Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

Wang Xiaoming fell silent, his eyes gleaming.

For him, everything has value, including himself.

He was thinking, he was weighing things.

Link's asking price was too high. Was it really necessary to ask an unknown ghost rider to raise the price?

Seeing this, Link knew he needed to increase his stakes. Looking at Li Jun, whose imposing eyes were full of scrutiny, he said meaningfully, "The future headquarters' captain plan can't rely entirely on one Ghostfire Li Jun to hold things together on the surface, can it? If he can control the Ghost Messengers, he can restrain quite a few forces..."

Li Jun maintained a stern expression and said in a cold voice, "I don't know where you stole the secrets from, but the strength of headquarters is beyond your imagination."

Link chuckled, pointing to his head. "I'm not like some of those rat-men at headquarters, so low as to steal for a living. How about it? I have a list of team leaders here. Want to check and see who's more accurate?"

Wang Xiaoming stopped weighing his options and reached out again to stop Li Jun.

His eyes lit up: "Deal, but the supplies are scarce and won't arrive all at once, and you need to give me the methods you know to manage them."

Seeing that Link was trying to shirk responsibility, Wang Xiaoming calmly said, "There's no need to hide it. You must have 'seen' it. I need to save time to deal with other paranormal events, and you also need to accumulate strength as soon as possible to fight against your circle of friends."

"Can."

Link hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Wang Xiaoming was very clever; he grasped Link's most pressing need—to destroy his circle of friends.

Link is not a lone wolf; the complexity and diversity of paranormal events mean that he cannot solve them by himself alone.

As Link's followers grow, their friends and family need a stable living environment. Only by creating a sufficiently strong deterrent can those who are secretly watching him be terrified.

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Lin Ke led Wang Xiaoming to the SUV. Li Jun wanted to follow, but Zhang Han stopped him.

Link's voice was deep and resonant, like a ghostly whisper in the night, possessing a strange allure: "The Ghost Messenger cannot be fully controlled because it has no physical form, but its power can be stolen, turning a person into an incomplete Ghost Messenger... First, strip away all the Ghost Slaves from the Ghost Coffin, then have the person you want lie inside. As it continuously restarts, the Ghost Messenger will appear on their body. If you retain their consciousness, you can master this power..."

Wang Xiaoming's breathing became heavy, and his eyes grew brighter, as if he had opened the door to a new world.

Using the rules of vengeful spirits to achieve one's goals is a wildly imaginative idea, yet quite feasible.

Zhang Han was completely confused, but Yang Jian, who had experienced many forced restarts, had a much deeper understanding.

Those who confront the ghost messengers will surely die, but they can be revived by the ghost messengers' intervention, and even reverse the celestial order, gaining control over the ghost messengers' supernatural abilities...

"This is a path of living towards death, seemingly the inevitable path for all demon tamers who wish to live longer?"

Yang Jian thought of the Ghost Mirror's resurrection and the death curse of his own vengeful ghost. A vague and crazy idea formed in his mind.

Wang Xiaoming could no longer contain himself and wanted to start studying the ghost coffin immediately. He turned around and walked towards the convoy, saying to Li Jun, "Captain Li, please help us move the ghost coffin into our vehicle."

"Okay, Professor Wang."

Link coughed lightly and smiled, "There's another deal, it's about Feng Quan, the first person in charge of Dachang City. He's still alive and even knows many secrets about the Ghost Coffin, but... you know, there's no such thing as a free lunch."

"Captain Zhao, Feng Quan must be brought back. Could you please go and talk to him? I need to organize my thoughts."

Wang Xiaoming left in a hurry without looking back, leaving Zhao Jianguo with a bitter smile on his face, his expression as if telling Lin Ke to go easy on him.

Having achieved most of his objectives, Link turned to Yang Jian and said, "Yang Jian, consider Feng Quan your reward for this paranormal event. As for how much it's worth, that depends on your abilities."

Yang Jian walked up to Zhao Jianguo and held out one hand: "I want the Ghost Candle."

They're all wielding red ghost candles; these people must be controlling candle ghosts...

Zhao Jianguo was truly at his wit's end, shaking his head so hard it was like a rattle drum.

"Yang Jian, the red ghost candles are really gone. If all else fails, you can use money, or you can use the substitute dolls that will soon be available for exchange."

Yang Jian had already amassed hundreds of millions of yuan; for him, money was just a number.

He scoffed, "Headquarters only gives the most worthless money to appease their poor, incompetent managers. Do you think a ghost would spare me in a paranormal event just because I have a lot of money? I need something that can actually save my life."

Link's voice echoed softly:

"I heard that headquarters has a kind of ghost money that can actually buy your life from a vengeful ghost. If you hand it to the ghost when it attacks you, it will stop attacking you."

Yang Jian instantly understood: "I want some ghost money and a substitute doll. Feng has two ghosts on his body, so it's worth it for you to exchange them."

"Okay, where is Feng Quan? I need to check on his condition."

Zhao Jianguo breathed a sigh of relief, finally managing to get through it.

Yang Jian opened the golden body bag containing Feng Quan, grabbed his hair, and lifted up a bloodless head.

His head and eyes were tightly closed, but he suddenly opened them. His numb gaze held a hint of anger as he quickly said, "In this state, I won't live much longer. I think you should reassemble my body before the transaction is over."

The bizarre scene startled Zhao Jianguo so much that he couldn't help but take a step back. After regaining his composure, he immediately agreed, "That's right. The journey back to Dajing City is long, and the safety of Person in Charge Feng Quan cannot be compromised."

More importantly, if Feng Quan dies on the plane, his vengeful spirit could resurrect and harm everyone on board.

"No problem, I'm known for my after-sales service."

The headless ghost rose from the ground and began piecing together Feng Quan's body, starting from his thighs, like stacking building blocks, until a complete body was formed.

With a smug smile on his face, Yang Jian generously said, "I'm kind-hearted. I just used my supernatural powers to cure your herniated disc, so I won't charge you for the surgery."

Feng Quan stretched his body, his cold gaze sweeping over Yang Jian and the other two. The anger stemming from the humiliation of being treated as a commodity was even greater than the anger over the failed plan to use the ghost coffin to transform into a vengeful ghost.

His voice was hoarse and low: "Yang Jian, Lin Ke, Zhang Han, I, Feng Quan, will never forget the great kindness you have shown me in saving me from Huanggang Village. I don't want to die in an accident someday and have nowhere to repay your kindness."

Feng Quan is not some kind of righteous messenger or nice guy. None of the ghost controllers who have survived from the early days of the supernatural resurgence to the present are good people.

Yang Jian snorted lightly, his aura undiminished: "Don't worry, we'll definitely outlive you."

Feng Quan stared intently at the headless ghostly figure at Yang Jian's feet, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

"I hope so."

The transaction between the two parties has been completed, and a group of staff are cleaning up the site and packing up the ghost coffin.

Zhao Jianguo approached Yang Jian and reminded him to go to Dajing City as soon as possible for pre-job training so that he could take over Dachang City completely.

Yang Jian readily agreed, but whether he would actually go or not was entirely up to him.

"Captain Zhao, it's time for us to head back to Dajing."

"All the transaction resources will be handed over to you in the next few days. I have to go now, I still have work to do."

From afar came the calls of the staff. Zhao Jianguo glanced at Linke, then sighed regretfully, got into the car, and drove away.

If Link hadn't been dismissed from his position, perhaps headquarters wouldn't have had to suffer such a huge loss to obtain the coffin.

Unfortunately, no if...

Link and his two companions got into the off-road vehicle and, amidst the roar of the engine, drove towards the Guanjiang residential area.

……

On the private plane bound for Dajing City, Wang Xiaoming looked through the glass at Dachang City falling behind him, and his body gradually relaxed.

"After this incident, Link's rise to power could no longer be contained, and he is ultimately an unstable factor."

Li Jun, sitting in the back seat behind Wang Xiaoming, was still unwilling to accept the situation.

Wang Xiaoming, however, had a smile on his face: "No, quite the opposite, I see in Link the hope of ending the supernatural."

"Him?"

Li Jun looked disdainful. In his eyes, Linke was just a petty person who took advantage of the chaos and had no sense of the bigger picture.

The headquarters is already facing such difficulties, yet they still have the nerve to ask for an exorbitant amount.

"Didn't you notice his stomach? Even though it's covered by a coat, you can still see some bulging outlines. It's very similar to Zhou Zheng's condition. I think he has at least controlled three vengeful spirits. How long has it been? He has already walked a path that 99% of ghost tamers have never walked. Just thinking about it is... terrifying."

Wang Xiaoming looked somewhat regretful. Link was too vigilant, and he had no chance to study Link's physical condition.

He is confident that he can produce more research results if he can study them carefully.

As Li Jun recalled the details of their meeting, his scalp tingled, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

"The Three Ghosts Controller, isn't that Fang Shiming's level? Yes, his eyes are terrifying. I just slightly stirred the ghost fire, and I felt like he could see right through me, which is why I subconsciously got angry and subjectively disliked him. I even deliberately ignored why he could possess so much information, including me, including the captain's plan..."

But why is it that, despite also being a precognitive ghost-controlling individual, the spirit child Xiong Wenwen couldn't achieve this level?

Wang Xiaoming pushed up his glasses, his eyes shining with an eerie light, and slowly said, "Perhaps, his ghost is more aptly described as an omniscient vengeful ghost. If he so desires, he can know everything he wants to know."

Li Jun frowned and couldn't help but slam his fist on the armrest of the seat.

"Damn it, headquarters is actually kicking out such a talented person!"

"This was a decision-making error by headquarters, it has nothing to do with me."

Wang Xiaoming looked out the window, his expression neither sad nor happy.

Suddenly, I realized that dealing with vengeful ghosts seems much simpler than dealing with people.