Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

Chapter 91 Yang Jian is Dead (Seeking First Subscription!)

In the basement, Link gave Zhao Lei an order that terrified him.

"Zhao Lei, use this newspaper to take down Yang Jian's face and keep it safe."

The second step of the plan was to remove Yang Jian's face with blood-stained old newspapers while preserving his consciousness.

At the same time, Yang Jian's body was suspended by the ghost rope to stimulate the headless ghost to revive to the greatest extent.

Zhao Lei found it absurd and mustered his courage to question, "President Lin, Yang Jian is our classmate. Even if we go our separate ways and live in different cities in the future, it doesn't warrant taking someone's life, does it?"

"Zhao Lei, do as I say. This is part of the plan."

Yang Jian put his arm around Zhao Lei's shoulder and explained, "I forcibly used three layers of the Ghost Domain at the Caesar Hotel, and my condition is very bad now. The vengeful ghost is close to resurrection, so I have to take a gamble and make it shut down in the supernatural collision. After the blood-stained old newspaper is removed from my face, it will retain my consciousness. Once one of the ghosts in my body shuts down and covers my face again, I will come back to life and become an even more powerful Ghost Master."

Even Zhao Lei, who usually enjoys taking risks, was stunned by this plan.

That's too daring. They even abandoned their entire body. Even if they survived, could they still be considered a living person?

"How did they come up with such a terrifying method?"

Zhao Lei's voice was hoarse; even he, a radical, felt that this method was too radical!

Link's two ghostly eyes darted around eerily, and he chuckled, "I thought of that last night when I was playing games with Zhang Wei and Yang Jian. Those two beasts, even though I only have one hand left, they still want to drag me into playing games."

"what?"

"This plan is sure to succeed, old classmate, give me a hand."

Yang Jian's request made Zhao Lei's gaze sharpen. He looked at Yang Jian intently and said, "Fine, I'll go crazy with you guys. Even if you don't come back, I'll take good care of Auntie."

Zhao Lei picked up a handsaw, preparing to cut open the gold box containing the blood-stained old newspapers that had been used as collateral.

After careful consideration, Yang Jian decided to call Liu Xiaoyu.

"Yang Jian, you did a great job on this support mission. Headquarters is ready to reward you. Quickly think about what you need and I'll report it to the higher-ups for you."

Liu Xiaoyu's voice is full of energy, like a chirping oriole.

"I have a sudden paranormal event to deal with. Don't call me for the next two days. If I don't come back—you have to do everything you can to keep it from my mom. Just say I'm busy with work, but everything is fine."

Yang Jian spoke in a flat tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

After a long silence, Liu Xiaoyu finally replied, "—Okay, Yang Jian, you will definitely come back alive!"

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Yang Jian's lips: "Of course, I will live on."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Jian looked at Lin Ke and Zhao Lei.

"Let's begin. I've already said goodbye to the others."

He was referring to Jiang Yan and Wang Shanshan.

As for Zhang Wei—last night's exhilarating game was enough.

Zhang Wei appears to be a goofy and optimistic person, but he actually knows everything. Every time he sees Lin Ke and Yang Jian again after a while, he can clearly feel that the cold aura around them is getting stronger, and they are one step closer to becoming vengeful ghosts.

But he only had some money he didn't need, so he couldn't really help much. He could only do his best to play games with his good friend to relieve his numbness and fatigue.

Treat every gathering as if it were your final farewell.

Link picked up the ghost rope he had borrowed from Pi Dali, and mimicked the classic lassoing man's move from his memory, making a knot in the rope and swinging it in his hand.

He raised his chin at Yang Jian and asked, "Ready? If you're ready, I'm going to hang you."

"start!"

Yang Jian responded with a calm expression, manipulating the headless ghost to stand up from the ground, walk behind him, and completely merge into his body.

His body was losing sensation, and the chilling cold that penetrated to his very bones made him shiver involuntarily.

Seeing this, Link quickly threw out the terrifying ghost rope in his hand.

"call""

Amidst the howling wind, the old, blackened straw rope was precisely looped around Yang Jian's neck.

Without Link even having to exert any effort, the ghost rope hanging from the neck of the living person quickly went into action.

It was reviving; the other end of the rope was lifted by an unseen giant hand, standing upright in mid-air, and even Yang Jian's body was lifted off the ground by his neck.

Yang Jian's neck was tightened, instantly turning bluish-purple, and his cervical spine emitted mournful cries as he desperately tried to signal to Zhao Lei with his eyes.

If I don't get this face off soon, I'll really die!

Zhao Lei seized the opportunity, grabbed the blood-stained old newspaper, stepped into the air through the ghost realm, and suddenly covered Yang Jian's face with it.

Thick, foul-smelling blood gushed out of the newspaper at a visible speed, smearing Yang Jian's entire face.

His body's survival instinct made him want to tear off the newspaper from his face, but because the headless ghost was rapidly taking control of his body, he couldn't make a single movement.

His body betrayed him.

The scarlet ghost eyes wanted to open to fight against the supernatural presence of the blood-stained old newspaper, but under Yang Jian's deliberate control, the eyelids closed.

The stinging pain in his neck, the icy coldness in his body, the intense feeling of suffocation and dizziness—the triple supernatural attack caused Yang Jian to quickly lose consciousness.

Link's method does have a high success rate, but it's quite a pain to use.

This was Yang Jian's last thought before he lost consciousness.

The blood-stained old newspaper was taken down, and in the middle of the large bloodstains on the front lay Yang Jian's face with his eyes closed and his expression distorted, as if he were having a nightmare.

Looking up into the air, there was a faceless corpse, its limbs relaxed, hanging silently from an old straw rope, eerie and terrifying.

If an ordinary person encountered this, they would be scared half to death.

"Will this really work?"

Zhao Lei felt uneasy. In this situation, he saw no hope of survival; death was the only outcome.

So, he—killed Yang Jian?

Link carefully examined Yang Jian's body and found that his heartbeat and blood flow had stopped. His brain was not yet truly dead, but it was close.

"The fact that no clones of the Ghost Rope have appeared proves that it is fighting the headless ghost with all its might. Good, everything is proceeding in an orderly manner."

Two vengeful ghosts, who are unlikely to be pieces of a puzzle, are simultaneously fighting over a corpse. Clearly, they cannot coexist peacefully, or each will occupy one side.

The mechanism of the vengeful spirits will only result in one winner.

The real supernatural confrontation had already begun inside Yang Jian's corpse.

After all, the ghost rope had left Wang Yue with only his last breath, and coupled with his experience following several ghost tamers like Pi Dali, his recovery was quite remarkable.

Having been suppressed by the Ghost Eye Nail and unable to recover, the headless ghost was naturally no match for it.

Now that the ghost eye is no longer able to restrain it, the headless ghost shadow has begun to revive after being stimulated by the ghost rope.

Ten minutes, half an hour, an hour —

Five hours later, in the basement, the two ghosts inside Yang Jian's body still maintained a calm facade.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock—"

"Drips of pitch-black liquid, as dark as ink, fell from Yang Jian's feet, covering the surrounding ground with a deep, gloomy layer."