Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

The outskirts of a construction site in Dachang City.

Link drove the van, paused there for half a minute, and then started it again, leaving only a half-burnt cigarette behind.

No one would have imagined that a golden coffin, welded shut, would silently appear beneath the ground where he had stopped.

A gust of cold wind swept by, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Yang Jian sat in the passenger seat, his eyes fixed on the four characters "Guanjiang Community" that were faintly visible in the rearview mirror. He couldn't understand why such a valuable thing had to be buried here.

Since the incident with the knocking ghost, Link has become a stranger to Yang Jian, but everything he does is surprisingly efficient.

This is perhaps the power of astrology and the supernatural.

He complained, "That's why I've never liked dealing with smart people; it makes me feel like a curly-haired baboon."

Link recalled the information about this body; it seemed that, like Yang Jian, it was also a poor student.

He could only grin and say, "Don't blame me for being a riddle-maker. Some things you have to discover for yourself. Anyway, if you have nowhere to go, this is the place to be."

Yang Jian remained silent, silently memorizing this place in his heart.

Midway through, Qi Wanhe sent Link's family relationships in this world, but Link didn't open it.

Time is tight and tasks are heavy.

The issue of the "ghost recruiter" in Xingfu Community can be addressed later.

The most important thing now is to go to Furen Shopping Mall, retrieve the headless ghost, and also win over Ghost Blood Yan Li.

After all, it's not easy to find a ghost tamer like Yan Li with obvious weaknesses, so he can be used as a henchman.

Furen Shopping Mall is located in a prime location in Dachang City, and should be a bustling place.

Unfortunately, the place is haunted by headless ghosts, and there have been many disappearances. It is currently closed for renovations.

From the outside, it not only looks desolate, but also terrifying and gloomy.

"Once inside, split up to search for clues, and contact us by satellite phone if anything happens."

Link left a message and stepped directly into the mall.

Yang Jian was a little stunned. He really wanted to say, "Is it really okay to split up like in a horror movie?" But he was worried about making a bad comment, so he could only keep a straight face and enter the mall.

He possesses a ghostly aura, making him unmatched in escaping danger; he is born invincible.

Inside the shopping mall.

Even though it was daytime, the space inside was still dark, shrouded in large shadows.

There were no lights, no harshness, and no human presence; only the stench of rotting corpses permeated the air.

Link passed by the shops silently, like a wandering ghost.

He naturally knew what splitting up in supernatural stories meant, but people always have to grow up.

Whether it's Yang Jian or Link himself.

In unfamiliar and dangerous environments, maintaining a stable mindset and quickly discerning the vengeful spirit's killing patterns are crucial.

However, after wandering around the mall for nearly two hours, they couldn't even fish out a ghost slave.

"Bang!"

As I passed a clothing store, I heard a dull thud coming from inside.

It didn't look like some random object falling naturally; it looked more like a hard object covered with a thin layer of skin and flesh hitting the ground.

Link knew that it was the resounding head of an innocent person who had died from the headless ghost.

The prolonged stay allowed the supernatural powers within these ghost slaves to begin to revive, enabling them to seek fresh bodies for the source ghost.

"tread"

A faint sound of footsteps came from behind. Link turned around and saw what appeared to be a humanoid figure in the shadows.

Faced with Link's scrutiny, the figure remained extremely calm, motionless, and without making a sound.

Link seemed oblivious to anything amiss and turned to continue toward his original destination.

"Pat-pat"

The sound didn't come from behind me, but from the shop next door.

A bloated figure lay on the glass, its gray-white eyes, filled with murky corpse fluid, staring intently at Link, its arms outstretched as if to embrace him.

When Link faced this figure, she fell silent again.

"The deceased was around twenty years old. Judging from her appearance, she was a beautiful woman. Unfortunately, her head was replaced on the neck of a middle-aged office worker. In addition, it had been left there for too long, resulting in a gigantic appearance, which is quite frightening."

Link fiddled with the body camera on his chest, adding narration to the footage.

He admitted that he was indeed frightened, not by the supernatural, but by the ugly appearance of the corpse.

"The deceased had residual supernatural power on him, suggesting he was a ghost servant. Based on current tests, this ghost's killing pattern likely included the rule that one should never turn their back on another..."

At this point, Link suddenly turned around, and a deathly gray face abruptly filled the entire field of view of the camera.

The figure that had been in the darkness behind Link had somehow crept up behind him without him noticing!

"Aren't you right? Ghost~~"

The dead cannot speak, and ghosts certainly cannot.

Link was met only by a pair of determined hands, their target not his neck, but his right arm, which was possessed by the Apprentice Demon.

"Oh, it seems I'm really unlucky. I ran right into the Source Demon. Even if I don't turn my back to it, I'll still get attacked."

"Snap"

As he spoke, Link snapped his fingers, and the corpse in front of him suddenly slipped, briefly and comically performing a series of moves to tame its limbs before sliding to the ground.

He couldn't even get up after struggling a few times.

Link's eyes lit up; this was quite a gain.

This is a falling technique from a magician, generally used to disrupt the enemy's movements.

It has little effect on wise people, but it can have an extraordinary effect on evil spirits who only follow rules and are not very smart.

"I noticed there were no 'Caution: Slippery Floor' signs in the mall, so it's understandable that this ghost slipped and fell."

As they spoke, the entire mall suddenly came alive, with a jumble of footsteps echoing up and down the stairs, converging on Link's location like a school of koi in a scenic pond drawn by breadcrumbs.

And Link was exactly that piece of breadcrumb.

It's not hard to imagine what would happen if they were caught.

"Forget it, this guy is not only a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong, but he also can't take a joke."

Seeing that things were not going well, Link ran downstairs while calling Yang Jian.

"The ghost on me isn't that scary. It's just that it's eyeing me. It's trying to grab me and see if there are any other ghost controllers in the mall. If not, we'll lock it up now."

Although the headless ghost has no intelligence, its instincts drive it to choose its targets based on the terror level of the vengeful spirit.

Yan Li's blood pressure control is too strong, and Yang Jian's ghost eyes have strong perception and also have a ghost domain, so neither of them are easy to deal with.

The apprentice ghost on Link wasn't particularly terrifying, nor did it possess any special supernatural aura, making it the headless ghost's first target.

"Tap tap tap..."

The footsteps of dozens of people gradually synchronized, echoing throughout the mall, growing closer and closer, giving people a sense of overwhelming pressure.

Link was forced to the edge of the railing, where pale or rotting hands reached out to him, yearning for his physical body.

Without using any supernatural powers, Link used one hand to brace himself against the railing and nimbly leaped into the air before plummeting dozens of meters to the ground.

Halfway down, he grabbed the railing of the next floor to regain his balance and continued down to the ground floor.

Her movements were as smooth as those of a stunt performer in a movie or TV show.

Then Link saw dozens of people scrambling up the railing and rushing over like hungry dogs.

"Holy crap, is this a zombie or a demon slave?"