Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

Upon hearing about the ghost eye, Yang Jian became even more curious and wanted to know which of the two different ghost eyes was superior.

Could they even be pieces of a paranormal puzzle?

He picked up a handsaw and sawed a slit along the poorly welded part of the gold box. With a "click," the bright red hair ornament inside was revealed.

A strong smell of corpses emanated from the golden box. Fortunately, both of them were prepared and launched their attack while holding their breath.

A blue arc of electricity streaked across the air and landed on the ghost flower in the blink of an eye.

The ghost flower trembled slightly, and fresh blood gushed from its stamen. The petals rippled like waves, and the outline of an eyeball could be clearly seen moving uneasily.

The headless ghostly figure beside him had already stood up. A pitch-black arm passed through the corpse fragrance and tightly grasped the ghost head flower in its hand, with a dense shadow surging into the flower.

The resurgence of the Ghost Flower was not high, and the suppressive power of the headless ghost shadow was formed instantly.

The stench of the corpse dissipated, and the bleeding stopped abruptly.

Even the petals faded and turned grayish-white, showing signs of withering.

Using the headless ghost's ability to reassemble its body, one of the eyeballs in the ghost flower was easily removed.

Link watched as the illusory pages of the book flipped through his eyes, silently recording the eerie sight of the headless ghost. He then took out a golden bag and carefully sealed the eyeballs inside.

"Wait a minute, there's still something inside, but I need to rest. The paranormal puzzle is very attractive to the headless ghost, and I'm having a hard time controlling it."

Red cracks appeared uncontrollably on Yang Jian's body, and sweat quickly soaked his clothes, making him look like a corpse just pulled from the water, even more devoid of the life of a living person.

Link was surprised by the unexpected surprise below and nodded, saying, "Okay, should we use the red ghost candle to speed up the recovery?"

"The resurgence of vengeful spirits is irreversible; there's no need to waste resources."

Yang Jian shook his head, put the ghost flower into the golden box and sealed it, then sat down in a chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Link didn't sit idle; he used astrology and the supernatural power of the parchment to probe the success rate of the ascension ritual.

"The end of my promotion ceremony."

"I'm conducting the promotion ceremony..."

The star map and ink marks intertwined, and images appeared in my mind.

Under the vast starry sky, Link, who has only one arm, raises his palm, and wisps of nebula gather at his fingertips, transforming into layers of portals.

Behind him, a figure in a black shirt lay face down on the ground, motionless. His clothes were exactly the same as Yang Jian's, except that there was an old straw rope around his neck.

Yang Jian is dead.

"I have become a [Mystic], and have mastered new powers. The headless ghost has also crashed and is no longer able to control Yang Jian's corpse. It seems that the plan was a success."

A satisfied smile appeared on Link's face.

His plan was simple: to make Yang Jian "die" once, allowing the headless ghost to control Yang Jian's corpse and ghost eyes, while he himself would always turn his back to the headless ghost, endlessly triggering its killing patterns, ultimately achieving the effect of successfully carrying out the ritual and causing the headless ghost to crash.

The specific details are indeed troublesome in practice, but they are very reliable.

After about ten minutes, Yang Jian reopened his eyes and expressionlessly repeated the previous actions.

Having lost both of its eyeballs, the Ghost Flower is now just an empty shell, its color dull and faded. However, it still retains a considerable amount of supernatural power, making it a supernatural prop with a limited number of uses.

The two of them don't have time to study the effects of using the supernatural hair ornament right now.

"Now it's time to get my eyes transplanted, to put two ghost eyeballs into my eye sockets."

Link stood there in front of Yang Jian, waiting for Yang Jian's move.

Seeing Link caught off guard, Yang Jian took a deep breath. The tall, headless ghost figure held two ghost eyeballs in one hand to maintain his suppressive power, while extending his index and middle fingers with the other hand and pointing them at Link's brow.

"Pat-pat"

A deep sound echoed in the basement:

"Forgive me, Sasuke, this is the last time."

"Cough cough cough... You're having a good time being cheeky, aren't you?"

Link choked on his saliva and coughed for a while before opening his eyes and looking at Yang Jian with a helpless expression.

"Hehe, okay, then I'll say it another way: Today I'll gouge out your eyes, and tomorrow you can come and take mine..."

Just then, a dark shadow flashed past his eyes, and Link's world instantly turned pitch black.

There was no light or shadow, no pain, only a sense of loss and helplessness, abandoned in the dark wilderness.

Yang Jian felt a chill run down his spine when he saw Link's eyes, which were now just black, empty sockets. He quickly replaced them with two ghost eyes.

The headless ghost adjusted and positioned the ghost eyeball, then smoothly lifted it and placed it on Link's crown, closing its five fingers as if to remove Link's head.

"roll!"

Yang Jian's face turned ugly. He let out a low shout, and five twisted red eyes immediately appeared on the headless ghost, pinning it to the ground so that it could not move at all.

Link's side also went smoothly. As soon as the Ghost Eye touched a living person's body, it began to wriggle restlessly, trying to burrow in all directions.

It seems that this ghost eye can grow anywhere, except in the eye socket.

Link dealt with this methodically, mobilizing the apprentice ghost's supernatural power to completely confine the ghost's eyeballs within their sockets, and quickly establishing a connection between the master and the master.

The ghost eye's supernatural power was much weaker than the summoning ghost hand; it only lasted for a short three minutes before obediently accepting its fate of being controlled.

Link opened his eyes, which were deathly gray with a hint of bloodlust, and looked at the world, which was a hundred times clearer than before, and laughed heartily.

"Ghosts are really powerful. The supernatural puzzle is even better than the hot-swap in Five Villages Melee: The Legend of the Eyes."

He acquired all of the Ghost Eye's supernatural abilities, including hallucinations, tracking, and repression.

After the fusion, the killing pattern of the Ghost Eye was completed. Now it can not only attack through eerie fragrances, but also through gaze.

The longer you look at someone, the stronger the oppressive force you can generate, and the more terrifying the attack will be.

"Perhaps the demon tamer who created the Demon Head Flower wanted to make it easier to detect and imprison, thus concealing this pattern of murder."

Link realized something.

"The first step was a success, let's move on to the second step. I'm not feeling well."

Yang Jian urged, taking out a golden box from his pocket, on which was labeled the name of the evil spirit imprisoned.

[Bloodstained old newspaper]

"Okay, I'll call Zhao Lei over right now."

After Lin Ke made a phone call, Zhao Lei rushed to the basement.

"Mr. Lin, here is the wood shavings you requested that contain supernatural power. I got an extra half pound, so it's a pound and a half now."

Zhao Lei was pale, with dark circles under his eyes, and looked weak; he had clearly stayed up all night.

And indeed, that was the case. That night, he tormented the ghost puppet he was controlling to no end, and it was almost impossible for him to suppress the ghostly candle flame in his chest.

Link patted Zhao Lei on the shoulder and sighed, "Don't exceed the mission requirements; that would just be a waste of your supernatural abilities."

Zhao Lei gave an awkward smile.

"I was afraid it wouldn't be enough."