Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

The man in the coat did not answer; he no longer had the energy to speak.

The attack from the Ghost Hand had arrived, and blood welled up in his eyes, overflowing from the corners and turning into two lines of bloody tears.

The man in the coat instinctively wanted to move closer to Link, but Link managed to restrain himself. However, he forgot about the Falling Technique under his feet, which was like stepping out of a slippery swamp, rendering him unable to use any of his martial arts skills.

"Snap"

He collapsed to the ground and couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood, instantly staining his mask black.

Although Link was smiling, his expression showed no sign of relaxation.

Because he discovered that the man in the coat had taken a small step forward on his knees while struggling, yet he did not die from the supernatural phenomenon of the summoning ghost hand.

Add to that the Fiery Ghost Domain, which was previously comparable to Yang Jian's fourth-level Ghost Eye...

This person is at least a master of controlling three ghosts.

Thick-skinned and tough, a real beast to kill.

Zhang Han didn't let this opportunity to kick a man when he was down slipping away. He pounced on the man in the coat, trying to deliver the curse of the rotting flesh to him as much as possible. His tattooed, blood-soaked arm also locked tightly around the man's neck, giving him no chance to breathe.

At the same time, the golden pistol was pointed at the man in the coat's head, and the trigger was pulled mercilessly.

"Bang bang bang"

Without the slightest hesitation, they emptied the magazines.

Unexpectedly, a black hem of clothing emerged from the man's collar, covering his entire head.

A series of golden bullets hit the clothes, but did not damage them at all, only creating a dent the size of an adult's fist.

"call……"

A gust of cold wind swept through the desolate grass, and Li Qingyi's graceful figure appeared in front of the man in the coat.

Her face was covered with heavy makeup, a blend of deep red and pink that created a pale, pinkish-white mask. She walked silently, devoid of any sign of life.

A pair of bloodless, pale hands stretched out, as if smeared with blood, their sharp, blackish-red fingernails precisely aimed at the man's carotid artery.

The man in the overcoat looked up immediately, his voice urgent:

"Junior Sister, stop! I'm your senior brother!"

A hint of resentment flashed in Li Qingyi's eyes, and her attack became even faster.

As Grandma's apprentice, how dare he steal the coffin and desecrate the remains? He deserves to die!

"Sigh... I really don't want to use this Ghost Domain."

The flames spread across the ground, centered on the man in the overcoat. In the scorching, distorted air, Zhang Han and Li Qingyi's target disappeared from sight.

A flash of fire, and the man in the overcoat reappeared in front of the three.

This time, he lost his initial composure. His eyes were filled with blood, his body swayed precariously, and his face was covered in blood and flesh, leaving a dent that was still strangely wriggling and repairing itself.

Seeing Link raise his arm as if to attack again, the man in the coat quickly removed his mask and baseball cap and hurriedly said, "Stop fighting! We're on the same side. If we keep fighting, we'll all be resurrected by the vengeful ghosts."

The man's face was covered with a black mask, which moved constantly, as if healing the wounds on his cheeks. His coat was unbuttoned, revealing a black theatrical costume underneath.

"My name is Wei Defu. I started studying under my mentor He Xiaodie when I was eight years old. I not only learned a lot of opera skills, but I was also valued by my mentor and inherited the true skills of controlling real opera ghosts."

Wei Defu's voice was hoarse, giving the impression that he had experienced many hardships.

As the power of the vengeful ghost subsided, an uncontrollable stench of burnt corpse emanated from his body.

"Unfortunately, thirty years ago, the vengeful spirit I was controlling went berserk and accidentally set fire to the Qingyin Theater, almost causing a major disaster. In the end, it even implicated my mentor in using the power of the vengeful spirit, causing the vengeful spirit in my body to become unbalanced. I had no face to face my mentor and brothers and sisters, so I could only bid farewell with tears in my eyes and live in seclusion until now."

I only attacked you just now to persuade you to leave, so you wouldn't lose your lives.

Zhang Han recalled the information about Qu Meihong and the other three, frowning and refusing to speak.

Wei Defu's attack was ruthless and deadly; it couldn't be described simply by the word "persuasion."

Li Qingyi recalled, "There were four people who claimed to be my grandmother's disciples before. They mentioned that my grandmother originally had five disciples, but unfortunately they disappeared in a fire thirty years ago. Were those people you?"

Wei Defu's lips curled into a subtle smile, and he nodded happily, saying:

"That's right, it's me."

He looked at Li Qingyi and said earnestly, "I originally thought that I was the only one left who truly inherited the sect's teachings. After my master passed away, she took everything with her to the grave. I never expected that she would leave me with a junior sister. Heaven truly has eyes..."

Junior sister, now only the two of us in the entire sect have received our master's theatrical skills and the inheritance of the vengeful spirit. We must support each other from now on and restore the sect's former glory.

Li Qingyi recalled her grandmother's voice and smile when she was alive, her expression softening slightly, and she nodded with a cold face.

Link put his golden glove back on his right hand and breathed a sigh of relief: "So it was a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King Temple. You should have told me sooner when you met him. Using supernatural powers too often can kill people."

Wei Defu looked embarrassed: "I just didn't want my junior sister to be exposed to danger. Next time, I will definitely reveal my identity in advance."

"Cough cough..."

Wei Defu's cough was heart-wrenching, and dark red blood mixed with specks of red-hot coals spilled from the corners of his mouth, making him look like he was about to die.

He has been a demon tamer for too long, and the balance among the three demons has long been disrupted, so he cannot use supernatural powers too much.

Otherwise, killing three mere brats would be a piece of cake.

Link looked at him with concern and said, "Senior Brother, are you about to be resurrected by a vengeful ghost? I have a supernatural item here that can suppress the resurrection of vengeful ghosts. I'll give it to you to use now."

A glint of greed flashed in Wei Defu's eyes. This treasure, capable of suppressing the resurgence of evil spirits, was actually in the hands of a young man. What a waste!

He put on a kind smile, but the black mask was so deeply etched that it couldn't be removed, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

"In that case, thank you very much, young brother. I think you and my junior sister are a perfect match, both handsome and beautiful."

Li Qingyi quickly said, "Senior Brother, we don't have the kind of relationship you're thinking of."

The two grew closer and began chatting about He Xiaodie's life, before turning to the vengeful ghost controlled by Li Qingyi.

"Junior Sister, you haven't been able to master this ghost mask for very long, have you? I wonder if Master left you her core ghostly voice."

As he spoke, Wei Defu moved a little closer to Li Qingyi, loosened his sleeve, and quietly gripped a piece of wooden handle stained with black dirt.

Just as Li Qingyi was about to answer, a cluster of emerald green candlelight lit up from Zhang Han's hand, and the ghost mask on her body fell silent.

"Bip"

Because there were too many ghosts around, the red ghost candles were burning fiercely, almost turning into firecrackers, and one-fifth of them burned off in less than a minute.

In particular, Wei Defu's resurrection was more severe, with almost all of it applied to him.

The grotesque mask on Wei Defu's face faded, and he reverted to the appearance of a middle-aged man with triangular eyes, scarred eyebrows, and a fierce, bandit-like aura.

He felt as if all the burdens of his body had been lifted, his expression becoming relaxed. Looking at the red ghost candle, his eyes were filled with amazement and a hint of barely perceptible greed:

"Such a magical supernatural item exists. If only we had this back then..."

Link, with an air of wealth and arrogance, waved his hand and said, "What's this? Li Qingyi is my best classmate, and you are her senior brother. If she gets a share, you get a share too. I'm planning to start a company, and I'm just missing a strong person like you who can fight against many opponents."

"Haha, of course I have to do it!"

Link looked at Li Qingyi: "Here, take one and give it to your senior brother as a gift."

Zhang Han quickly stopped him, saying, "President Lin, this thing is too valuable. Let's get something else instead."

"How can this be? We've injured someone, after all. If we want them to join our team, we need to show some sincerity."

Link and Zhang Han started shoving each other, not even noticing the golden pistol that fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Wei Defu finally couldn't help but step past Li Qingyi and approach her.

"Oh dear, we're all family, why make such a fuss..."

He spoke words of comfort, but his eyes were fixed on the back of Link's head. The veins on the back of his hand, which was gripping the black wooden handle, were bulging. As he walked, he inadvertently kicked away the golden pistol on the ground.

When he got less than a meter away from Link, a bloodthirsty smile flashed across Wei Defu's lips.

The next moment, the hammer was raised high, and a gunshot rang out.

The magazine was emptied instantly. At such close range, there was no chance of missing. The golden bullet pierced a large hole from Wei Defu's forehead to the back of his head, just enough to see Li Qingyi's astonished, fair face.

Zhang Han didn't hesitate. He pulled a golden dagger from his chest and, almost after Link's gun had run out of bullets, wrapped the dagger around Wei Defu's neck and spun it once.

With a clear sound of flesh tearing and a crisp cracking of the cervical vertebrae...

Wei Defu was beheaded.