Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

Those who control demons sleep very little.

Fang Shiming not only didn't sleep all night, but he was also handling some company affairs.

For example, they arranged for the managers of cities surrounding Dachang City to form a temporary team to collect all of Lin Ke's vengeful spirits after his death, and then swiftly destroy the entire Xingmen Group, thus re-establishing their absolute authority in the entire paranormal community.

Fang Shiming's target was always Link's vengeful ghost; he didn't care much about other ghosts.

But this is ultimately a lucrative opportunity that can create many Ghost Masters, so it is necessary to balance the various forces within the company.

He didn't find it troublesome; on the contrary, he became engrossed in it.

This power to control everything, this sense of manipulation that guides the development of the supernatural era, is something that ordinary wealthy people can never enjoy in their entire lives.

Therefore, to him, a vengeful ghost was a good thing.

At six o'clock in the morning, a beautiful assistant in high heels brought Fang Shiming a steaming bowl of Western-style pastries. She then stood obediently to the side, waiting for Fang Shiming to finish his meal.

After breakfast, Fang Shiming drank a cup of coffee and slowly wiped his lips.

While tidying up the desk, the assistant asked softly, "Mr. Fang, Mr. Fei is asking about today's morning meeting time."

Fang Shiming said without looking up, "I will take out Link at seven o'clock sharp. The morning meeting will start at 7:10. Other matters have been sent to you via email. Just follow the instructions."

"receive."

The assistant left, leaving behind a lingering scent of Chanel.

Fang Shiming first took out a color full-body photo of Link from the top drawer of his desk. In the photo, Link was wearing a suit and seemed to be attending a formal event, with a smile on his face.

Then, he took out a golden box from the bottom drawer. It was about the same size as a typical mobile phone box on the market and had been welded shut in all directions.

This is precisely the golden box, a tool commonly used by ghost tamers to seal off supernatural phenomena.

If someone in the paranormal community were there, they would immediately understand that something comparable to a vengeful ghost is sealed inside.

Placing the box beside him, Fang Shiming closed his eyes slightly, maintained this posture, and waited quietly.

Soon, it was 6:55.

Fang Shiming opened his eyes, sat up straight, and used a knife to cut a small slit in the gold box. With a solemn expression, he opened the box, revealing the contents inside.

This is an old pair of scissors, full of the style of the last century. The blade is not snow-white, but is covered with layers of black stains. For ease of use, the handle is wrapped with coils of black thread.

A closer look reveals that what appears to be a black line on the handle is actually a chaotic and tangled mass of strands of black hair, with patches of bloody human skin remaining at the ends.

The moment the scissors appeared, a chilling aura filled the entire office, and a strange, putrid smell filled the air.

"I didn't want to use this to kill you, but you just won't obediently accept your death, so I can only give you the most undignified way to die."

Fang Shiming squinted and muttered to himself.

The Ghost Scissors, an extremely powerful supernatural weapon.

All you need is a full-body photo and the person's real name. With a "snip," the person in the photo will be attacked by a supernatural force, even if they are thousands of miles away, and will have grotesque wounds on their body just like those in the photo.

Correspondingly, the cost of using the ghost scissors is also terrifying.

Each time a cut is made, an unknown vengeful spirit will appear around, randomly tainting the user with a terrible curse.

If used only once in a short period of time, the user may not die.

But from the second cut onwards, every cut was a life-or-death struggle against the vengeful ghost.

Even Fang Shiming, a master of the Three Ghosts, only dared to use it twice in a row.

After Fang Shiming fought Ye Zhen, his injuries did not heal. To this day, he has only temporarily recovered to the point where he can use the Ghost Scissors.

Even he himself wasn't sure he could survive using the Ghost Scissors.

This shows how much he values ​​Link.

Time passed second by second, and finally it was 6:59.

Fang Shiming took off his gloves, revealing a pair of mummified hands that were now just a thin layer of skin clinging to the bones.

He held the ghost scissors in his right hand and picked up Link's full-body color photo in his left, confirming that Link's name was written on the back, before placing the photo under the blade.

With two seconds to go before seven o'clock, aim at Link's neck in the photo, apply gentle pressure, and cut it off.

"Click"

A layer of blood welled up in the photo, and as the blades of the scissors closed, the color photo turned black and white, like a portrait on a tombstone.

The office felt even colder, with gusts of cold wind blowing and the pungent stench of corpses wafting into Fang Shiming's nose.

Looking up slightly, one can see that the surroundings have become dark, and several eerie figures emerge from the darkness, approaching one.

"One time wasn't enough to be safe, let's do it again. Thank Ye Zhen, he's the one who gave you twelve more days to live."

A cold smile appeared on Fang Shiming's lips, his eyes turned crazed, and he completely ignored the vengeful ghost that was about to touch him. He picked up a new photo, pointed it at Link's eyes, and cut it out fiercely.

"For Noah's Ark sailing toward a new world, I alone am enough to steer it."

……

Guanjiang Residential Area, Dachang City.

At the dining table in the villa, Linke and Qi Wanhe sat side by side, eating breakfast and planning the company's construction after the famous company relocated to Dachang City.

The atmosphere was warm and harmonious.

Suddenly, the electricity in the room became unstable, and the light from the crystal chandelier above the two people became dim and flickering, giving them an ominous sense of dread.

Qi Wanhe moved slightly closer to Link, frowning, and said, "This feeling... is it a supernatural influence? Is someone trying to invade this place using a ghostly domain?"

Link shook his head slightly. He knew that the attack of the Ghost Scissors had begun. The surrounding air became eerie, and his skin felt a sharp, stinging sensation.

"laugh……"

With a soft sound, in Qi Wanhe's horrified and helpless gaze, a horrific incision suddenly appeared on Link's neck, cutting through the flesh and tearing apart the cervical vertebrae without any resistance from left to right, until his head was flushed away from his neck by blood.

The time was exactly seven o'clock in the morning.

"Thump"

Link's head rolled on the ground, and a large amount of blood gushed from the neck of the headless corpse, soaking Qi Wanhe.

A delicious breakfast is stained with blood, becoming bloody and gruesome.

An ordinary morning turned into an unforgettable farewell in the blink of an eye.

"Link!!!"

Qi Wanhe felt as if a huge hole had appeared in her heart, the pain was so intense that she couldn't breathe, and her whole body was trembling.

Before she could grieve, she frantically picked up Link's head from the ground, trying to press it back onto his shoulder.

"Find Yang Jian. Yes, Link said Yang Jian's headless ghost can piece together corpses, he definitely... he definitely can be saved!"

Qi Wanhe murmured to herself, just as she was about to put Link's head back on his neck, when another heart-stopping snapping sound rang out.

This time, the wound appeared on Link's head.

A horizontal cut running from above the cheekbone split the skull in two, and even the deep black pupils were neatly divided in two.

Cerebrospinal fluid, mixed with red and white substances, flowed from the gap between the two halves of her head, plunging Qi Wanhe into even deeper despair.

An unknown attack, a mangled body...

How can a life that has already withered be brought back?

On the wall, the clock showed only ten seconds had passed, and everything was exactly as Link had foreseen in his vision of death.

Qi Wanhe did her best to reattach Link's head, futilely trying to align every wound. She took out her phone, tapped the screen with her blood-stained, slippery fingers, and called Yang Jian.

"beep--"

"What's up?"

Qi Wanhe broke down in tears, sobbing uncontrollably: "Yang Jian, come quick! Lin Ke... something's happened to him..."

Before he could finish speaking, a red light flashed in the room, and Yang Jian, dressed in his pajamas, appeared in front of the dining table. His pupils contracted sharply when he saw Lin Ke's gruesome corpse.

Without any supernatural fluctuations or leaving any trace, Link was simply taken down without a sound?

"Are you kidding me?"

Subconsciously, the headless ghostly figure under Yang Jian's feet stood up, preparing to use his ability to piece Link's corpse back together.

Although he also believed that Link had no hope of survival.

However, the moment the headless ghost made contact with Link, black mist surged from Link's body, not only forcing the headless ghost back but also causing incredible changes in the surroundings.

Blood and brain fluid were flowing backwards, from Qi Wanhe's body, the dining table, the floor... converging on Link's body.

The bones were reattached, the wounds were healed, and the eyes regained their sparkle; everything seemed to have returned to the state before the attack.

A thought flashed through Yang Jian's mind—reboot!

He hadn't expected that Link would so quietly acquire the power to restart.

I suddenly feel a little envious and jealous...

Link stretched his neck, stroked his intact head, and exhaled a breath of cold air:

"Hiss... I almost died. Fang Shiming is really ruthless."

Qi Wanhe threw herself onto Link, fearing it was just an illusion created by the ghost realm, and sobbed:

"Oh! You're alright, you scared me to death!"