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

As the knocking sounded, everyone in the class felt their souls tremble, as if they had fallen into a cold, lifeless lake, and their bodies became stiff.

"Ah! Look at those students!"

Panic screams rang out, and everyone looked in the direction the finger was pointing, only to find that several people were already dead in the seats near the aisle.

One person was slumped over the table, another was leaning back in his chair with his mouth agape, and yet another was kneeling on the ground with his limbs twisted.

His pupils were wide open, and his face was ashen.

Even under their watchful eyes, the bodies of those people began to rot gradually, emitting an unbearable stench.

"what!"

"How could this happen? Why did they die!"

"What do we do? What do we do? Someone please save us..."

Seeing this, Zhou Zheng took out a specially made mobile phone and began to explain the current situation.

Li Zhuiyuan looked calmly at the corpses, pondering how to break the deadlock.

His gaze fell upon a sentence on the blackboard.

To discern the patterns of ghosts.

"Zhou Zheng is clearly the one in this world who deals with ghosts. He hasn't made a move yet, which means he hasn't discovered the patterns of ghosts."

"The old man in the corridor is clearly a ghost, but he came to the classroom but didn't come in. Instead, he knocked on the door."

"Three knocks on the door, and three people died."

"I see."

Li Zhuiyuan looked at Zhou Zheng and calmly said, "Zhou Zheng, stop that old man from knocking on the door."

Zhou Zheng turned his head and looked at him with a solemn expression.

Li Zhuiyuan continued, "I'm certain that the old man killed people by knocking on doors; every time he knocked, someone would die."

"Knocking on the door means certain death?" Zhou Zheng's gaze sharpened. "You're high school age, so you must be very intelligent. I'll trust you this once."

Zhou Zheng had no choice. Li Zhuiyuan's reaction was too calm. Even with a fierce ghost standing outside the door, he did not show any fear.

At his age and with his mindset, he decided to take a gamble.

The moment he made the decision, Zhou Zheng moved.

With his abnormally large belly protruding, he charged violently toward the classroom door.

"Bang!"

The door was smashed open, and the old man behind the door was knocked to the ground.

Zhou Zheng shouted, "I can subdue this ghost, you all hurry up and leave."

As he spoke, he walked toward the old man who had fallen to the ground.

The protruding belly writhed eerily, and the outline of a hand appeared on it.

Then the hand grew longer and longer, its grayish-blue arm wrapping around a thin layer of the belly, and grabbed the old man's ankle.

The black mist dissipated, and light returned to the corridor.

Just as Zhou Zheng felt a sense of relief, the old man looked at him with eyes full of gloom and death.

At the same time, his belly twitched violently, as if something inside was being stimulated and desperately wanted to come out.

Zhou Zheng shouted anxiously, "You all need to leave quickly, before the Ghost Realm appears!"

The roar startled the terrified students in the classroom, and one by one they ran out the back door.

Li Zhuiyuan was in the first row, near the front door of the classroom.

He glanced at the shoving crowd at the back door and decided to leave through the front door.

As he stepped out of the classroom through the front door, Zhou Zheng was right in front of him.

As the belly expanded abnormally, a four- or five-year-old baby could be seen through the very thin skin inside.

An infant with a grayish-blue body and jet-black pupils.

The baby stretched out its arms forcefully, tearing and trying to squeeze out.

Zhou Zheng let out a painful scream and struggled to raise his arm, pointing towards the stairs: "Quick...go."

Just as Li Zhuiyuan was about to leave, an arm grabbed him.

A strong, cold sensation came from my ankle.

He turned around abruptly, and through his belly, the baby's dark pupils stared intently at him. The baby, which had been holding the old man's hand, now gripped his ankle.

The elderly man, now free from restraint, is slowly getting up.

Zhou looked ashen-faced. He gave a painful smile and apologized, "I'm sorry, classmate."

"The vengeful spirit within me is about to resurrect, and I can no longer control it."

"I've done my best. I hope I can live a few more years before I leave this world."

"what!"

A scream rang out as Zhou Zheng's belly was ripped open.

A bluish-black arm stretched out completely, and as the arm continued to tear, the gap widened, and a head struggled to squeeze outwards.

Zhou Zheng's screams gradually subsided; the extreme pain caused his eyes to roll back, and he was no longer alive.

The baby's entire head popped out, its dark pupils looking around curiously at everything around it.

Finally, their gaze settled on Li Zhuiyuan.

It's eerie and sinister.

The bluish-gray baby about to emerge from the belly was right in front of them, and the terrifying old man stood up again, raised his arm, and made a gesture as if to knock on the door.

For ordinary people, this is almost a certain death situation.

Li Zhuiyuan calmly watched this scene. Despite his emotional deprivation, he felt neither panic nor fear. Instead, he was thinking about how to survive.

He remembered what Zhou Zheng had left on the blackboard.

Only ghosts can deal with ghosts.

Without any hesitation, Li Zhuiyuan bent down and leaned forward, pressing his back against Zhou Zheng, and shoved him into the old man.

At this point, most of the ghost baby's body had emerged, with only one leg remaining inside its belly. However, it was still confined by the belly and had not yet fully recovered.

As Li Zhuiyuan moved, the ghost baby's head bumped right into the old man who was making a knocking motion.

"Thump."

"Wow!"

After letting out a chilling cry, the ghost baby tilted its head to the side and fell to the side in the corridor, where it remained motionless.

The old man paused, stopped knocking, and walked away step by step towards the stairs.

The imminent death crisis was averted in an instant.

Li Zhuiyuan watched this scene calmly, and gained a deeper understanding of the three sentences Zhou Zheng had written on the blackboard.

"Wow... amazing..." Zhou Zheng, having caught his breath, leaned back in the corridor and exclaimed in praise.

"You are the person I've ever met who is best at using the supernatural to fight against evil."

"You are a born ghost tamer. A ghost tamer is like me, someone who controls the power of vengeful spirits. The person who controls vengeful spirits is also controlled by them. Once too much of the power of vengeful spirits is used, the controlled vengeful spirits will revive, and then you will not escape death." Zhou Zheng smiled bitterly, pointing to his empty belly: "My internal organs have all been eaten by the ghost infant. Now I live on the little supernatural power I have left."

He took a cell phone out of his trench coat: "Take this phone; it can help you better understand the world."

"That old man is terrifyingly powerful. After being struck, the ghost baby seems to have fallen into a deep sleep and is not in immediate danger. Take the ghost baby with you; it can help you survive."

Looking at Zhou Zheng's appearance, Li Zhuiyuan asked curiously, "You should have been able to escape, right? Why didn't you?"

Zhou Zheng said in a deep voice, "Because I am a Ghost Master. For the sake of the country, for the sake of the people, for the sake of my family, I cannot..."

Before he could utter his last word, Zhou Zheng died.

Li Zhuiyuan glanced at the already dead Zhou Zheng a few times, covered up the resentment in his eyes, and then shifted his gaze to the ghost infant lying on the ground.