Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

After passing through the gloomy, deserted mud-walled houses, the buildings on both sides of the alley gradually transformed into wooden lofts.

The ground was no longer paved with bluestone slabs, but a path of yellow sand, with dark green moss climbing up the walls of the buildings on both sides, exuding a damp and rotten smell, and even the air became incredibly sticky.

The only good news was that footprints stained with black and yellow paper ash appeared on the ground, indicating that they were not far from where the ghost coffin had been placed.

Unable to bear the atmosphere any longer, Ouyang Tian turned to Zhang Han, who was carrying two body bags, and asked, "Old Zhang, aren't you about to become a vengeful ghost? Why are you carrying so many? Can you handle it?"

"I have to hold on even if I can't, because I'm just an employee."

Zhang Han knew that Lin Ke had a bad impression of Ouyang Tian, ​​so he chose to keep the situation a secret.

Since they were all just drinking buddies anyway, he felt no guilt whatsoever.

Seeing his old friend in such a sorry state, Ouyang Tian felt much better and secretly comforted himself that his choice back then was the right one.

"Cough, cough..."

Just as he was about to say something more, a weak cough suddenly came from a dilapidated attic to the side, which frightened him so much that he almost abandoned the group and fled for his life.

Yang Jian and Zhang Han locked their gazes on the source of the sound, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Link didn't notice any supernatural fluctuations in the air, but he was worried that Feng Quan might resort to desperate measures and launch a surprise attack like he did with Ye Jun in the original story.

He frowned and suddenly said, "Feng Quan, if you dare to attack my men, I'll drag you out of your coffin and beat you to a pulp."

"Feng Quan? Isn't that Zhou Zheng's predecessor as the head of Dachang City?"

Yang Jian frowned, becoming even more vigilant.

He flipped through the headquarters' files and found that Feng Quan had been missing for at least six months and there was a very high probability that he had become a ghost.

After taking two steps, Ouyang Tian paused, unable to hold back his cough a few times. His voice was weak, almost identical to the inexplicable cough he had just made.

"Cough, cough..."

Ouyang Tian's face was black, and pieces of flesh on his face were rotting, dripping with disgusting slime onto the ground.

"Plop, plop..."

Irregular bulges began to appear on Ouyang Tian's body beneath his suit, as if something alive was trying to crawl out of them. His internal organs were collapsing, and he was in so much pain that his eyes rolled back.

This is a fatal attack aimed at Ouyang Tian.

The vengeful spirit within him is on the verge of resurrection. If he tries to suppress the spirit under the supernatural attack, he will die from it.

However, if left unchecked, the ghost within him will be stimulated and constantly resurrected to resist the attacks, which could lead to his death from the resurrection of the vengeful ghost.

"Old Zhang, help me out..."

He looked at Zhang Han with a terrified expression, hoping that Zhang Han would save him out of consideration for their past acquaintance.

Zhang Han sighed and shook his head helplessly.

"Ouyang, rest in peace. We will retrieve your ghost. Once we leave here, we will give your wife a settlement allowance."

As he spoke, he put down the two body bags on his shoulders, took out a new one, and covered Ouyang Tian with it.

"Zhang Han, you fucking bastard, you're just a devil who's after me, I'll curse your ancestors..."

Inside the golden body bag, Ouyang Tian let out his final curse, kicked his feet, and fell silent.

Zhang Han also quickly tightened the straps to prevent the evil spirit inside from escaping.

"Click..."

A crisp sound of joints turning came from inside. The vengeful ghost that had taken over the body began to try to use it, but due to the insulation of the golden material, it twitched a few times and then gradually fell silent.

Zhang Han now had another body bag on his shoulder, displaying a kind of hardworking and conscientious spirit reminiscent of Sha Wujing (Sandy).

His face was filled with sorrow; he never imagined that in less than half a month, only he and Yan Li, former members of the Xiaoqiang Club, would survive.

Link and Yang Jian wanted to help him share the cost, but he politely declined.

"They were people who had worked together in shady dealings before. By seeing them off on their final journey, I can say that I'm finally cutting ties with the past."

They passed two more wooden houses, and the three of them stopped in front of a mourning hall.

Outside the door, there was a pile of black ashes from burnt paper. Inside the hall, the furnishings were simple, with only a coffin and an altar for placing a memorial tablet.

If you look closely at the memorial tablet, you'll find that the man in the photo on it has a perfect face, so perfect that it feels somewhat incongruous, as if it were pieced together.

The mourning hall was very clean, so clean that there wasn't even a single piece of yellow paper, as if no one had ever been there.

The three strode in, their clear footprints standing out starkly among the others.

They surrounded the coffin, a murderous intent rising in their eyes simultaneously.

Just now, Link forbade Feng Quan from attacking his men. Feng Quan gave Link face, but not completely.

Killing Ouyang Tian in front of the three of them was an open threat to force them to leave.

"Thump, thump thump..."

Link removed the golden glove from his right hand and tapped the coffin with his withered, ghostly hand, muttering to himself, "Ghost Mist Feng Quan, time to get up. Not going to talk? Guess what, if you stay hidden in there, can the three of us dual-ghost tamers tear down this doghouse? And then conveniently take you down with us?"

Yang Jian remained silent, his ghostly eye on his forehead opened, and red light shone from all over his body. The headless ghostly figure stood up from under his feet and walked to a position close to the ghost coffin.

"Sizzle"

Zhang Han's clothes were torn on the back, and a hideous ghost with its upper body covered in blood pressed down on his shoulder, peeking out from behind his ear. The two, one human and one ghost, stared menacingly at the ghost coffin.

There was no movement inside the coffin, as if there really was a dead person lying inside.

Knowing that Feng Quan still harbored a glimmer of hope, Lin Ke didn't waste any words:

"I'll count to three, and if you don't come out by then, I'm going to attack you."

"three"

As soon as he finished speaking, Link raised his Ghost Hand without hesitation and began to wave it stiffly.

"Feng Quan, come here, come here..."

"Thump!"

A muffled thud came from inside the coffin, and the entire coffin trembled.

"Ahem, don't waste your supernatural power, I'm coming out now, sigh..."

A deep male voice came from the coffin, its tone filled with helplessness.

The coffin lid began to slide slowly, revealing a bizarre scene.

Looking from the outside in, the inside of the coffin was a dense, impenetrable darkness, as if it were gazing into an abyss.

In the deep darkness, two bloodless hands suddenly stretched out, one on the left and one on the right, pressing against the edge of the coffin. In the shadows, the two arms were raised, as if trying to forcibly support a non-existent person in the middle.

Inside the coffin, a dark aura flowed like liquid, and the upper body of a middle-aged man was finally revealed.

His face was ashen, and his eyes were tired and numb—a look shared by many long-lived demon tamers.

What surprised Yang Jian and Zhang Han the most was that this person was indeed wearing the uniform of a city official.

Ghostly shadows, ghostly eyes, ghostly tattoos, ghostly rotting flesh, ghostly hands...

At this moment, Feng Quan looked at the several terrifying "ghosts" around the coffin and suddenly felt that the inside of the coffin was the human world, and once he stepped out of the coffin, it was like arriving in hell.

Two lines of bloody tears silently streamed down her face.

He was attacked by the ghostly hand that summons people, and even his cough was filled with blood. If he continued to hide inside and did not come out, he would probably die inside.

There's no need to prepare a new coffin.

"Cough cough, you shouldn't have come to save me, only I can..."

Before Feng Quan could finish speaking, Lin Ke grabbed his collar and pulled him out.

"Damn it, a piece of trash, who cares to save you? Yang Jian, dismember his limbs. If he tries anything funny, just kill him. Anyway, his ghost has a ghost domain; we can take it and give it to Zhao Lei later."

Feng Quan did a somersault in mid-air and stood at attention on the ground.

He dared not move an inch...

Recalling the familiar actions of the group in collecting and packing corpses that he had "seen" through the ghost coffin, he finally realized that they were a group of bounty hunters who made a living by hunting ghost tamers!

The headless ghost silently appeared behind Feng Quan, pressed its palms against his head, and with a gentle lift, Feng Quan's head was instantly severed.

The incision on the neck was incredibly smooth, with not a trace of blood.

Feng Quan was still conscious and earnestly said, "There is still a ghost wandering around the village. If you put me under house arrest now, I will not have the strength to resist it later."

Yang Jian remained unmoved: "The ghost killed two ghost tamers, and you also killed two ghost tamers. You are just like the ghost, a scourge, and cannot be allowed to live."

As he spoke, the headless ghost figure disassembled Feng Quan's limbs and torso as if taking apart building blocks, and put them into a golden body bag.

Link glanced back unintentionally, finally feeling relieved, and laughed:

"Yang Jian's skills are quite good; he can even cosplay Shang Yang with this."

Feng Quan desperately cried for help from inside the bag.

"Hey buddy, give me some air, I'm suffocating."

Yang Jian replied coldly, "If you yell again, I'll take your balls off."

Feng Quan dared not utter another word.

Zhang Han, always eager for drama, asked, "Yang Jian, you only disarmed the eggs? What about the gun barrels?"

"Of course we'll uninstall them together, so we can feed the dog."

As soon as he finished speaking, the body bag containing Feng Quan began to tremble noticeably.