Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

In the western part of Dachang City, a lavishly designed luxury car stopped in front of a sign that read "Sweet Water Well".

The alleyway behind the sign was too narrow; it could only be walked through.

As they approached this nightmarish place, Li Qingyi trembled slightly, but she still mustered the courage to get out of the car and lead the way.

"You're just an ordinary person, so take the middle route."

Link pressed down on Li Qingyi's shoulder, pausing her movements.

Zhang Hanmo walked silently to the front of the group, his sharp eyes scanning everything around him. A fleshy bulge appeared on his back, and the Ghost Tattoo was waiting for its chance to strike.

"Oh, okay, okay!"

The two men's professionalism made Li Qingyi feel at ease, and her fears were greatly reduced.

Lin Ke followed behind Li Qingyi and took off the golden glove on his right hand.

The western part of the city is considered the old town area, surrounded by low-rise buildings with gray sand brick exteriors. There are many abandoned houses with open, dark windows.

After decades of wind and rain, the walls are covered with patches of black and white mold, which, under the distant neon lights, resemble distorted human faces, making them look particularly eerie.

Lin Ke thought about how Li Qingyi used to go to school early and return late every day, and how she had to go through such harsh conditions alone. He heard from Zhao Lei that her grades seemed to be consistently above the first-tier university admission line, and he couldn't help but admire her resilience.

Indeed, there is only one disease in this world, and that is poverty.

Destitute and knowing there were ghosts in the house, they dared not escape.

Of course, it is also related to Li Qingyi's lack of social experience; she is too ashamed to sleep on the streets.

After turning a few corners, the three arrived at the foot of an old three-story residential building.

"Link, and this uncle, please try to walk quietly upstairs. The landlady has been in a bad mood lately, and if you disturb her sleep, you'll inevitably get a scolding."

Judging from Li Qingyi's cautious demeanor, one could tell that the landlord had used very offensive language.

"no problem."

Li Qingyi's home is on the third floor. As you walk up, the iron railings are covered in shiny black paint. The walls are filled with all sorts of pictures, such as locksmiths, schoolgirls, and document processing services. People with trypophobia can't stand it for more than three seconds.

Li Qingyi ignored him and directed Zhang Han to stop outside the door in the corner of the third floor.

Link had excellent eyesight and glanced at the house number.

"301"

"That means this address is in Dachang City. If it were in Dachuan City, I'd run away immediately."

Zhang Han reached out his hand and said, "Li, give me the key, I'll open the door."

"Okay! Here you go."

"Creak—"

The dilapidated wooden door was opened, and upon seeing the scene inside, Zhang Han's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

"Damn, the ground is covered in blood. What the hell is this thing? It's so weird!"

Upon hearing this, Li Qingyi looked incredulous: "How could this be? I was perfectly fine before I left home."

She leaned over and, using the light from Zhang Han's flashlight, looked at the ground, asking in a puzzled tone, "Where did this blood come from? The ground was perfectly clean; I even swept it."

Zhang Han's back hair stood on end. With a "rip," his expensive clothes tore open, revealing a bloody ghost tattoo that crawled out of his flesh, poised to strike Li Qingyi.

Two people see different things on the same floor; there must be something supernatural about it.

As a ghost tamer, Zhang Han chose to trust his own judgment.

"Mr. Lin, there's something strange about her."

Li Qingyi was startled by the grotesque face and almost fell, but luckily Link caught her.

Link covered Li Qingyi's mouth and reassured her, "Don't be nervous. This ghost is controlled by Zhang Han. It will only protect you and won't hurt you. Don't scream either. You don't want to get a scolding from your vicious landlord, do you?"

Li Qingyi nodded repeatedly, poking Link's hand with her index finger, signaling him to let go quickly.

When Link let go, she said pitifully, "Link, believe me, I really didn't lie to you, the ground is really clean."

Link didn't make a hasty decision. He sniffed the air, and the strange fragrance he had smelled on Li Qingyi's feet earlier wafted through the air. Then, his gaze passed over the barrier between the two people and looked into the room.

The sight that Link saw filled him with astonishment.

The ground was sometimes covered in blood, with faint bloody footprints visible at the edges, and sometimes completely smooth and clean.

Is it the strange fragrance affecting his vision?

The apprentice ghost's supernatural power was activated, and a cold aura surged in Link's eyes. Looking at the ground again, there was indeed a bloodstain.

While seemingly random, a closer look reveals unique cloud patterns, knots, and wave patterns.

It's as if a ghost is... painting a picture?

Link asked, "Old Zhang, can you smell a fragrance?"

Zhang Han blinked, sniffed a few times, and nodded, saying, "I can smell it, and the room temperature is quite low, like the air conditioner is on."

The house is on the top floor, with no shade at all. In the summer, you'll be exposed to the sun for more than ten hours. It's no exaggeration to describe it as a steam room. How could it be as cool as having an air conditioner on?

He had seen it downstairs; Li Qingyi's house didn't have air conditioning at all!

This house is quite eerie.

"Smell it a few more times, and take another look. Is the floor inside the room the same as it was before?"

Zhang Han took a few deep breaths and looked at the floor again; it was indeed perfectly normal inside.

"Strange, I can't see a single drop of blood now, but I can feel the influence of supernatural forces, but I can't break free."

Link frowned slightly and pondered, "Then you will follow my instructions and not do anything wrong."

The restart capability is temporarily unavailable, so Zhang Han can hold the line at least for a few waves of attacks.

"Um."

As the three entered the room one by one, Zhang Han's gaze became wary.

"President Lin, I saw someone sitting on the sofa who looks a lot like Li Qingyi, but this woman doesn't look like a good person. She doesn't have any human presence, and she's dressed like a slutty, cheap woman. She looks like she's tonight's target."

Link frowned as he stepped on the blood-stained floor.

It wasn't the slippery feeling under his feet, but the fragrance that had become strong and pungent. The scent of corpses in the perfume had turned into the stench of corpses. After just two breaths, his vision began to dart back and forth between reality and illusion.

"A ghost skilled at deceiving the senses should have brought Yang Jian along."

Unexpectedly, Li Qingyi suddenly started to speak.

"Sis, why are you still sitting here? Go to sleep. I told you, I'm just going to have dinner with my classmates and I'll be right back. Don't worry about me."

"What? You're going to do my makeup again? Ugh... I just can't do anything with you. Ever since you started learning opera, you've always liked to mess with me."

Is Li Qingyi not an orphan now?

Where did this older sister of hers come from?

Link looked at Li Qingyi and found that her gaze had become unfocused, as if she were really chatting with her sister, and she actually started walking forward.

He quickly reached out to stop her, only to find that the seemingly frail girl possessed surprising strength and easily broke free from his grasp.

If you forcibly grab it, it will inevitably cause broken tendons and bones.

Link said quickly, "Zhang Han, stop her!"

However, Zhang Han didn't move. His eyes seemed unfocused, and a shy smile, like an old tree blossoming, appeared on his face: "You're Li Qingyi's older sister? You're really beautiful. My name is Zhang Han, you can call me Xiao Zhang. My boss is your sister's classmate. I'm just taking her home today. Hehe..."

Suddenly, his tone changed, rising several octaves: "What? President Lin saw you were pretty and got lustful thoughts, actually wanting to take advantage of you!?"

This is a good thing!

Our CEO Lin is handsome, rich, and a first-rate ghost hunter. You won't suffer any mistreatment following him; just wait to enjoy the good life...

Following the direction the two were heading, Link saw a bright red flower lying on a bench. In the increasingly chaotic vision, the flower was replaced by a voluptuous woman with a mature charm. Link saw the woman's face, which did indeed resemble Li Qingyi by seven points, like twin lotus flowers.

The woman smiled gently, her eyes sparkling, seemingly representing the endless beauty of the world.

Link didn't let his guard down; the apprentice ghost's eeriness continued to gather around his eyes, and a ghostly blue light shone in his dark pupils.

"Tick-tock~~"

Blood seeped from the eyes of the stunningly beautiful woman, and her skin slid down her body to the ground with the blood, turning into a smiling skeleton. After a breath, the remaining skeleton shattered and vanished like a bubble.

The hair accessory still lies on the old wooden bench.

In the center of the flower, an eye with long eyelashes was blinking, its dead gray pupils gleaming with an eerie light.

The source of the psychedelic scent in the room—

Ghost Flower!

Without hesitation, Link opened his dark blue ghost domain instantly, enveloping the old building and quickly moving Li Qingyi to an open space downstairs.

Zhang Han was not deeply affected by the supernatural influences and was isolated from them. At this moment, his eyes were full of confusion, and his speech began to become intermittent.

"Beautiful lady...why aren't you saying anything?"

Link ignored Zhang Han and observed the situation inside the room.

Without the mask of cosmetics and the scent of corpses, the cramped room revealed its true, bloody scene.

Doors, windows, ceilings... everywhere was covered in bloodstains. Under the influence of supernatural forces, the bloodstains were bright red, as if they had just left the human body. The seemingly chaotic traces revealed a sense of clarity.

Just as Link had guessed, this was a strange painting.

The closer you get to the ghost head flower, the more details appear in the painting. The intricate patterns of the costume and the graceful figure in dance suggest that it is a female opera singer waving her long sleeves.

Gui Tou Hua wants to draw a ghost actor!

A sudden realization flashed through Link's mind.

The ghost flower is located precisely where the decoration on the woman's head is placed. Perhaps due to time constraints, the woman's face currently only has an outline, without specific facial features.

Link's intuition told him that if the painting were to be completed, a terrifying being would surely emerge from it.

He murmured, "It was almost finished. Luckily, Li Qingyi met me today. Otherwise, she would definitely have become the first life devoured when the vengeful ghost resurrected after the painting was completed."

It seems someone has met the criteria for murder, and the Ghost Flower has made its move.

It abruptly disappeared from the stool, and the next instant, it appeared above Zhang Han's head, as if it wanted to place a flower on Zhang Han's head.

Just then, the confusion in Zhang Han's eyes vanished. Sensing the danger of the vengeful ghost's attack, he instinctively tried to defend himself, only to find that he couldn't use the ghost's power.

His body trembled, and he said with terror in his eyes:

"President Lin, I'm being suppressed!"

Link's eyes widened:

"Are you kidding me? Suppressing two ghosts at once?"