Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

Chapter 123 Cursed Fate (Please subscribe~)

"What's your wish? Can we leave?"

Link pondered for a moment before finally asking the question.

As it stands, the ghost bride is conscious and relatively friendly, making her someone with whom communication is possible, and exchanging information is not a problem.

A jade-like hand reached under the veil, and the ghost bride's soft laughter came: "Hehe—you've finally decided to speak. My wish is simple: just to find a piece of clothing."

Looking at the empty space on the other side of the wedding bed, Link immediately had an idea, his face full of doubt: "Is that the ghost groom's wedding attire?"

Are you also influenced by your vengeful spirit instincts, wanting to collect the puzzle pieces?

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold, chilling wind swept through, causing the candlelight in the room to flicker and almost go out.

"Young man, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want—my husband died a violent death long ago, and the Ghost Tailor lineage swore that there would never be a Ghost Groom in the world, so there would never be a Ghost Groom."

The ghost bride's voice was still melodious, but it inexplicably carried a chill.

The lineage of Ghost Tailors reminded Link of several supernatural sects in Taiping Ancient Town, whose minds had also been invaded by supernatural forces, leaving them only with outdated ideas and a sense of incompleteness.

He nodded slightly and said, "Sorry, please continue."

The melodious voice carried a hint of reminiscence: "On the day of my wedding, the world was in chaos, and the land was in ruins. A group of red-haired monsters stormed into the wedding banquet, burning, killing, and looting. I accidentally fell into the ghost realm and survived. When I returned, my husband's body was completely naked. I tried to find his wedding clothes, but due to the resurgence of my own vengeful spirit and the impact of the war, I was unable to do so."

Would you be willing to help me find it?

Zhou Deng remained silent.

Please, he's here to steal, not to do charity. He's already given up on the mummified bride's red veil, how could he possibly help find any wedding dress?

Wouldn't that be a huge loss?

Link asked cautiously, "You should have owned that cabinet before. Wouldn't it be simple to get it back through a trade?"

The ghost bride was silent for half a minute before saying in a muffled voice, "It told me to find another one. In the time after my death, I could only use my corpse to search, but unfortunately, I haven't found one yet."

Link smiled with relief. No wonder Zhang Xianguang didn't take the bait; he really had no ideas.

Why should someone who hasn't even become an outcast be asked to do something that even the Ghost Wardrobe couldn't do?

Isn't this forcing him to his death?

"I'm sorry, we can't do that. Perhaps you can wait for the next person who's meant to help you—so, may we leave now?"

"One sentence from Xiao Qin made me wait seventy years, but in the end, only three people showed up."

The ghost bride's red veil swayed gently: "I don't have much time left. Before long, Little Zhang will force me back into a corpse to carry out his plan, and I will disappear completely. I'm sorry, although I know it's difficult, you must complete it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Link suddenly felt a cold aura flash across his chest. He looked down but found nothing.

Just because you can't see it doesn't mean nothing happened.

His face was grim, and his ghostly eyes shone with a blinding blood-red light. The crimson petals of the flower unfurled, blooming to their fullest extent at this moment.

The world turned crimson, and something different appeared.

A red line appeared on his chest, and his gaze followed the line until it disappeared into the round mirror.

It's obvious without even thinking that this isn't a good thing.

A dark, misty aura rippled across his body. At that moment, time seemed to flow backward, and the red thread withdrew from his chest, isolated from the black mist.

Having seemingly lost its goal, it could only slink back into the round mirror.

Reboot itself.

"Tracing back to oneself? Indeed, you are a very intelligent and powerful young man, but we cannot let the cursed connection fail in vain."

The ghost bride recognized Link's methods but remained calm.

Link didn't expect that his previous mockery of Zhao Kaiming would turn around so quickly and be directed at him.

Those old ghosts from the Republic of China era should indeed be buried underground, covered by the dust of history.

The ghost bride raised her delicate fingers, as if pinching an invisible thread, and gently pulled and tugged at it.

A bizarre scene unfolded: Link felt a sharp pain in his chest as a new red line began to grow, guided by an invisible hand, extending unimpeded.

The intense feeling of being pulled away caused a spasm in my body, as if what was being pulled away was not a thread, but my life itself.

The red thread in the round mirror extended again, and after the ghost bride made a knotting motion, it intertwined with the red thread on Link's chest, forming a tight knot.

"So now we shall live and die together. After this is done, I will not only give you your freedom, but also present you with a great gift."

The ghost bride was afraid that Link would not put in the effort, so she set out her conditions.

I don't care about your gift.

Link's expression was indifferent. After advancing to [Arcanist], he could restart once more each day, but there was no need to waste it now.

After he spoke with the ghost bride, a causal connection was established. Even if it restarted ten more times, this so-called "cursed red thread" could definitely be reconnected.

His gaze shifted to the round mirror, and Link stared at the woman in the wedding dress reflected in it, his eyes flashing with a chilling light.

"You're clever. You stripped your consciousness from your body and placed it in this eerie mirror, manipulating the mummified bride through projection, thus gaining a long lifespan in another way. But—you think I can't do anything to you just because you're hiding inside?"

This mirror is peculiar; even a ghostly aura comparable to five layers of ghostly eyes cannot penetrate it, effectively isolating it from external interference.

Ordinary demon tamers cannot destroy it; they can only unilaterally withstand the attacks or influences of the person in the mirror.

But the ghost bride just happened to run into Link.

A person who has gained a small amount of spatial authority and can freely enter and exit the mirror world.

Link said to Zhou Deng, "You're right not to say anything. Keep it up. You stay outside while I go inside and see how much skill this old barbarian ghost still has left."

The object on the wedding bed is just a projection; no matter how you attack it, it won't work. You can only try to find the real thing first.

He didn't believe that the three ghosts on his body could do nothing to the Great Desolate One, who was now only left with consciousness.

Zhou Deng nodded repeatedly, making a gesture of pulling a zipper across his mouth.

Link reached out and covered the round mirror. A deep blue nebula emanated from his palm, and soon, the originally calm and smooth mirror surface rippled with a layer of deep blue water-like waves.

The next moment, he erected the Ghost Realm, transformed into a stream of light, and plunged into the world within the mirror.

It was pitch black all around, except for a red wedding candle burning on the ground in the middle. The candle flame seemed to flicker because of the presence of an outsider.

Beside the red candle, a woman in a red wedding dress sat on a square object, her distorted shadow flickering with the candlelight, looking as grotesque as a demon.

Link didn't believe the Ghost Bride still possessed her full power, and without stopping, he stood in front of the woman.

As he approached, a gentle breeze stirred in the air, making the ghost bride rustle.

It wasn't the sound of fabric rubbing together, but rather the rustling of paper.

"So you were just a paper doll clinging to life. No wonder Zhang Xianguang was able to turn your old nest into ruins."

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