Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

Bu Chengyi trembled even more violently; his intuition told him that it was a real gun!

"He... he wanted to get Master's ghostly voice. Thirty years ago, he and Master fought over this thing... but seven days ago, he didn't seem to have succeeded. The day we carried the coffin in, he was very weak and could barely walk."

"Is that so?"

Link remained noncommittal. He knew this person was definitely hiding something, but now was not the time to pry.

Over at the stage, there seemed to be the sound of wet feet stepping on the ground, perhaps the Ghost Lake was beginning to invade this area.

Five minutes had passed since they entered the house. In two more minutes, he and Zhang Han would recover. The important thing now was to leave with the coffin.

The ghostly blue aura spread, trying to get closer to the central coffin, but before it could spread very far, it was blocked by countless eerie spider webs.

The ban on Ghost Domain was expected.

Link's expression remained unchanged as he looked at Bu Chengyi and Ren Yongping and said calmly, "Even if you leave here, you won't live for more than a few days. I'll give you two choices: one is to stay here and help me block the door, and I will give your families three million after we leave; the other is to leave with us, but you must wear golden gloves and clear a path to He Xiaodie's coffin."

I'll count to three, and if I don't choose, I'll stay where I am.

Upon hearing this, both of their expressions turned ugly.

They thought they had finally received help from the authorities, but instead, they were met with a ruthless killer.

Neither of these two paths offered a way out!

"Three, two..."

"leave!"

"I'm leaving too!"

The two chose to leave at the same time. Link tossed out two pairs of golden gloves, raised his chin, and urged them on:

"Hurry up, or we'll all die."

Two minutes later, Zhang Han regained his mobility and took out a pair of golden gloves from his backpack. He put them on and used them to pull the spider webs that the two had missed to another location.

Cao Yang remained silent, taking Zhang Han's place to block the door. He knew that this supernatural event was largely due to these two still-living tomb raiders, and letting them clear the way was a way of atonement.

The footsteps outside became chaotic, as the vengeful spirits, drawn by the presence of the living, began to gather in this direction.

However, they were blocked by the disheveled, vengeful ghost that had been knocking on the door, and were unable to get close.

"Cough cough..."

Link felt a tickle in his throat and couldn't help but cough.

A foreign object sensation came from my throat, and with a little effort, I vomited out several pieces of internal organs.

My body felt even colder.

"As expected, vengeful ghosts never show any manners. Knocking on the door? It's just to make killing easier."

Link guessed that this vengeful ghost's killing pattern was to attack at close range as soon as it saw something. The tattered window paper could not block its vision, and the most deadly attack had already arrived silently.

We can't just let the evil spirits attack like this.

Link's eyes flashed with a cold light as he took out a red ghost candle.

The candle flame had just been lit when it exploded like a firecracker, bursting into clusters of beautiful sparks that instantly burned a fifth of its length.

The lush green light pushed the darkness in the room into a corner, and the vengeful ghost behind the door began to retreat towards the stage on its own.

"Beep, beep..."

The ghost candle burned very quickly; at this rate, it wouldn't even last ten minutes.

Three minutes later, the wet footsteps in the yard were getting closer, and the echoing, whirring sounds in the space became clearer.

Ghost Lake and Ghost Actor.

They've got their eyes on this place too!

At this moment, the ghost candle had burned down to nearly half its original size. If those two fierce ghosts came over, the ghost candle would definitely be extinguished in a second.

"Mr. Lin, we've arrived."

Behind the layers upon layers of costumes, Zhang Han's excited voice came from within.

"Old Zhang, you carry the coffin first, I'm coming right now."

"We've taken it on."

Link's eyes narrowed, he took a deep breath, blew out the ghost candle's flame, and a ghostly blue light spread out, enveloping him and Cao Yang as they walked along the path Zhang Han had carved out.

As soon as the two left, the dilapidated wooden door swung open, and a cold wind howled into the room, causing the cobwebs all over the room to shake rapidly.

The first thing to step into the room was not the disheveled, vengeful ghost, but a slender figure wearing embroidered shoes and a gorgeous theatrical costume.

Her figure was graceful and slender, and the opera lyrics she uttered were plaintive and heart-wrenching: "The Princess Changping offers incense with tears in her eyes, willing to give her life to thank her parents..."

The spiderwebs seemed to be infected by the opera lyrics; the spiderwebs that approached the figure broke and disintegrated, making way for him.

Behind them, a disheveled ghost and a pale, soaking wet female corpse walked in step by step, approaching the center of the house.

Further back, a jumble of messy footprints appeared on the ground, as if many unseen vengeful ghosts were searching for traces of the living.

In the center of the room, Zhang Han and the ghost tattoo on his shoulder carried the black coffin one in front of the other. Bu Chengyi and Ren Yongping stood far to the side, afraid of being eaten by Zhang Han's ghost.

Lin Ke cursed the two men inwardly for being cowards. He put his left hand on Zhang Han's shoulder and expanded his ghost domain, bringing the two ordinary people to his side.

"Grab my shoulders, I'll open the door."

Without a second thought, Cao Yang placed his hand on Link's shoulder and held it tightly, as if he were still holding the body bag imprisoning the vengeful ghost with his other hand. He would have wanted to hang on Link.

The other two were a beat slower, but they also subconsciously did the same.

Link's aura turned as cold and sinister as a ghost. He stretched out his right hand, and a dark blue portal instantly formed at his fingertips. With a thought, the four people and the coffin were enveloped by the ghost domain and crashed into the portal.

At the last moment, Link saw a slender hand with painted nails reach into the Ghost Realm without any hindrance, its fingers forming an orchid shape, gently hooking backward.

Every movement is full of beautiful charm, yet it conceals the most terrifying attack.

A chilling aura approached, and Link could clearly sense that one of the hands on his shoulder was missing.

Another person was left forever in the Ghost Theater by the vengeful ghost.

With the blue portal gone, the vengeful spirits in the storage room lost their target and began to wander aimlessly again.

They are collecting puzzle pieces, bloodily piecing together a more complete and powerful entity.

Just like that wet female corpse, it had now silently approached the nearest vengeful ghost and embraced it tightly.

On the other side, the three people and the coffin successfully entered the supernatural land. The surrounding atmosphere was even more dangerous, but because of their speed as fast as a shooting star, they were far ahead of many evil spirits.

On the dirt road, an old bus was moving slowly and steadily.

In the back seat, a man wearing a baseball cap was startled awake. He stared at the receding blue light, so startled that his cap fell off, revealing a shiny bald head.

He patted the man next to him on the shoulder, his expression strange, and said:

"If I told you I just saw a coffin speeding down the road, even overtaking a bus, would you believe me?"

"I don't believe you! Don't disturb my sleep!"

……

On the street outside the Qingyin Theater in Daechang City.

A portal of light suddenly appeared, and several figures emerged from it amidst the astonished gazes of the law enforcement officers.

"Old Zhang, we're safe for now. Put the coffin down."

Link looked up at the sun, and a faint warmth finally rose from his cold body.

Zhang Han gently lowered the coffin, turned around, and asked in surprise, "Why is one missing? Where's that bald man?"

He was referring to Bu Chengyi.

Link put on a golden glove on his right arm and said without looking up, "The last female ghost to arrive stole my soul and left me in the Ghost Theater. I guess I'm getting intimate with a vengeful ghost right now."

That's fate. If they had hesitated for even a second or two less, they would have come out unscathed today.

Cao Yang stomped his feet a few times to make sure he was back in the real world. He released Link's shoulder, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and sighed, "It felt like I was just teetering on the brink of death. If I had stayed there for even a second longer, I would have had a 50% chance of dying."

He witnessed Bu Chengyi suddenly die, his dead face bearing a strange, fanatical smile, before he turned and ran in the direction of the orchid finger gesture.

Anyone who didn't know better would think they were chasing after a celebrity.

The only survivor, Ren Yongping, showed no joy at surviving the ordeal. He sat on the ground, his expression dejected, two streams of murky tears sliding down his face, and he said in a mournful voice:

"Hehe, haha~~ We were wrong, we were wrong a long time ago, we were wrong thirty years ago. We shouldn't have pushed our junior brother into that non-existent door, nor should we have been jealous of the power he gained, forcing him to lose control... We are truly a bunch of troublemakers, we have harmed our junior brother, harmed our master, and in the end, we even killed ourselves!"

Cao Yang frowned, realizing that Ren Yongping knew a lot of information, and waved for the law enforcement officers to take Ren Yongping back to the law enforcement bureau to make a statement.

Link looked back at Qingyin Theater, which was still desolate. He instructed Cao Yang, "There is a red letter on the ground in the courtyard. Do not let anyone touch it. It will disappear naturally over time. But keep a close eye on it. Someone will definitely come and deliver the letter to the place you just left, making the Ghost Theater fully visible."

Seeing the panic in Cao Yang's eyes, a smile appeared on Link's face:

"So here's the question, Manager Cao..."

Are you going to ask headquarters for help, or outsource to Xingmen Group?

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