Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

The taxi was flying very low, and the scenery outside the window was rushing past.

In the back seat, Li Qingyi gripped the handle above the car door tightly, the veins on the back of her hand bulging, her expression tense and uneasy.

She usually takes the bus and has never ridden such a fast bus before, so she is not used to it.

"Li Qingyi, this is your first mission. I don't have many requirements for you. Just be obedient and don't die."

Link's slightly indifferent voice echoed in Li Qingyi's ears.

The thought of facing such a bizarre and terrifying scene made her even more uneasy.

The chilling aura emanating from beneath her facial skin gave Li Qingyi a boost of confidence. She nodded emphatically, her thick, long braid almost reaching the roof of the car.

"Don't worry, Link, I'll definitely be good!"

The ghost her grandmother left her was a ghost mask.

When used, her face will display a bizarrely made-up Peking Opera mask, transforming her into a true vengeful ghost with superhuman powers. As long as she doesn't recklessly attack the vengeful ghost, she will not be attacked by it.

When not in use, the ghost mask slowly wriggles beneath Li Qingyi's skin, attempting to erode and replace her own face.

At the current rate of erosion, it will take several years for Li Qingyi's face to be replaced by the ghost mask.

It is indeed a fierce ghost that was carefully "dismembered" by the older generation of ghost tamers, making it suitable for control and possessing extremely strong life-saving abilities.

It was precisely because Li Qingyi possessed the ability to protect herself that Link allowed her to accompany him, broadening her horizons so that she could take up her post in the future.

"Creak—"

With a sudden stop, the taxi came to a halt in the old town.

"Bosses, I'll give you one last piece of advice: this abandoned theater is really creepy. Take your photos and run."

The driver gave a final warning, and without waiting for their reply, he stepped on the gas and drove away as if fleeing.

"The items are in the basement; just go downstairs when you enter."

With their eyes sweeping over the dusty, dilapidated signboard, Link and his two companions stepped into the Qingyin Theater.

The yard was overgrown with weeds, some of which were even a head taller than Link. They were full of life under the summer sun, but they looked gloomy and desolate against the backdrop of the old and yellowed cement walls around them.

Yet, in this place that even mischievous kids wouldn't dare to easily come and play, there were obvious signs of footsteps.

There are three paths clearly marked by people walking through the grass. The middle one leads to the entrance of the opera stage, while the other two, one on the left and one on the right, lead to the backyard.

Walking along the middle path, Zhang Han, who was at the front, became serious and silently pulled out a golden pistol from his waist.

"Mr. Lin, the air in here is a bit chilly, and the activity level of the Ghostly Rotten Flesh has decreased."

The rotting flesh of the ghost is very sensitive to supernatural forces. The appearance of this situation proves that there are supernatural phenomena in the vicinity.

Lin Ke recalled the information on Qu Meihong and the other three, and frowned, saying, "All four of them have stable jobs and don't seem like ghost tamers. Could it be that someone is directing them from behind? We need to increase security now, and make sure they don't get separated once we go in."

Both black and red coffins possess the power to isolate supernatural entities within them; as long as they remain intact, there will be no leakage.

Therefore, there must still be ghost controllers in Qingyin Theater.

Li Qingyi suddenly said, "Here, my ghost mask has become a bit active; I have a feeling there's something bad going on."

Link paused, raised his hand and said, "Then stop. I'll use Ghost Domain to see who's playing tricks."

A flash of blue light bathed the surrounding weeds and buildings in a color reminiscent of Van Gogh's starry night.

The front yard, the theater building, and even the charred burn marks under the mottled yellowed wall coating were all within Link's "eyes".

However, this is not something that should make Link happy.

He frowned and, refusing to believe it, explored downwards, only to be astonished to find that Qingyin Theater had no basement at all!

"How could this be? I clearly saw it in the premonition..."

Link looked back and saw the "Qingyin Theater" sign fluttering in the wind, and even the damaged parts were exactly the same as the scene predicted by the astrology.

They arrived at the right place, but couldn't find the right coffin...

One thought after another collided in Link's mind, and suddenly a possibility came to mind.

That is, He Xiaodie's coffin is currently located in a place where the real world and the supernatural world overlap, and you need the right method to get in.

Recalling the original work, the supernatural overlap between the Republic of China era Caesar Hotel and the modern Caesar Hotel occurred in specific locations that could not be explored using ghost domains.

In the original story, Yang Jian was unaware of the terrifying nature of the Caesars Hotel. He simply withdrew his Ghost Domain and led his men inside, whereupon the red ghost candle was cleaved into red fireworks by Li Qingzhi's blade…

Thinking of the numerous costumes and other props he had seen in astrology, Link knew that they must contain a lot of vengeful spirits.

Moreover, we don't know if there are any guardians like Li Qingzhi inside, so going in rashly would likely result in disaster.

So... Link decided to capture someone to talk about intelligence first.

A flash of blue light appeared, and a figure wrapped in a thick cotton coat suddenly appeared in front of the three of them.

He was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, completely covering his face.

Because he was suddenly teleported by the ghost realm, he was still holding a telescope and maintaining a furtive spying posture.

"It turns out to be a ghost tamer with a ghost domain. It seems that the resurrected ghosts are becoming more and more terrifying."

A hoarse male voice came from under the mask; the person seemed to have a deep connection with vengeful ghosts.

Link said indifferently, "Tell me your name, identity, the reason for hiding here, and what your relationship is with He Xiaodie, Qu Meihong and the others."

The man slowly put the binoculars into his coat pocket, his tone arrogant and indifferent: "This is not something you young kids should know. For the sake of the little girl behind you, I advise you to get as far away from here as possible. In another day, an extremely terrifying entity will resurface here."

Link scoffed, "Looks like you're very confident, so confident that you think you can take on three people at once."

"Being arrogant requires ability, and I happen to have it."

Crimson flames flowed beneath this person's feet, not only isolating Link's ghostly domain from its influence, but also suppressing Link's ghostly domain back into his body.

The air was heating up rapidly, and under the scorching heat of the fire, Link and his two companions began to sweat profusely from their cold bodies. Before long, their thin summer clothes were soaked and stuck to their skin.

Not only that, the scorching flames were mixed with the stench of burnt corpses, making it difficult for the three of them to open their eyes.

"Kid, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you control two ghosts. Today I'll teach you what it means to be outmatched and to be in a world of your own."

The man in the overcoat took a step and traversed several meters of space, arriving in front of Link. He lightly raised his right leg high above his head and then slammed it down mercilessly into Link's chest.

The long leg swept across, creating a loud bang in the air, as if it were not a leg that was kicked, but a ten-foot-long spear.

Link's expression remained unchanged, the pages of the book flipping rapidly in his eyes, while flames erupted beneath his feet, spreading out like a carpet, as he calmly retreated from the man in the overcoat.

The attack missed its mark, leaving a startling crater in the concrete beneath his feet, as if a cannonball had exploded.

"Are you kidding me? You can actually use my Ghost Domain?"

The man in the overcoat stared wide-eyed, his cloudy eyes filled with disbelief.

He had never seen a ghost realm that could be controlled by someone else.

Link's gaze turned hostile, and he said coldly, "You won't listen to reason, so I'll beat you into submission now."

He snapped his fingers, and a bolt of electricity appeared from the void, which, combined with the Fiery Ghost Domain, successfully caught the enemy off guard.

The man in the coat stiffened noticeably, and Zhang Han seized the opportunity. With a "hiss," the ghost tattoo emerged from his back, extending two bloody and ferocious ghost claws toward the man in the coat.

"You dare to show off your meager skills before an expert?"

The man in the overcoat visibly swelled up, freeing himself from the paralysis of the supernatural electric current. With a flick of his arms, he unabashedly began punching and kicking the ghost tattoo.

"Bang bang bang"

When the human body clashed with the ghost's body, he was not at a disadvantage at all. Moreover, because his moves showed considerable martial arts skills, even the ghost tattoo was at a disadvantage.

Zhang Han had no choice but to resort to the supernatural method of using rotten flesh.

Patches of lividity appeared on his palms, emanating a putrid stench. Seizing the opportunity, he pressed his hand against the man in the coat's chest, spreading a curse of death.

Using the power of two vengeful spirits simultaneously, Zhang Han's jaw muscles were visibly straining as he endured immense pain.

However, the man in the coat acted as if nothing had happened, only slowing down his movements slightly before continuing to punch and kick the ghost tattoo.

Link didn't sit still. He took off the gold glove on his right hand, raised his withered right arm, and waved enthusiastically to the man in the coat.

"Wei Teh-fu, come here, come here..."

At the same time, he snapped his fingers again with his left hand.

Just as the man in the overcoat braced himself, preparing to withstand the attack from the summoned ghost and the electric shock, his feet, honed through countless years of training, suddenly slipped. Before he knew it, he slid to his knees in front of Zhang Han.

Link grinned.

"You idiot, do you really think all I know is electrotherapy?"