Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

"Despicable, base..."

Even in death, Wei Defu's fierce face still held a hint of astonishment.

Why doesn't the ghost costume automatically protect its owner?

Where did I slip up?

"Why...why did it turn out like this?"

Li Qingyi's voice was hoarse as she looked at the headless corpse gushing dark red blood, feeling somewhat helpless.

She still hasn't realized that both sides had stopped fighting and started trying to establish a relationship and recognize each other as relatives.

"Because within seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate. Little girl, there is still a lot you need to learn. Because compared to the evil spirits that act according to the rules of killing, what is more dangerous are our fellow ghost tamers. At least with Zhao Lei here, you will definitely not get close to a strange ghost tamer."

Zhang Han immediately kicked away the dark red claw hammer that Wei Defu was holding and gave him earnest advice.

If the appearance of the red ghost candle hadn't successfully attracted Wei Defu's attention, Li Qingyi would have been taken hostage by Wei Defu long ago.

Then, Zhang Han squatted down and skillfully stripped Wei Defu of his outer clothes and trousers, taking out two gold body bags, one large and one small, from his waist and shaking them out.

He muttered under his breath:

"The smaller ones are for the head, the larger ones are for the torso..."

I told you that following Boss Lin, we definitely wouldn't have enough body bags. We've already used two in just a few hours."

Link blew out the red ghost candle and said to Li Qingyi, "Don't look at what a person says, look at what he does. He was spying on us from the beginning, and he didn't show himself when he saw you. He only started attacking us after I discovered his whereabouts. Even before he died, he was still preparing to launch a sneak attack."

Keeping this kind of person around is just asking for trouble.

Li Qingyi fell into deep thought. Lin Ke squatted down and helped Zhang Han imprison the evil spirit that was about to resurrect. He then picked up Wei Defu's clothes and shook out some of his belongings.

A cell phone, a wallet, a pair of binoculars, a blood-stained red letter, and several dirty, old black sheets of paper...

Add to that a ram's horn hammer stained with eerie blood, and there aren't many items.

Link stared at the red heart, his hand unconsciously clenching.

The letter from the ghost post office...

The location where a red letter is delivered often foreshadows a region where the real world and the supernatural overlap.

The vengeful spirits that exist within them are often extremely terrifying beings.

And now, a red letter has appeared here.

Without even thinking, Link could guess that the recipient of this red letter was most likely He Xiaodie, who was lying in the coffin.

"I wonder what kind of haunted place this is, that it's worthy of the red letters from the Ghost Post Office."

Lin Ke was pondering whether he should bring He Xiaodie's coffin out as soon as possible and bury her in peace.

This would both prevent the resurgence of a terrifying ghost and reduce the danger level in Dachang City, making it easier for the Xingmen Group to establish a foothold.

"As Wei Defu just said, a dangerous situation will arise here in one day, not only because the red letter hasn't been delivered, but also because the supernatural realm hasn't fully integrated with the real world."

With this thought in mind, Link's mind suddenly became clear.

We must retrieve He Xiaodie's coffin as soon as possible!

Dachang City is the territory he has his eye on; how could he allow other vengeful spirits to sleep soundly beside his bed?

For those who are laid in a coffin, it is best to remain in the coffin forever.

"A bloodstained letter? And a stack of scrap paper. Something carried by a Ghost Tamer must be quite extraordinary."

After sealing the body bag, Zhang Han noticed the envelope on the ground and prepared to open it, hoping to find some information inside.

Link pressed down on Zhang Han's shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Don't touch it. This thing has a very evil curse. Once you get involved with it, it will force you into a haunted place and make you work for nothing."

"Holy crap, that's terrifying! To be someone's slave for life?"

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, Zhang Han instinctively moved away from the envelopes and letters on the ground.

"These things aren't very valuable, and the information they leave behind is limited. Just take the hammer. If I'm not mistaken, it should be a supernatural item that can harm vengeful spirits. You're a melee fighter, so take it and use it first."

Hearing this, Zhang Han beamed and grabbed the claw hammer in his hand.

After waving his arms and gesturing a couple of times, he couldn't stop nodding:

"Thank you, Mr. Lin. This is very handy."

As for how to use it? If you're not going to use a hammer to hit a ghost's head, are you going to use it for carpentry?

"Click"

Behind the three, the sound of a dry branch breaking rang out, sounding particularly clear in the quiet courtyard.

"Who's there? If you don't come out, I'm going to shoot."

Zhang Han picked up the golden pistol from the ground and aimed it in the direction from which the sound came.

Without even needing to load the empty magazine, a disheveled figure emerged from the tall grass with his hands raised.

"Big brother, please don't kill me! I... I'm blind, I didn't see anything!"

The man had medium-length hair, wore black-rimmed glasses, and looked refined. He also had an expensive camera hanging around his neck, suggesting he was an ordinary person with some spare money.

"A blind photographer? I think you're the one who thinks I'm blind!"

Zhang Han was so angry he laughed.

This person has no brains at all, yet he still wants to live?

"This, this..."

The bespectacled man kept swallowing, sweating profusely with anxiety.

Not everyone has the courage to remain calm under the gun.

Especially in peacetime.

Link didn't sense any supernatural power from this person, but he wasn't completely at ease either.

"Old Zhang, check if he's a ghost tamer or someone from the paranormal community."

Many of the messengers at the Ghost Post Office are ordinary people; caution is the best policy.

Seeing that Zhang Han was holding "Truth," the bespectacled man didn't dare to resist and handed over his belongings.

"Oh, you even have a press pass. Happy New Year... I didn't realize you were a propaganda officer. But what you filmed today will have a bad impact if it gets out, so I'll delete it for you."

Zhang Han deleted the photos from the camera, handed them to the bespectacled man, and turned to Link, saying, "Mr. Link, he's just an ordinary person. Should we let him leave for now?"

"Um."

Link nodded and said to Li Qingyi, "You will take Wei Defu's body to Xingmen Group later. The address is No. 66, Qingyuan East Road, Dachang City."

"OK!"

It must be said that Li Qingyi's attitude was indeed good, but her performance was still too immature.

Lin Ke sighed inwardly and said to Zhang Han, "Old Zhang, let's go in together later and take the coffin out. We absolutely can't leave it inside."

"Link, what kind of coffin do you two Ghost Masters need to carry? Is there some kind of vengeful ghost inside?"

Light footsteps approached, and a head popped out from the bushes behind. The head lingered on the red letter on the ground for a moment before curiously looking around.

"Cao Yang? What are you doing in Dachang City instead of Dajin City? Are you chasing after a celebrity?"

Link called out the name of the person who came, who was Cao Yang, the alternate person in charge of the headquarters in Otsu City.

He wasn't wrong; the film and television star industry in Dachang City is thriving, and many people grew up watching Dachang City TV programs.

"Officer, please save me! I'm so scared, sob sob... Those three were carrying guns, and they just killed an innocent passerby. I, I saw it all."

Before Cao Yang could speak, He Xinnian, with his sharp eyes, noticed that Cao Yang was wearing a uniform that was extremely similar to that of the person in charge of the law enforcement bureau. He immediately saw Cao Yang as a savior, grabbed Cao Yang's shoulders, and began to cry loudly.

Cao Yang comforted the reporter, He, and finally managed to coax him out of the Qingyin Theater.

He rolled his eyes at Link and sighed helplessly, "Isn't it all to befriend you? Headquarters assigned me, the person in charge with unlimited potential, to Dachang City so that it would be easier to do business with your Stargate Group in the future."

"See, I detected that you were abusing your authority as the person in charge of Yangjian, carrying guns and traveling by plane. I was still dealing with a paranormal incident, so I rushed over here without stopping."

"Don't worry, our Xingmen Group is a legitimate ghost-catching company, and we would never cause trouble on our own initiative."

Link chuckled: "And you've really struck gold right now. There's a paranormal incident that's at least S-level. Come on, let's deal with it together."

"Huh? This abandoned theater, S-rank? You're kidding me!"

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