Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

Chapter 124 The Paper Figure in the Mirror (Please Subscribe~)

The supernatural round mirror may isolate space, but it cannot isolate time.

The paper effigy of the ghost bride showed obvious signs of fading and looked far less stunning than the projection. Upon closer inspection, it appeared ugly and eerie.

It looks so rotten that it could easily fall apart at the slightest touch.

Despite being confronted with the truth, the ghost bride remained calm, though her hands, which had been elegantly clasped over her lower abdomen, silently clenched into fists, revealing that her inner state was not as peaceful as it appeared.

"If you just want to kill me, then don't waste your energy. Once the cursed thread is connected, the two ends of the red thread will live and die together—"

Before the ghost bride could finish speaking, Link had already raised his hand and waved it lightly: "You waved to me just now, didn't you? It's not too much to return the favor now."

The ghost bride trembled, a strange cry echoing in her mind: "Wedding Bride, come here, come here—"

It stood up and, amidst the rustling of paper, moved lightly forward.

"Link, come here, come here—"

Link also heard a voice calling to him in a low voice. His eyes immediately turned bloodshot, and his body involuntarily stepped forward.

He had already sensed something was wrong, and his waving motion abruptly stopped, halting the attack.

The ghost bride, half a head taller than him, was right in front of him, only a hand's width away. The breath of a living person blew on the red paper veil, lifting a corner of the dough.

All I can say is that the older generation of artisans were indeed skilled, their brushstrokes were exquisite and their spirit astounding. This made him recall the stunningly beautiful face of the mummy bride, and a pang of pity stirred within him.

A flash of light appeared in Ghost Flower's eyes, instantly dispelling the effect. Link snorted coldly, "As expected, it's not a proper ghost. Otherwise, how could it have bewitching supernatural powers attached to its body?"

With his mind clear, he could clearly see that the paper figure was covered with many cracks, and the rich fragrance of cosmetics kept wafting into his nostrils, but it could not mask a faint stench of decay.

No matter how beautiful she was in life, she is now nothing more than a worn-out object, not even as good as an inflatable doll.

Link was pondering a more important question: just now, he himself had been attacked by the Ghost Hand!

Was it that ghostly red thread causing trouble? The ghost bride was harmed, and I have to share the burden? Thankfully, it's just sharing, otherwise I would have really killed myself just now—”

With thoughts flashing through his mind, Link didn't hesitate to use Reboot. Amidst the swirling black aura, his injuries instantly healed.

A faint black aura emanated from the paper effigy of the ghost bride opposite, and some newly formed, minute cracks miraculously healed along with it.

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It can even perfectly synchronize itself when it restarts!?

This cursed red thread is indeed incredibly powerful, but it can probably be cut with the Ghost Scissors, so from now on, we can't rely on brute force; we'll have to use strategy instead.

Link's eyes gleamed; he couldn't leave empty-handed after trespassing into the old house.

The ghost bride hurriedly retreated to her original spot and sat down, her paper-thin hands clenched into fists. Her voice was chilling as she said, "Didn't your parents tell you that this is very impolite?"

Link grinned: "Didn't your parents and husband tell you not to casually play matchmaker with men outside?"

The ghost bride forced herself to remain calm and said, "I told you, they tragically died on their wedding day, and this was just a contractual arrangement. You don't think that just because you're pretty, you can make people shamelessly throw themselves at you, do you?"

Link said indifferently, "Coincidentally, all my parents in this world are dead. All those rules and etiquette are just a bunch of feudal remnants. I'm just a rough man who doesn't understand them, and I don't need to respect a broken paper figure."

At this point, he paused slightly, sighed, and said, "Your background is indeed tragic. On your wedding day, a group of foreign devils killed your entire family. No wonder you had to send your corpse abroad to kill people after you died. I sympathize with you, but I am powerless to help you. Even Ghost Market couldn't complete the transaction, so I am really powerless to help you."

"It's alright. I'll help you if necessary, and if you fail and die, I'll take you down with me."

The ghost bride spoke to herself, seemingly resigned to her fate.

People who have died once speak with a certain air of confidence.

Link's expression shifted slightly, and he questioned, "What if you untie that damn red thread before I die? I have a feeling you're trying to kill me."

"The cursed bond cannot be broken even by the user, unless—"

"Unless what?"

A silvery laugh rang out from beneath the red veil: "I won't tell you. Just focus on doing my thing. You'll get your share of the rewards once it's done."

"Is that so?"

Link's face was cold, his ghostly eyes flashed, and the corpse-fragrant medium swarmed out, rushing towards the ghost bride, frantically attaching itself to the paper figure through the cracks left by time.

Within two breaths, the suppressive force had already been established.

The paper figure carrying the ghost bride floated to the ground, only its mouth still able to move: "You attacked me, and you will suffer half the damage yourself—"

At this point, its voice suddenly changed, becoming so high-pitched it seemed to pierce one's eardrums.

"This isn't an attack, it's pure suppression. You're trying to steal what's mine!"

"Hehe, you're not too stupid. I thought you'd been completely brainwashed by the supernatural and were stubbornly convinced that the world revolves around you."

Link is a living person; the demon within him is suppressed, yet he can still move freely.

He kicked the over 100-year-old ghost aside and began rummaging through the things behind him.

The flashlight circled the room, and aside from the stool where the ghost bride sat, all that remained was a wooden box, sealed with an old copper lock.

This thing naturally couldn't stop an apprentice who was skilled at picking locks. He simply took out a wire from his storage bag, poked it a couple of times, and it opened with a "click".

"Hmph, you're too late. That brat Zhang Xiangguang has looted everything of value, leaving only some of my miscellaneous books."

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The ghost bride was right; the room was indeed full of books, but not miscellaneous books; they were diaries.

Link picked up a book. The scribbles inside revealed a fierce and malevolent aura. Only the two characters "Xiuqi" could be vaguely discerned between the lines.

"Xiuqi? Your husband's name? It seems you've been deeply corrupted by a vengeful ghost; you're even losing the basic functions of a living person."

The name was taboo for the ghost bride Siping, and her body began to tremble violently, with many fragments falling from her body.

The red veil had been tossed aside, revealing a face that resembled a dried corpse, its expression ferocious: "Xiu Qi, Xiu Qi—I still remember you, I will avenge you—"

Link ignored it and continued searching.

This is merely a demon-possessed being; there is no need to offer help or appease it.

However, after repeating it twice, a look of numbness and confusion appeared on its face: "Who am I? Who is Xiuqi? And who are you?"

I am Xi Niang, and you are Xiu Qi Yao —

"Xiuqi, is that you?"

The voice was mournful, like weeping and lamenting, as if a cuckoo were crying blood.

"I'm your father!"

Link casually replied, and finally found some neatly written diaries at the bottom of the box. Regardless of what was written in them, he stuffed them all into his storage bag.

"Father, Father~~~ Mommy can't move."

".——..."

The answer was so smooth that Link felt a sense of boredom at bullying the mentally challenged. He squatted down in front of the ghost bride, bent his five fingers into tiger claws, and made a large hole in her chest, using the light to search for the supernatural objects inside.

There was nothing at all.

"As expected of a genuine warlord dog, he's mastered the art of 'scraping the ground three feet deep' (a Chinese idiom meaning to plunder and exploit).