Li Zhuiyuan, a corpse retriever, travels through a mysterious resurrection.

"Ghosts cannot be killed."

"Only ghosts can defeat ghosts."

"Understanding the patterns of ghosts."

In a classroom, on the blackboard at the front, simple yet strange words were written in white chalk.

The students in the class were astonished and exchanged glances.

Inside the classroom, in the first row of seats closest to the blackboard, a strikingly handsome boy, noticeably younger than the others, was staring intently at the words on the blackboard.

His eyes held a depth beyond his years.

"This is not Siyuan Village, nor is it even the world I was born into."

"It's not an illusion, nor is it the magic of evil spirits. I've arrived in a new place." Li Zhuiyuan made this judgment about his current situation, because here, he could not sense the oppression of the Heavenly Dao on him.

As a corpse retriever who was lighting lamps and walking along the river, he often came into contact with evil spirits and sensed the eerie aura emanating from the man in front of him.

His face was thin, and his excessively dry skin clung tightly to his facial bones.

His eyes were sunken, and his pupils were filled with a lot of bloodshot veins.

What's most surprising is her protruding belly.

A very thin, bony adult man with an exaggerated beer belly.

"Something's wrong with this person. He looks like a dead man." Li Zhuiyuan frowned slightly.

The more Li Zhuiyuan observed, the stranger Zhou Zheng seemed to him.

The figure before me didn't seem to be a living person, but rather a walking corpse.

It is even more bizarre than evil spirits.

He began to scan the classroom, trying to gather more information from the surrounding environment.

The people around him were clearly high school students; he was in a high school classroom.

No one was surprised by his appearance; he must have an identity in this world.

Just as Li Zhuiyuan was about to leave the classroom, the lights suddenly went out.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the corridor outside the classroom, where a chilling aura emanated from!

An old man dressed in a black robe, his face covered in lividity, slowly walked towards them. Behind him, a black mist swirled, creating an endless darkness.

A pale, lifeless gaze fell upon the classroom.

"Those are livid lividity marks on his face? The person outside the door is definitely not alive; they've been dead for a long time." Li Zhuiyuan's pupils contracted as the feeling of impending death enveloped his heart.

His voice was flat as he pointed out the window and said, "Who knows what's going on with that corpse walking towards us outside?"

Everyone in the class looked out the window and saw the strange old man.

"what!"

"Why...why does that old man look so strange?"

"Li Zhuiyuan said he was a corpse..."

Yang Jian, who was sitting at the back of the classroom, looked out the window and suddenly stood up, overturning the desk and chair. He was trembling all over and stared intently at the old man.

His phone was displaying a photo of the old man outside the window.

At the same time, as the old man walked in, the white wall on the side of the classroom closest to the corridor began to turn yellow rapidly, and patches of black mold appeared. The originally white wall turned yellow, grew mold, and rotted within seconds.

A male student near the corridor, his face ashen, suddenly stood up, took several steps back, and exclaimed, "Impossible! How could a ghost realm appear in the school?!"

Zhou Zheng's solemn gaze shifted to Fang Jing, his previously cold and indifferent eyes turning fierce: "Who are you? Where did you learn about the Ghost Realm?"

Fang Jing forced a calm expression: "Zhou Zheng, you don't need to know who I am. But you know very well what the appearance of the Ghost Realm means. If we don't handle this properly, no one will survive today."

He then glared fiercely at Yang Jian: "Yang Jian! The future you are too terrifying. I won't let you grow up. You are destined to die young in this life!"

Seeing this, many students in the class started to discuss it.

Fang Jing's behavior was very strange; it was as if he knew what would happen in the future.

Li Zhuiyuan, who was in the first row, narrowed his eyes slightly.

This person exuded an ordinary aura, without any unusual characteristics; he was clearly an ordinary person beyond compare.

But he knew a lot of hidden information. From his words, it seemed that he knew a part of the future, and that the future could be changed.

Li Zhuiyuan strode up to Fang Jing and asked coldly, "What gave you knowledge of the future?"

Holding such a thing in your hand will have an unparalleled effect.

"Li Zhuiyuan?" Fang Jing frowned as he looked at the young boy in front of him. Not many people in the class knew much about this academic prodigy who had skipped grades.

Fang Jing casually touched the right side of his pants and said coldly, "What's it to you? You should think about how to survive in the Ghost Realm."

Li Zhuiyuan glanced at it and saw that the spot where his hand had just touched corresponded to the pocket.

So... that thing that could reveal the future was in his right trouser pocket.

Without any hesitation, he reached out and grabbed Fang Jing by the throat.

Although he was underage and unable to practice martial arts when he traveled along the river, his body, through various forms of enhancement, was far beyond what an ordinary person like Fang Jing could withstand.

Fang Jing pulled hard on his arm, trying to break free from the increasingly severe feeling of suffocation in his throat.

But Li Zhuiyuan's power exceeded his imagination.

The other person was clearly young, but one of his arms was like an unshakeable block of iron, completely gripping his throat.

The unexpected scene threw the class into even greater chaos.

Many people began to offer advice.

The homeroom teacher, Ms. Wang, was so angry that she slammed her hand on the desk.

"Li Zhuiyuan, let go of me!"

"Don't think you can enjoy special privileges just because you're smart and were admitted through a special admission program!"

"Malicious harm to classmates will absolutely not be allowed!"

As she spoke, Teacher Wang was about to rush forward and pull the two apart.

Li Zhuiyuan turned around and gave her a brief, indifferent glance.

Teacher Wang was shocked; Li Zhuiyuan's eyes were terrifying.

Cold, ruthless, devoid of any emotion.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Fine, fine, I can't control you anymore. I'm going to find the principal right now!"

"We can't go out!" Zhou Zheng shouted hurriedly.

However, Ms. Wang, who was in a fit of anger, wouldn't listen to anything. She opened the classroom door and rushed into the darkness of the corridor, without making a sound.

The students tried hard to see something through the window, but Teacher Wang seemed to have vanished without a trace.

At this moment, Li Zhuiyuan pushed Fang Jing down and, using the tables and chairs as cover, quickly reached into Fang Jing's pocket and put the contents of Fang Jing's pocket into his own.

He didn't see what it was, but the texture was familiar; in fact, Li Zhuiyuan had often read books made of that material before.

Paper made from human skin.

After obtaining the human skin paper, Li Zhuiyuan released his grip, quickly returned to his seat, and looked warily out the window.

Fang Jing caught his breath, gasping for air while coughing violently.

He looked at Li Zhuiyuan with a mixture of shock and anger.

Before he could catch his breath, the old man outside the corridor had already arrived at the classroom door, and wisps of black mist drifted into the classroom.

At the same time, a strange knocking sound echoed on the door.

"Thump, thump-thump".