Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

Behind the stage was a deep darkness, and logically speaking, this was the fastest way to go.

Of course, they die the fastest.

The red benches appear to be empty, but in reality, each bench is occupied by a vengeful ghost with extremely high supernatural power.

Ordinary people who get close to the bench will accidentally sit on it and be attacked and killed by vengeful ghosts.

Moreover, the red benches can be replicated indefinitely. Each bench can not only isolate the ghost realm but also seal off the space. Once it targets you, it will be difficult to escape.

Perhaps all the red benches here are replicas, but Link doesn't dare to gamble.

With each additional one of these, the mortality rate will skyrocket.

The puddle of water in the middle of the stage looked even more gloomy.

That's a remnant of the Ghost Lake. It hasn't dried up all these years, so it's obvious that there must be some supernatural power involved. Once you get involved, you'll be dragged into the Ghost Lake and treated as a specimen.

There are relatively few private seats on the left and right sides of the lobby. Further back is a corridor that leads to the backstage storage room.

Thinking of this, Link breathed a sigh of relief.

Based on the original work, it can be inferred that the master of the Ghost Opera House was dismembered by the ghost-controlling people of the Republic of China because he failed to control the evil spirits.

The three top-tier vengeful ghosts—the Ghost Stage, the Ghost Troupe, and the Actor Ghost—were broken into pieces and imprisoned in different places. In addition, He Xiaodie was still suppressed in the coffin, so the level of danger dropped sharply.

It makes no sense that Qu Meihong and the other three ordinary people were able to carry the coffin in alive, while the three ghost tamers were stuck here.

Cao Yang picked up his satellite-guided phone, and sure enough, it displayed "No Signal".

He didn't make any rash moves, his eyes quickly scanning his surroundings, trying to memorize everything he saw so he could create a new file on the vengeful ghost when he returned to the real world.

Zhang Han tried to find traces left by the coffin bearers and finally found some soil particles at the threshold between the main hall and the right corridor.

It must have been after crossing the threshold that he stumbled.

"Mr. Lin, the people carrying the coffin are walking on the right."

Upon hearing this, Link frowned slightly.

The astrologer's intuition told him that going to the left would reduce the chances of encountering danger.

"Old Zhang, let's go to the left."

The ghostly blue aura expanded, enveloping the four people, and silently spread towards the left corridor.

The tables and chairs in the private seating area have a powerful sense of oppression, greatly compressing the space of the Ghost Domain. The Ghost Domain, which could originally cover half of the city, can now only expand to the width of a one-meter aisle.

Soon, the Ghost Realm passed the first octagonal table.

"squeak--"

Beside the octagonal table, a chair with a backrest suddenly moved back more than ten centimeters, making a harsh scraping sound, as if the unseen vengeful ghost sitting on it had stood up, and the chair was being moved by its lower legs.

The ghost realm was instantly suppressed, turning into a narrow cuboid that was only half a meter wide.

"Thump, thump, thump"

Heavy, hurried footsteps came from upstairs, the sound even right above their heads.

"Holy crap, something dirty is watching us."

Cao Yang cautiously looked up, his gaze meeting a pair of blood-red eyes peering through a crack in the floorboards. Those eyes held a strange, amused look, as if to say—

"Found you!"

A drop of dark red blood dripped from a crack in the floorboards, passed through the ghostly realm, and with a "plop," landed right in Cao Yang's left eye.

"Are you kidding me? Link, even your Ghost Domain can't stop it?"

Cao Yang broke out in a cold sweat and quickly lowered his head, trying to wipe the blood from his eyes.

However, this was all in vain; the attack of the vengeful spirits... had begun!

"what!"

An unimaginable pain shot through his eyes and penetrated deep into his brain, causing Cao Yang to experience a brief period of mental blankness.

This was just the beginning. He could clearly "see" the blood in his eye sockets expanding wildly, and even a miniature, hideous ghost claw emerging from his left eye, scratching his face.

Next came the second miniature ghost claw, and then the head of a vengeful ghost.

He felt that if the vengeful ghost was allowed to continue its attacks, it might even break through the barrier and emerge from the drop of blood.

"Link is controlling the Ghost Realm, I can't let him down!"

A chilling aura rose from his palm as he lifted the withered hand bone, wrapped in the livid skin of a dead man, and placed it on his left eye socket.

The curse of the dead man's skin spread on its own, engaging in a supernatural battle with the drop of dark red blood.

Link remained unmoved and focused all his efforts on guiding the Ghost Domain through the VIP seating area of ​​the lobby.

In an instant, the sound of chairs being moved could be heard throughout the lobby.

As they moved forward through the ghostly blue domain, the chairs near the aisle moved back, not only encroaching on the domain's area but also revealing several blurry figures peering in their direction.

Just as Ghost Domain passed through the private seating area and was about to step into the corridor, a hunched figure suddenly appeared at the threshold of the corridor.

It wore old clothes, had a humble and ingratiating smile on its face, and held a wooden plate in both hands, tossing it up and down rhythmically to reveal a copper coin jumping inside, as well as colorful paper money.

Ghost!

The Ghost Realm has come to a standstill.

The evil spirits in the private seating area have been alerted, and the evil spirits upstairs could come running down the stairs at any moment. There is also an unknown evil spirit lying in wait at the front.

retreat?

After leaving the Ghost Opera House, how could He Xiaodie possibly recover?

While a brief period of peace may be attainable, He Xiaodie will gather the remaining pieces of the puzzle at the Ghost Opera House, causing the situation to deteriorate further. The end of the world is inevitable; she will only die a little later.

"Old Zhang, there's a ghost at the end of the Ghost Realm. Let's go there now, and when we see it, we'll smash it to death!"

In the blink of an eye, Link had already made his decision.

"Okay!"

Zhang Han gripped the wooden handle of the claw hammer tightly, his eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.

The next moment, the three disappeared through the doorway.

It reappeared outside the left corridor, the hunched ghost even pressed against Zhang Han's face.

"Die!"

The claw hammer ripped through the air, whistling through the wind, and struck the vengeful ghost on the head.

"duang~~~"

The two collided, producing a clear, crisp metallic sound.

With a single blow, the smile vanished from the hunchbacked ghost's face, replaced by an extremely serious expression. Its arms were pressed tightly against its thighs, and its entire body was taut like a zombie.

Wearing ripped cloth shoes, he stood on tiptoe, half of his foot firmly embedded in the gray bricks like a nail.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the ghost was unusually tall, nearly two meters high.

The strangest thing is the wooden tray it's holding. It's placed sideways on the edge of your thigh, but not a single coin has been pulled out.

Stand at attention with the hammer blow...

It's hard to imagine that such a bizarre scene could appear in a ghost theater surrounded by ghosts.

"Hiss... Mr. Lin, half of my body is numb. Push it away and continue using Ghost Domain to travel."

Zhang Han maintained his hammer-wielding stance and urged him quickly.

Link beckoned the ghost's hand out, pushing the vengeful spirit into a corner, and the ghostly domain spread forward once more.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them had arrived in the corridor.

Link could clearly see that, in the water on the ground, long black hair stretched out, and a pale-faced female corpse stretched out a swollen hand, trying to crawl out.

The red benches also reacted, their surfaces turning even redder, as if they were about to bleed.

"Snap"

Cao Yang finally survived the attack of the vengeful ghost. He forcibly pulled the drop of ghost blood from his eye, threw it on the ground, and trampled on it fiercely.

His left eyeball protruded from its socket, bleeding profusely, and drooped limply on his face, but he seemed oblivious, reaching out to forcefully push it back into its socket.

"Damn, what a fierce ghost! I almost died."

"Tap, tap, tap"

The footsteps continued from upstairs. This time, the vengeful ghost stopped chasing from upstairs and headed towards the stairs.

Cao Yang's heart tightened, and he felt another phantom pain in his brain. He hurriedly said, "Quick, quick! That thing is catching up!"

Fortunately, the corridor was clear, and Link manipulated the Ghost Domain to extend rapidly, moving the three of them to the outside of a wooden door.

Through the tattered window paper, you can see the costumes, weapons, and props displayed inside. These items are covered in dust and layer upon layer of cobwebs.

Spider web!?

Link's hand, which was about to push the door open, suddenly stopped.

Along their journey, they encountered not a single spider web, nor even a tiny moth or ant. So where did these "spider webs" come from?

The familiar footsteps moved from upstairs to the lobby, already close to the threshold of the corridor. Each step was like a drumbeat, striking hard against the hearts of the three.

To go in, or not to go in?

Enter!!!

The ghostly hand reached out and pushed the door, but it was only pushed open a little before being bounced back by an even stronger force.

Link heard two soft, rapid breaths behind the door. Anger flashed in his eyes, and he kicked the door hard.

"Bang—"

The door swung open, and two figures were thrown out, landing on the ground with weak groans.

Is it a living person?

Before they could even think about it, the ghostly aura flashed by, and the three of them disappeared outside the door, which then closed again.

This time, the two people blocking the door were Zhang Han and Cao Yang.

Footsteps stopped outside the door, and a disheveled figure was reflected on the window paper. Through the hole, one could see a young face dressed in a Republic-era long gown, with black blood constantly gushing from his gray eyes, as he stiffly knocked on the door.

"Thump, thump thump..."

Good news, this ghost is very polite and can't get in.

Bad news: a hunched-over ghost had somehow broken out of the ghost realm and was clinging tightly to Zhang Han's leg, a sinister smile on its face. It was holding up a wooden plate filled with round copper coins with square holes and colorful ghost coins, and shaking it up and down.

"Da, da, da..."

The money is ringing.

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