Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

The fact that it can forcibly move within the ghost realm proves that the ghost-head flower's supernatural strength is at least at level B.

If it were allowed to control Zhang Han, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Zhang Han acted decisively, crouching down and lunging out to dodge in one swift motion, but Ghost Head Flower had already locked onto him, relentlessly pursuing him from above.

Link's eyes flashed, and he used Ghost Domain to teleport Zhang Han to his side.

Cold sweat beaded on Zhang Han's forehead, his face filled with utter bewilderment. He took the golden pouch from his waist and gasped, "Damn it, the ghost within me is still dormant; I can't use any supernatural abilities at all."

Ahead, the ghost flower, having missed its target, seemed unable to cross the distance again and could only fall helplessly to the ground, looking like a harmless flower.

Only Link knew that this ghost flower was plotting its next attack.

He frowned. Zhang Han had already escaped one attack, so the ghost's suppressive power should have weakened or disappeared!

However, the suppressive power of the vengeful spirit still exists, unless... like the previous supernatural playing cards, which limited the suppression time.

"Supernatural attacks require contact, or rather, a medium. After entering the room, all we touched were the bloodstains under our feet and the eerie fragrance in the air..."

Link stomped his foot; the inside of his shoe was completely dry, showing no signs of being soaked with blood.

and so……

The medium through which the macaque attacks is its fragrance!

Without hesitation, Link's illusory pages in his dark pupils turned, preparing to use [Record: Demon Blood] to imprison it.

However, the ghost flower that was standing there shook slightly and disappeared.

A bone-chilling cold emanated from the top of Link's head. In that instant, an intoxicatingly rich scent of corpses flashed past his nose, and the apprentice ghost within him fell silent.

The rustling sound of pages turning in the air abruptly stopped, and the ghost blood that had gushed from Link's palm vanished in a gust of cold wind.

The apprentice ghost was suppressed.

Not only has the ghost realm disappeared, but even the recording of paranormal events that was in use has been interrupted!

The fragrance medium on Zhang Han has already been used to suppress the vengeful spirit within him, so there is only one target left that meets the killing pattern of the Ghost Head Flower!

Link raised his head with a grave expression, and sure enough, the Ghost Flower had appeared above his head.

Large red flowers drifted down gently, their petals swaying as if dancing in the spring sunshine.

Unfortunately, there was no spring sunshine here, only four eerie blood-red walls and a chilling wind.

The flower's stamen was filled with blood at some point, and an eyeball silently appeared within it, Link's face reflected in its lifeless pupil.

The only good news is that since Link discovered the problem with the scent, he has been able to reduce his breathing rate and use the Apprentice Ghost's supernatural abilities to fight it off. Currently, only the Apprentice Ghost is being suppressed.

The effects on the summoning ghost hand are limited; currently, apart from being unable to use supernatural abilities, the fingers can still bend and stretch freely.

"Whoosh—"

A golden light flashed in the dim room, and a sudden gust of wind whistled past Link's ears, followed by a crash as an old wooden table was knocked over, scattering bottles, jars, and other clutter across the floor with a clatter.

"Mr. Lin, come and lend a hand, I'm not strong enough."

Zhang Han lay face down on the floor, his hands raised forward and clasped together, clutching the gold pouch. He was in pain from hitting the corner of the table and gasped for breath, too weak to even turn over.

The bag was bulging at the opening, clearly indicating that the dwarf lily was struggling.

Lin Ke smiled with relief, surprised that Old Zhang could be so decisive.

"They're here."

Link stepped forward, took the gold pouch from Zhang Han's hand, and skillfully sealed and tied it, leaving the vengeful ghost with no chance of escape. He then helped Zhang Han up from the ground.

"Well done, Lao Zhang. That shows the skill of a top-tier ghost tamer."

Many ghost tamers are selfish and self-serving, believing that they can survive by running faster than others, and they become cowardly when they encounter difficulties in paranormal events.

However, they often overlook one point: a vengeful ghost is not a tiger that can be easily shoved and killed in a second or two, but will continue its pursuit.

In the end, it's nothing more than letting yourself live a few more seconds.

Experienced hunters know that when facing a vengeful ghost, the only way to survive is to imprison it as much as possible.

Even if the ghost within your own body falls silent, you must still make your move.

Zhang Han grinned and said seriously:

"I, Old Zhang, am an honest and kind man. How could I just stand by and watch President Lin get attacked?"

Zhang Han wasn't stupid. If he allowed the vengeful spirit on Link's body to be controlled by the Ghost Head Flower, and with both the Ghost Tattoo and the Ghost Rotten Flesh under suppression, he would only die a more miserable death.

With the source of the vengeful ghost imprisoned, a scorching evening breeze blew in, bringing a wave of summer heat to the room.

After losing the support of supernatural power, the bloodstains on the floor, walls, and ceiling quickly turned black. With a "plop," a viscous black liquid dripped onto the floor, emitting a pungent stench.

"Ah—no! That's not it, it's not..."

Just as the two were about to leave, Li Qingyi screamed in terror from downstairs, her voice filled with despair.

The two hurried to the corridor railing and looked down. They saw Li Qingyi sitting on the ground, clutching her head in fear, with nothing unusual around her.

Zhang Han scratched his head and said, "What's wrong? The ghost is locked up, but it's suddenly making noise."

Link turned his head to look at the bloodstains in the room, a vague guess forming in his mind.

This much blood cannot be donated by Li Qingyi alone.

The two walked down the stairs and looked at the three-story residential building.

Only then did I realize that the building was eerily quiet; it was only a little past nine o'clock, and not a single light was on.

The fact that they made such a commotion upstairs, and that the landlord Li Qingyi mentioned, who was a light sleeper and liked to curse, was completely invisible, all vaguely pointed to one answer.

Everyone in this building is dead, as for the cause of death...

Li Qingyi, who was affected by the vengeful ghost, was about to take the lives of her neighbors, so naturally, these people's attitudes were not good.

Now that the vengeful ghost is imprisoned, Li Qingyi's chaotic memories are becoming clearer, and it's normal that she can't accept the reality.

Link is only responsible for catching ghosts; psychological counseling should be left to the professionals.

He took out his phone and called Captain Liu from the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

"Captain Liu, I've handled another paranormal case. There are innocent people who have lost their lives, the number is unknown. Remember to bring a psychologist. The person involved has had their memory affected by a vengeful ghost and is currently facing an emotional breakdown..."

Less than ten minutes after the call ended, staff from a nearby law enforcement office arrived at the scene.

After handing over the work to the staff, Lin Ke glanced at Li Qingyi, who was still slumped on the ground with a blank stare, took out a business card, put it in her pocket, and left with Zhang Han.

If Li Qingyi can overcome her trauma on her own, Link would be happy to discuss with her the clues about the supernatural events surrounding her grandmother.

If she is consumed by guilt for the rest of her life, then give her some money to ensure she has basic necessities.

Beneath the Sweetwater Well sign, two red dots flickered in the shadows.

Zhang Han exhaled a puff of smoke and sighed, "President Lin, I used to think being an ordinary person was pretty good. I could live a peaceful life without having to fight those monsters. But every time I see something like this, I start to waver. Just some random little devil can kill a person without any dignity. It's so frustrating."

Link joked, "You've been influenced by Zhao Lei's emotions, haven't you? He's always been a proponent of dying a glorious death rather than being toyed with by a vengeful ghost."

When Zhao Lei entered the industry, he did indeed spend a significant amount of time working alongside Zhang Han.

"That's true to some extent."

Zhang Han readily admitted it, then smiled bitterly and said, "But I'm uneducated, and if I encounter a real ghost, it's too difficult to survive. Zhao Lei is a quick-witted kid; he deduced the murder pattern after just a few encounters at the lumberyard and found the source of the ghost puppet."

"What are you men hesitating for? Follow me and do your job properly. You'll still have a chance to get rid of the vengeful ghost and become a normal person again."

Link flicked away the cigarette butt, turned around, and sat in the car.

Zhang Han was stunned, and the cigarette in his hand fell to the ground in surprise.

Since becoming a ghost tamer, his wife and children have become distant, and he longs to return to being an ordinary person.

"Oh my, Mr. Lin, is what you're saying true?"

"Go back first. I'll let you try when I have the chance. Nothing is impossible in the face of the supernatural."

What Link was referring to was, of course, the ghost mirror that could bring people back to life. It had been sitting idle ever since it was moved out of the old house in Guanjiang Community and had never been used.

As paranormal events resurface more frequently, the vengeful spirits they encounter will become increasingly difficult to deal with, making it hard to guarantee that no unexpected incidents will occur when handling paranormal events.

Leaving an image in the mirror and offering a chance to be resurrected as a company benefit isn't bad.

"Okay!"

The car started and roared away from the haunted residential area.