative, all the ghost blood was enveloped by the ghost shroud.

Realizing that Link couldn't hurt him, Ye Feng grinned, took off his strange suit, and revealed an ill-fitting dark shroud underneath.

The burial shroud was embroidered with the character "福" (fortune/blessing), and the eerie bloodstains on it were clearly visible. Now that it had absorbed ghost blood, it emitted a cold and ominous scarlet glow.

Ye Feng proudly introduced himself: "Hehe, they all call me Ghost-Clad Ye Feng because my clothes can help me resist most supernatural attacks. Even real ghosts can't hurt me. A newcomer should act like a newcomer. Don't try to take advantage of the seniors. This is not a place for you. Get lost."

"Is that so? Don't think I don't know. Your shroud is just guarding its food. If I attack it a few more times, it will kill you before I do."

Link deliberately described the suppression of Ghost Blood as an attack in order to prevent Ye Feng from escaping, while also accelerating the output of [Record·Ghost Blood].

Ye Feng's expression changed, clearly his sore spot had been hit.

"Hmph, don't think I'm just a piece of trash with only one ghost!"

He reached out and unbuttoned his blood-stained shirt, revealing a chest covered in bite marks.

Some of these bite marks are fresh and still bleeding, while others have scabbed over, and older bite marks have become scars.

It wasn't that he had a strange masochistic tendency, but rather the two rows of sharp teeth growing on his chest.

Ghost teeth.

Until a certain limit was reached, countless streams of ghost blood gushed out from the ghost shroud, wrapping it tightly in reverse.

As the oppressive force formed, the hem of the ghost robe slowly drooped down, as if it were just an ordinary garment.

The ghost shroud fell silent. Ye Feng was the first to be injured. The ghost fangs began to go out of control, biting wildly at his chest and abdomen like a mad dog.

Dark red and foul-smelling blood gushed from his wounds, staining the ground a bloody mess.

Ye Feng manipulated the Ghost Clothes to try to rebalance the supernatural power of Ghost Fang, but due to the suppression of Ghost Blood, he could only move a corner of the clothes to cover Ghost Fang.

Sweat beaded on Link's forehead. The ghost shroud was at least an A-level in terms of terror, and the bootleg ghost blood pressure was barely made.

"shot."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian and Zhang Han pulled out their gold pistols from their waists and pulled the triggers repeatedly to empty the magazines.

The Ghost Shroud's defensive capabilities have their limits. When faced with both Ghost Blood and Ghost Fang, it was completely unable to withstand bullets.

In an instant, Ye Feng's head was torn apart by more than a dozen golden bullets, forming a honeycomb pattern. It hung limply from his neck, with red and white blood sliding out from the top of his skull and flowing all over the ground.

Without Link's prompting, Yang Jian and Zhang Han, who were quite experienced in collecting corpses from ghost tamers, began to divide the work and cooperate.

Two tattooed, blood-soaked ghostly claws extended from Zhang Han's back, grasped the ghostly fangs that were twitching restlessly on Ye Feng's corpse, and put them into a palm-sized golden box.

The headless ghostly figure beneath Yang Jian's feet stood up, controlling Ye Feng's corpse to automatically enter the golden body bag. Afterward, the ghostly figure retracted and tied a knot to prevent it from escaping.

Ouyang Tian huddled in the corner, watching this scene numbly and blankly, feeling a sense of unreality in his heart.

Ye Feng, the top fighter of the renowned Xiaoqiang Club, is dead.

This top expert, who was usually boasted about and talked about reviving the Xiaoqiang Club, finished the fight in no more than five minutes.

"This scene is so familiar, it's like I've experienced it myself before..."

"Hey, wake up. From now on, you're coming with us. Don't get any funny ideas, or I won't mind putting you in my pocket."

The still-smelling, scalding gun barrel poked Ouyang Tian's forehead. The intense threat of death brought him back to his senses, and he saw a boy with a red eye on his forehead standing in front of him.

Ouyang Tian recognized him; this person had been watching when Xiaoqiang Club went bankrupt.

He scrambled to his feet, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead: "Okay, okay... I'll go with you, please don't kill me, I still need to earn money to support my family."

Zhang Han was quite strong; he carried Ye Feng's body with one hand and walked at the front of the group, with Lin Ke and Ouyang Tian in the middle and Yang Jian at the back.

The group of four continued forward, following the smell of burning paper money towards the source.

As Link passed a house with its door wide open, a sudden crashing sound came from inside. He turned around and saw a figure in a suit approaching stiffly.

"It's Liang Shuangping. His ghost has come back to life. His killing pattern is that a pat on the shoulder means certain death. You need to be careful."

Ouyang Tian recognized the person who had come and quickly spoke up to remind him.

Zhang Han put down Ye Jun's body, grabbed a golden body bag, and pounced on him.

Just as he was about to come into contact with the vengeful ghost, an arc of electricity struck Liang Shuangping's corpse before he could, leaving him frozen in place.

Zhang Han moved swiftly, covering his head and face, tying his mouth and packing the bag in one smooth motion.

"Hehe, I didn't do anything and I already made a ghost. I'm so lucky today."

Looking at Zhang Han, who worked seamlessly with Link, Ouyang Tian felt a pang of envy.

If I had stuck with Link back then, I might have made some money too.

"No, they haven't made contact with Professor Wang. Zhang Han will soon be resurrected as a vengeful ghost. According to Professor Wang's promise, as long as I survive until the end of the incident, I can control the second ghost and become the second Ye Feng..."

I must survive!

Lin Ke seemed to be deep in thought. If Liang Shuangping were excluded, then the number of ghost messengers being suppressed would be "3", which was good news.

The bad news is that Feng Quan, that old bastard, is up to no good; he's secretly killing people in an attempt to scare them away.

"I'm determined to have the ghost coffin; how could I let you have it?"