Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

"The ghost messenger will return later and restart, so don't waste your energy locking it up. Just stop him from closing the coffin lid."

Link had already activated the supernatural power of the hungry ghost. Staring at the pitch-black coffin, he suddenly felt a surge of hunger and couldn't help but lick his lips longingly.

Under the shocked gazes of Yang Jian and Zhang Han, Link's mouth opened wider than his head, revealing layers of sharp teeth like the gears of a rock crusher, which he bit into the dense darkness inside the coffin.

A terrifying attraction emanated from his mouth, like a whale sucking in water, greedily devouring the undercurrents within the coffin.

The supernatural power within the coffin melted instantly upon entering his mouth, and Link could clearly sense that the apprentice ghost's supernatural strength was gradually increasing.

The recent frequent use of supernatural powers has caused a disturbance, which has begun to subside.

Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Footsteps came from outside the mourning hall. Yang Jian and Zhang Han stood beside Link, their bodies tense, carrying four body bags.

The ghost messengers have arrived!

As the rhythmic footsteps drew closer, the tungsten filament bulbs in the mourning hall began to flicker, emitting a faint hum of electricity.

Under the wary gazes of the two men, a man whose appearance was exactly the same as the deceased's portrait stepped stiffly through the door.

His face was pale, his exposed skin was bloodless, and his eyes were blank. Otherwise, he looked no different from a normal person. If a normal person saw him, they would only think that he was a living person.

Yang Jian and Zhang Han remained on guard and did not attack the ghost messengers.

The ghost messengers seemed to ignore the two of them and headed straight for the coffin that was filled with black mist.

It nimbly stepped into the coffin, only its upper body showing. Ignoring Link, who was buried in the coffin, it grabbed the coffin lid with both hands, as if it were sleeping in the cold and needed to cover itself with a blanket, and closed the coffin completely.

Zhang Han moved. He didn't directly touch the ghost messenger, but instead stretched out his hands to brace against the coffin lid.

Upon contact, the ghost within Zhang Han's body was instantly suppressed and silenced. The power enhancement from the rotten ghost flesh disappeared, and his body, eroded by the supernatural, was weaker than that of an ordinary person.

How can human beings possibly contend with ghosts?

Unable to resist, Zhang Han retreated in a panic, hurriedly saying, "I can't sense the ghost inside me anymore, Yang Jian, lend a hand."

Yang Jian, who had been waiting for this moment, made his move. A scarlet ghost eye emerged from his palm and pressed firmly against the moving coffin lid.

At the same time, the headless ghost rose from the ground and stood at the end of the coffin, pulling on the coffin lid.

A terrifying supernatural force is at play. Yang Jian's ghost eye is unable to close and seems to have fallen into a deep sleep, leaving only the ghostly shadow with the remaining strength to pull it open.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the coffin lid was ripped off to the ground by the headless ghostly figure.

Yang Jian looked in astonishment at the ghost messenger who had voluntarily let go, only to find that he had become a real corpse, slumping weakly into the coffin.

Zhang Han breathed a sigh of relief: "Phew, what a scare. Just like President Lin said, we have more ghosts on us than it does, so it can't do anything to us. Now we just wait for President Lin to finish."

The feeling of having your supernatural powers suppressed and being so weak that you're not even as good as an ordinary person is just too unbearable.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Familiar footsteps came from outside the Zero Hall, as if another vengeful ghost was approaching.

Yang Jian recalled the information Link had given him and figured out the key points.

He looked solemnly at the doorway and shook his head, saying, "No, it didn't stop its journey back to the coffin. It simply chose to restart because it lost the battle of numbers against the vengeful spirits."

Ghosts can use their supernatural abilities without any restraint, restarting at the drop of a hat. They are arrogant and overpowered, which is really too shameless.

Thoughts raced through Yang Jian's mind as he muttered to himself, "If the number of ghosts a ghost can suppress is greater than the number of ghost tamers, it will kill them directly; if it's less, it will restart immediately. What if it's equal?"

He seemed to have discovered the possibility of temporarily turning the ghost messengers into wooden figures.

"The ghost messenger killed two single ghost tamers, so the current suppression count is 3. Old Zhang, when the ghost messenger comes in, I'll make the first move and take two of its suppression slots. Then you can use the ghost tattoo to attack it."

I want to see if it restarts once the maximum number of suppressions is reached.

Zhang Han nodded in agreement: "No problem."

Not long after, a figure appeared at the door. Unlike the previous person, this time it was the old farmer who was working in the fields at the village entrance.

At this moment, his eyes were lifeless, and his dark, wrinkled face showed a hint of death, making him look like a walking corpse.

"Holy crap, is that old man a ghost?"

When Zhang Han saw the person's face clearly, his breath hitched.

Previously, he had observed that the old man's behavior and speech were no different from that of a normal person when he was doing farm work, and he thought that the old man was a shrewd survivor.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be an old ghost.

The thought of chatting with a ghost sent chills down Zhang Han's spine.

This village is too eerie and bizarre!

Yang Jian's expression remained unchanged as he explained, "The vengeful spirits can freely transfer among the ghost slaves, and each one can be the true form of a vengeful spirit."

Follow me!

Just as the ghost messenger in the form of an old farmer was about to arrive at the ghost coffin, Yang Jian controlled the headless ghost shadow to stand up from the ground and extend a pair of dark, ink-black palms.

Upon contact, not only was the headless ghost completely suppressed, but the five ghost eyes it carried also fell into a deep sleep.

A calloused hand reached out and roughly lifted the headless ghost, trying to snatch it away and turn it into a piece of its puzzle.

Zhang Han moved, and a blood-stained tattooed demon emerged from his back, grabbing the ghost messenger's shoulder.

"Snap"

The tattooed demon was also suppressed, its upper body limply lying on the head of the ghost messenger.

The scene froze. The ghost messenger's entire body was filled with supernatural power, suppressing the three fierce ghosts, and he stood motionless in place.

He was made to stand as punishment...

Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief. After the ghost eye and the headless ghost shadow were suppressed, he regained the long-lost feeling of being alive.

"Haha, it really didn't restart. Now we can just stand and rest."

Link, engrossed in his buffet meal, paid no attention to the commotion around him, completely absorbed in his devouring.

It's just a pity that the ghost baby's resurrection level was too low and its devouring power was not strong. Despite having "delicacies" in front of it, it ended up with a small appetite.

Zhang Han's body began to tremble abnormally, and large beads of sweat slid down his chin and dripped into a small puddle on the ground.

"Without the suppression of the demon tattoo, the rotting demon flesh has begun to expand wildly. I can only hold on for another half hour at most."

Yang Jian checked the time; the ghost messenger had been making Zhang Han stand for nearly three hours, and Zhang Han was indeed exhausted.

He suggested, "Then attack him with your rotting ghost flesh to make him restart automatically. You can use two ghosts, and I'll use one."

"Can."

Zhang Han nodded in agreement, agreeing that this would indeed relieve the pressure and extend the time as much as possible.

"No need."

Link raised his head from the ghost coffin, looked at the faint black mist inside, patted his belly which was swollen like a pregnant woman's, and said with a relaxed expression:

"That's enough for today. I'll take advantage of it after I've digested it."

Looking at Link's appearance, Yang Jian suddenly thought of Zhou Zheng, who died in childbirth, and asked suspiciously, "You're not going to give birth to a ghost child too, are you?"

Link's face darkened, but he still explained, "I just ate too much, it'll go down in a few days."

Perhaps it's because what he devoured wasn't a real vengeful ghost, but rather the supernatural power that nurtured ghost messengers, making it easier to digest and absorb.

Even in just a few days, Link's belly had already shrunk a bit just from talking.

"Mr. Lin, then I'll attack it."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work today. I'll give you a bonus when we get back."

"I don't care about the bonus, I, Lao Zhang, just want to work for Boss Lin."

Zhang Han smirked and extended a bluish-purple, blackened hand, pressing it against the ghost messenger.

Yang Jian's lips twitched upon hearing this. How come he never saw Zhang Han's potential as a lackey before?

If the number of suppressions was exceeded, the ghost messenger immediately restarted, and the old man on the spot turned into a corpse and lay down helplessly, with several conspicuous red bills falling from his arms.

Zhang Han picked up the bills from the ground, licked them without a second thought, and started counting them one by one.

"It's worth a thousand or so yuan. It would be a waste not to pick it up. I'll use it to build him a cenotaph, which will at least fulfill the sentiment behind that cigarette."

"Tap, tap, tap..."

An unfamiliar old woman stepped through the doorway, her gaze as cold and numb as ever. With stiff steps, she ignored Link and his companions and headed straight for the ghost coffin.

This time, no one stopped her, and the old woman lay down smoothly in the coffin. Only two hands reached out from the darkness, gripped the coffin lid, and slowly pulled it toward her head.

"Puka"

With a muffled thud, the coffin lid was successfully closed, and everything was perfectly sealed.

Link sat down on the threshold and invited the two of them to sit down and rest.

"Don't worry, this ghost hasn't fully developed yet and won't come out on its own. Once it's completely asleep, we'll pack it up and take it away."

Ye Feng and the others were acting under Wang Xiaoming's orders, and there were also unusual people spying on them outside Huanggang Village. Considering all this, Wang Xiaoming is probably waiting for them outside the Ghost Realm.

Only by conserving our energy can we effectively negotiate a deal.