Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

The woman wore heavy makeup, looking beautiful and mature, and her figure appeared particularly voluptuous and full under the red cheongsam.

Judging from her alluring demeanor, she doesn't seem like a woman of this era; rather, she looks like a noblewoman who just stepped out of a Republican-era spy drama.

"Hahaha... Well done, beautiful lady! Kid, you see? We messengers who crawled out of piles of corpses aren't so easy to deal with!"

The messenger with the large tattoo on his arm burst into wild laughter and fled behind the woman in the red cheongsam.

Having seemingly found a powerful backer, a hint of malice gradually appeared in his gaze as he stared at Link.

Now that they have the red letter, they will naturally use their numbers to bully the few and avenge Link for killing his friend.

"Liu Qingqing?"

Link called out the name of the woman in the red cheongsam slowly and deliberately, his expression no longer relaxed.

Because Liu Qingqing obtained a supernatural puzzle piece from Zhang Youhong, one of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China, her memory was affected, causing her to become somewhat mentally impaired and her personality to become extreme, making her a vengeful person.

In the end, he was just a resurrection tool with no real ability but a terrible temper.

She herself is not difficult to deal with, but with that red cheongsam, she is indeed difficult to kill.

Liu Qingqing's eyelids twitched, her smug smile vanished, and her tone became somewhat hostile: "Oh? You recognize me? You seem quite familiar with me... but I don't remember ever having any contact with you."

The thought of memories that didn't belong to her suddenly appearing in her mind filled her with unease.

She was afraid that the man knew something.

Link said indifferently, "Contact? No need. You just need to know that even if you get the letter, you can't deliver it to its destination."

The sunk costs of Ghost Opera House are too high. Giving up now would mean all our previous efforts would be wasted. It's better to take a gamble.

At worst, we can break the apprentice ghost's slumber, lift the restrictions, deal with these people in front of us, and immediately begin the promotion ceremony.

The heavily tattooed messenger seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and mocked sarcastically, "You think the messengers who came were just these few at the front gate? Let me tell you, we have people behind us too."

As soon as the words were spoken, a man and a woman emerged from the tall grass. One was an ordinary person holding a supernatural object, and the other was a ghost tamer with a chilling aura.

In the blink of an eye, the corpse of the messenger in the floral shirt walked stiffly to Link's side, a strange smile on its face as it faced Liu Qingqing and the others.

Link didn't speak, but at the same time as the corpse beside him, he raised his right hand and waved it gently.

This attack targeted only one person: the messenger who possessed the Ghost Domain.

"Tan Jianfei, come here, come here..."

"Tan Jianfei, come here..."

"Well……"

With the double supernatural event occurring simultaneously, the messenger named Tan Jianfei didn't even have time to defend himself. Two lines of bloody tears streamed down his cheeks, and he only managed a muffled groan before losing his last breath.

Only a corpse remained, its steps stiff as it walked toward Link.

"What a joke! Tan Jianfei, a man with two vengeful ghosts, was killed in an instant!?"

The messenger with the large tattoo on his arm looked terrified, and his calves were spinning.

What's the difference between this and the King of Hell's roll call?

Having acquired the Ghost Slave, the supernatural power to summon ghost hands has been enhanced.

It was reviving, and Link felt his right arm was becoming somewhat unresponsive, requiring all his strength to control it and stop it from moving.

The correct approach now is to use the apprentice ghost's supernatural abilities to restore the summoning ghost to calm, interrupting its resurrection process, thus avoiding death from the resurrection of the vengeful ghost.

Link didn't do that. He pressed his right arm down with his left hand, forcibly stopping his arm from swinging. His eyes were filled with blood, almost overflowing.

When blood and tears fall, it signifies his death at the resurrection of vengeful spirits.

A cold smile spread across his pale face:

"It's three against three now, or it could be three against one. The person I call out is almost certainly going to die, so... should we continue?"

Liu Qingqing's face darkened, a resolute glint flashing in her eyes. She hissed, "Ignore him. There are four of us. As long as one of us drops the letter into the Qingyin Theater, our mission will be complete!"

Before her teammates could react, she turned and ran towards the theater building in her high heels.

"Hmph, trying to escape? Have you even asked my Ghost Realm?"

A flash of blue light appeared, and Link and the two corpses behind him were already standing outside the theater building, with only Liu Qingqing in front of them.

Having eliminated the messenger who possessed the Ghost Domain, the remaining people were at Link's mercy.

Just a moment ago, Link teleported all those people outside the gate.

Besides Liu Qingqing...

At this moment, the cheongsam she wore emitted a red light, making the color even more vibrant and alluring. Link's ghostly domain was also eroded by the presence of the red cheongsam, creating a void.

The red cheongsam possesses a very high level of supernatural power; neither Meng Xiaodong's invasion nor Zhang Dong's erasure could harm it.

With only two and a half layers of Ghost Eye strength, the Ghost Domain naturally couldn't affect Liu Qingqing.

Another ghost slave was added, and the vengeful spirit within them was also reviving. The supernatural forces were fighting against each other, constantly stimulating the resurrection of the ghost hand that summoned people.

Link was sweating profusely; he was about to lose control.

"You're about to die, and you can't stop me. Just get out of my way, and you'll live a little longer."

Liu Qingqing looked relaxed, believing that she was still able to stand here thanks to her own efforts.

Link, panting heavily, veins throbbing on his forehead, stared intently at Liu Qingqing, gritting his teeth as he said, "I can make one more move. Want to take a gamble? Let's bet on whether a triple-layered attack of vengeful spirits can take your life!"

Seeing the eerie smiles on the faces of the two messenger corpses behind Link, Liu Qingqing felt a sense of unease and subconsciously took a step back.

The two layers of supernatural energy just now were enough to ruthlessly kill a dual-ghost tamer.

She couldn't imagine how terrifying a supernatural attack on the third floor would be.

Liu Qingqing hesitated for a moment, still unwilling to leave, and earnestly said, "You shouldn't be an official person in charge. We messengers are only trying to live a little longer, and we won't harm you in any way. Why risk your life to stop us? If you are willing to leave, we can even give you some supernatural items that can save your life."

Link used the apprentice ghost's supernatural powers to suppress the restlessness of the summoning ghost's hand, and his tone calmed down slightly.

He found a balance between the two, allowing the Summoning Hand to launch attacks at any time.

"The life or death of your ghost post office messengers is none of my business. All I know is that Dachang City is mine, and I will never allow the Ghost Theater to come to the real world."

Such an absurd reason stunned Liu Qingqing, who then burst into laughter.

She laughed so hard she could barely breathe, and sneered, "Heh... I thought you had some noble and righteous reason, but it turns out it's just to fight for territory later? You ambitious schemer, aren't you no different from us messengers, all jinxes? So selfish and self-serving!"

"I have never claimed to be a noble person."

Link's gaze lingered on the red cheongsam, and he suddenly let out a hoarse laugh:

"There's a better way to handle this, one that might temporarily free you from your messenger's fate."

Liu Qingqing swallowed hard, a bad feeling creeping over her.