Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

Lin Ke breathed a sigh of relief upon discovering that Grandma Li Qingyi's coffin was still intact.

The vengeful ghost didn't escape, greatly reducing the difficulty of handling the incident.

"The information on He Xiaodie's four apprentices has arrived, but their professions are a bit unexpected."

Yang Jian flipped through the information on his phone with a strange expression.

"Qu Meihong is a cleaner, Mo Liangxin is a janitor, Bu Chengyi is the leader of a country band, Ren Yongping is a security guard... Is the opera industry so bad that they've all changed careers? Or perhaps, do they simply lack any artistic talent?"

With a notification sound, a new file appeared on Link's phone.

His gaze swept over the life experiences recorded in the four people's files, and he quickly noticed a place name—Qingyin Theater.

It turns out that all four of them were native to Dachang City. They began learning their craft from a master when they were young, at the Qingyin Theater at No. 44 Liyuan Road. Their teacher's name was He Xiaodie.

The file contains photos of the four people performing on stage. They are handsome men and beautiful women, full of vigor and spirit, and do not seem like incompetent slackers.

In a group photo, Lin Ke spotted He Xiaodie. She was already middle-aged at the time, and her features still vaguely resembled Li Qingyi's. Judging from her still charming demeanor, she was indeed a rare beauty in her youth.

As for why the four of them collectively changed careers, it was not only because of the rise of radio and television, but also because of a safety accident.

Thirty years ago, a bizarre fire occurred at the Qingyin Theater. The fire was exceptionally fierce, and within minutes, the entire building was engulfed in flames.

Although the accident resulted in only one person missing, it damaged the voice of the lead actress, He Xiaodie, during her escape, rendering her unable to sing anymore. She had no choice but to leave the troupe and subsequently disappeared from public view.

From then on, the business of Qingyin Theater declined and it went bankrupt in less than a year, with the performers in the troupe going their separate ways.

Although Lin Ke is not in the industry, he knows that in such traditional arts, lineage is the most important factor, while opera skills are secondary.

As expected, the records show that Qu Meihong and the other three had only been in the industry for a short time and had lost their teacher's support, causing their status to plummet.

They worked as odd jobs in various opera troupes, eventually ending up performing on the streets. Unable to persevere any longer, they all changed professions and started new lives.

Although the information described the four as "honest and simple" and "hospitable," Link still believed in the yellow face he saw through astrology.

He Xiaodie's coffin is currently at the Qingyin Theater in Dachang City.

Based on the number of gloves left in the tomb, it is highly likely that these four unscrupulous individuals were the tomb robbers.

Thinking of this, Link picked up his phone and dialed Qi Wanhe's number.

"Book plane tickets to Dachang City for me and Zhang Han as soon as possible."

Zhao Lei is new to controlling a second ghost and still needs to get used to it, so he's good to stay home with Yan Li.

"good!"

The car sped along and soon returned to Guanjiang Residential Area.

Zhang Wei was carrying several cases of drinks home when he saw Link and immediately waved and greeted him, "Link, you're going to Dachang City tomorrow, come to my house this afternoon and have a blast all night long! Yang Jian, don't run away!"

Link scratched his face, unsure how to begin.

Zhang Wei had helped him so much, but every time he invited him to hang out, something unexpected happened, and he almost always had to cancel.

Yang Jian shook his head and said, "I'm also busy. I have to go on a business trip to Zhongshan City later to help deal with a paranormal incident."

Zhang Wei sighed, his tone sarcastic: "Since you two both have someone else outside, I won't force you. It's okay, Awei is a big streamer now, I'll take good care of myself."

Link patted Zhang Wei on the shoulder: "If we don't have a chance this time, we can get together again next time. I'll leave that gambling addict in my basement. If we encounter any insurmountable danger, remember to control it to save your life."

Zhang Wei's expression changed quickly. He disdainfully picked at his ear and snorted:

"If any cowardly rats want to raid my base, they'll have to ask me, the number one gambling saint of Da Chang, the dual-wielding golden gunman... whether I'll allow it."

"It's always better to be prepared."

"Sigh, this is no fun. We can't get together again today. Looks like I still need to make a name for myself in the city and get some underlings to have some fun."

Zhang Wei put down his drinks, gave one to Lin Ke and one to Yang Jian, went home to pack his things, and went out to play in the street.

Link shook his head and chuckled, then looked at Yang Jian.

"The ghost that caused the human head balloon incident is difficult to deal with. If necessary, you can use a diversionary tactic to send it into the ghost realm of the knocking ghost. If things go wrong, you can run to the Caesars Hotel. Remember not to go too deep inside and not to leave any footprints or other traces there, which can save your life temporarily."

Yang Jian also recalled that Link's previous "last will and testament" did indeed contain information about the Caesars Hotel, and nodded solemnly.

He took a sip of his Coke, secretly eager to see what the supernatural was like inside the Caesars Grand Hotel.

I feel that my path as a demon tamer will undergo a new change during this operation.

Just then, Li Qingyi rushed out of the sales office with her arms outstretched like a fan, her eyes bloodshot.

"Link, you said on the phone that my grandmother's remains, along with her coffin, were stolen?"

Her voice was cold, and there was a hysterical madness in her eyes.

"Yes, judging from the growth of the grass on the grave, it has been about a month. We only found one item left to you by your grandmother at the site."

Lin Ke handed the porcelain rouge box from the incense burner to Li Qingyi.

"There's a high probability that you can directly control a vengeful spirit inside. The choice is yours, but I hope you think clearly about what kind of person you want to become before you try to control it..."

"No need to think about it."

Before Link could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Li Qingyi's sharp voice.

With a soft "click," the rouge box was opened.

The crimson rouge, like a venomous snake raising its head, emerged from the rouge box, gently touched Li Qingyi's fingertips, and then merged into Li Qingyi's body without hesitation.

Li Qingyi controlled the vengeful spirit and, supported by supernatural power, stood up from her wheelchair.

"All that keeps me alive is hatred and sin..."

Beside him, Yang Jian stared with dead fish eyes, expressionless, and said:

"Grab him in one swift motion and refine him instantly—is this what a second-generation ghost is like? Six hundred and sixty-six, he's not even going to act anymore."

Link glanced at Yang Jian sideways. This kid was a pure-hearted second-generation devil himself, yet he dared to mock others.

……

Three hours later, Lin Ke, Zhang Han, and Li Qingyi, each carrying a backpack, walked out of Dachang City Airport like three ordinary backpackers.

"Driver, to No. 44 Liyuan Road."

After getting into the taxi, Zhang Han sat in the passenger seat and told the driver his destination.

"Holy crap, you're going to Qingyin Theater? Are you guys crazy?! Last month, some fearless paranormal streamer went inside, and the next day all that was left was a charred corpse lying at the entrance."

The driver shook his head repeatedly, his head bobbing like a rattle drum, his attitude extremely firm:

"No, no... You can either go somewhere else, or get off the bus."

Zhang Han took out three red bills, patted them on the driver's chest, and earnestly pleaded, "Sir, please be lenient. An elder of ours used to work there, and before she died, she wanted to see the Qingyin Theater she longed for one last time. Please be a good person this once."

The driver kept his eyes fixed straight ahead, gripping the steering wheel with a serious expression, but his tone softened slightly:

"It's good that you're filial, but it's really dangerous there..."

Zhang Han sneered, "Add another hundred, and if you still don't want to leave, fine. There are plenty of other people..."

The vehicle shot off like an arrow, and the strong push made Zhang Han lean back in his seat.

The driver stuffed the money into his pocket with one hand, gripped the steering wheel with the other, and shook his head with a sigh:

"Oh dear... you've really put me in a difficult position, guest."