Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

Zhang Han's body was still half-numb at this moment. Blocking the door was already the limit, and he had no way to deal with the ghost clinging to his leg.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as he looked down at the hunched, vengeful ghost and said angrily:

"What a piece of junk! This isn't fair! I'm supposed to be numb for at least seven minutes, but it only took one minute to recover?"

This is the helplessness humans face when fighting against vengeful ghosts.

The living are physically weak and are also limited by the resurgence of evil spirits. The slightest injury will cause their combat power to decline sharply. On the other hand, the evil spirits are immortal and can launch endless attacks on people, with a very high margin for error.

"Mr. Lin, he hasn't attacked me yet. Does he want me to take the money from his plate?"

Zhang Han felt that this ghost money looked colorful and obviously wasn't a good thing; getting it would likely result in it being tainted by a curse.

Link grinned and said, "Is it possible that it's asking you for money?"

This ghost moved among the private booths with a humble attitude, clearly a "waiter" at the Ghost Theater, responsible not only for serving tea and water but also for collecting tea fees from the audience.

Of the three, only Zhang Han had close contact with the vengeful ghost, which is why he was the first to be entangled by it.

Moreover, the patterns of vengeful ghosts seem to be more complex than that.

If someone skips out on the bill...

"No, its expression is changing; even my ghost is being suppressed!"

Zhang Han looked terrified as he noticed the smile on the begging ghost's face gradually disappear, replaced by a serious and angry expression. His two ghosts also fell silent.

This ghost has a fierce personality. When it couldn't get money by humbly begging, it began its attack.

The money-begging ghost stood up, his two-meter height exuding an oppressive aura. He grabbed a wooden tray and slammed it down on Zhang Han.

No, it's more than two meters.

In that instant, Zhang Han felt the money-begging ghost's figure growing taller and taller, as if it were bursting through the roof, and the bright red, shiny wooden plate became so large that it blotted out the sky.

Compared to them, I am like an ant, extremely small, about to be buried in the next moment, joining the copper coins and ghost coins inside.

Just as he was beginning to despair.

"Snap"

A strange electric current struck the money-begging ghost, but it only paused its movements for a second.

In that very second, Link snatched the blood-stained ram's horn hammer from Zhang Han's hand and slammed it down on his head.

"duang~~~"

A slightly heavier metallic sound rang out than before, and the money-begging ghost stood at attention again. This time, a noticeable dent appeared on its head, and it might stand at attention for even longer.

Link also experienced the side effects of the bloodstained ram's horn hammer.

This paralysis is similar to being slammed hard against a steel pillar with a steel bar. The tremor starts from the arm and spreads, even affecting the evil spirit inside the body, causing it to fall into a strange state of stiffness.

Perhaps the supernatural power of the vengeful spirit within Link was even stronger, because the only area where he was paralyzed was one arm and half of his chest.

He pulled a golden body bag from his waist, hopped over to Cao Yang, and quickly said, "Cao Yang, go and lock it up."

Last time, they temporarily let the money-begging ghost go because the evil spirit in the private seating area was about to attack them.

Now that the other evil spirits are kept out, why should we let the money-begging ghost go?

Then their trip to this storage room was for nothing?

"good!"

Cao Yang took the body bag and quickly stuffed the money-begging ghost into it.

The money-grubbing ghost was imprisoned, and having lost its target, it curled up again in the body bag, only occasionally wriggling a couple of times.

With the crisis temporarily averted, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Han, in particular, almost thought he was going to die.

Link's gaze turned cold as he looked at the two living people in the storage room, his voice carrying a hint of murderous intent: "You're the ones blocking my way. Tell me, how do you want to die?"

After the two men fell to the ground, they were unable to get up again, and the low moans they made sounded more like weak babbling.

Link didn't approach, stalling for time to recover his condition first.

After struggling for a while, one of them finally rolled over, facing the three of them, his eyes pleading: "Water, water..."

The man was in his fifties, and his medium-length hair could not hide his receding hairline; he was also slightly overweight.

Upon seeing the man's face clearly, Link raised an eyebrow and said, "Bu Chengyi? What are you still doing here?"

According to his estimation, even if the four coffin bearers hadn't escaped, they should have been killed by the vengeful ghost long ago. He never expected them to still be alive.

Seeing Bu Chengyi's weak appearance, he said to Cao Yang, "I have some water and food in my backpack. Take it and let him eat some first. We need the information he needs."

The standard for items carried in the backpack was set by Qi Wanhe. In addition to the red and white ghost candles and some gold tools, there were five compressed biscuits and a bottle of mineral water, which could meet the minimum consumption of a ghost tamer for five to ten days.

After all, the body of a ghost tamer is moving closer to that of a corpse, and their metabolic rate is very slow.

With these supplies, even if they get caught up in a paranormal event, they can survive a little longer.

After drinking a little water, Bu Chengyi's complexion improved considerably, and he said haltingly, "Thank you so much, young brother. You... seem to... know me?"

Link said coldly, "You robbed He Xiaodie's grave, and you carried her coffin in. Do you know how many people you're going to kill by doing this?"

When Bu Chengyi caught a glimpse of Cao Yang's uniform, he already realized that his scheme had been exposed. Upon hearing this, he sighed and said, "We also have our reasons..."

He recounted his terrifying experiences during that period.

A month ago, Wei Defu, the junior apprentice who had been missing for many years, suddenly found the four of them and kidnapped their family members, forcing them to dig up their master He Xiaodie's grave and steal the coffin.

The ghost on Wei Defu was very fierce and could set fires. The four men were terrified and had no choice but to obey orders.

After they brought He Xiaodie's coffin back and placed it upstairs at the Qingyin Theater, Wei Defu disappeared for a while, reappearing nine days ago. He had four men carry the coffin into this haunted place, and on the eighth night, he opened the coffin precisely on time.

Before leaving, Wei Teh-fu solemnly assured them that this was the last thing they were asked to do.

"Junior Brother still has some conscience. Out of consideration for our childhood friendship, he gave us four pieces of black paper. As long as we light them, we can leave this place. But Mo Liangxin has no conscience. Three days ago, he stole our black paper while we were sleeping and ran away beforehand!"

When Mo Liangxin was mentioned, Bu Chengyi gritted his teeth in hatred: "He also took away our food and was trying to drive us to our doom."

Link didn't speak. The letter from the Ghost Post Office could be lit to enter the Ghost Post Office and get rid of this haunted place, but it would only prolong his life.

Mo Liangxin will become a messenger for the Ghost Post Office and die during one of her mail delivery missions, though the exact date is unknown.

One could say that Wei Defu had some conscience, but not much.

He looked at the other survivor, a man with a buzz cut and a square face; it was indeed Ren Yongping.

"What about Qu Meihong? Did she run off with Mo Liangxin too?"

When Qu Meihong was mentioned, fear welled up in the eyes of both Bu Chengyi and Ren Yongping.

"Yesterday she was so thirsty that she decided to drink from that puddle outside, and then... she fell in and never managed to climb out."

The puddle was only a shallow layer, barely enough to touch the bottom with half a finger, yet it still managed to drown an adult, scaring the two of them so much that they never dared to run around again.

Lin Ke recalled the female corpse in the puddle on the stage, never expecting that it was Qu Meihong.

Ghost Lake has taken a life, and there's a chance more supernatural occurrences will appear. We can't stay here any longer!

Link pressed further, "You've stayed here for seven days, have you noticed anything strange about this place?"

"have!"

Bu Chengyi's body trembled: "Every night, a dead old woman appears here, covering everything with a layer of spider webs. At first, we didn't know what these spider webs were for, until three days ago, when the places on our bodies that had come into contact with the spider webs all turned like this..."

He lifted his sleeve, and in the dim light, one could see stripes of purplish-black marks, emitting a faint, lingering scent of corpses.

Link's gaze sharpened; this fragrance was actually quite similar to that of the ghost flower.

Could it be that the old woman pulling the spider web and the ghost flower are pieces of a puzzle together?

"Oh, these are lividity marks. I have quite a few on my body too. You should think about how to prepare for your funerals, if you can still get out of here."

Cao Yang squeezed Bu Chengyi's arm and examined it, then drew a conclusion.

Ordinary people who are corrupted by supernatural forces generally don't live long.

Link opened his phone. After so many changes, it was only 3:30 pm. That dead old woman shouldn't show up.

He looked up and, through the layers of costumes, could vaguely see the black coffin in the center of the room.

A flash of inspiration struck him.

"No, the red letters from the Ghost Post Office have very short delivery dates. How could Wei Defu know a month in advance that He Xiaodie's grave needed to be dug up?"

Unless, of course, he had another purpose, or even already achieved it!

He pulled out a gold pistol from his waist and aimed it at Bu Chengyi.

"What was Wei Defu's purpose in having you rob tombs?"