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

The members of the Ghost Tamer Club are still discussing what to do.

"We must find the ghost in the village as soon as possible."

"Find some easy-going villagers and ask them to find out what's wrong here."

"The village doesn't look big, but there are quite a few houses inside. We can split into groups. With our abilities, it's impossible for us to be killed by the vengeful ghost in an instant. If anything happens, try to make a commotion so the others can rush to our aid."

"Then let's pair up, that's the most efficient way."

Li Zhuiyuan ignored these people and led Yang Jian through the village, memorizing every intersection and every house that looked a little off, imprinting Huanggang Village in his mind.

"Wait. Brother Xiaoyuan, Yang Jian, wait for me." At this moment, club member Zhang Han jogged up to catch up.

Li Zhuiyuan turned his head and looked directly at Zhang Han with a calm gaze.

Zhang Han shrank his neck slightly. He didn't understand why. Li Zhuiyuan was clearly just a teenager, but he, an adult who controlled fierce ghosts, didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Even being stared at by the other person can make you feel genuinely uneasy.

Zhang Han forced a smile and said, "Brother Xiao Yuan, let's work together to deal with the ghosts in this village. You and Yang Jian alone aren't enough; how about adding me?"

"Several people from your club came. Why aren't you with them? Why are you following me instead?" Li Zhuiyuan asked.

Zhang Han said very sincerely, "Brother Xiao Yuan, it's because you're strong enough. Not just you, Yang Jian is also very strong. I definitely want to cooperate with the strongest people. To be honest, I think even if all those people were together, they wouldn't be as good as you guys."

Li Zhuiyuan calmly said, "I accept that reason. However, it's too early to talk about cooperation now. We haven't even found the ghosts in the village yet. It's not too late to talk about cooperation after the ghosts appear."

"Yes, yes, yes." Zhang Han rubbed his hands together. He knew perfectly well that this was Li Zhuiyuan's way of declining. However, since he hadn't been explicitly rejected, it meant there was still a chance.

"Cough cough, cough cough cough."

Suddenly, a coughing sound came from behind them.

The voice sounded weak and feeble. But strangely, it was as if the person was right behind them.

"Who goes there!" Zhang Han's expression changed drastically. He turned around and cold sweat instantly dripped down his face.

There was no one behind him, only a dilapidated old wooden house.

The wooden cabin was clearly uninhabited and abandoned. The roof tiles were missing and leaking, and even the bottom of the door was covered with moss.

Upon hearing the sound, Li Zhuiyuan's eyes flashed, and he stepped forward and kicked open the already flimsy door panel.

Yang Jian followed closely behind.

"No, are we just going to rush in like this?" Zhang Han looked terrified; these two young men were too brave. He stood outside the wooden house, unable to take a step.

The wooden house is very simple, without even any furniture, and you can see the whole thing at a glance.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, there's no one inside." Yang Jian's expression was solemn. The voice just now came from behind. If it were a person, they couldn't have disappeared so quickly.

Zhang Han stood outside and asked in a low voice, "Did you see... a ghost?"

"There's nothing there." Li Zhuiyuan stepped forward and said, "Are you sure you want to follow me? You saw it yourself, I'll take action as soon as I spot any trace of a ghost."

Zhang Han was clearly frightened. He had never seen anyone like Li Zhuiyuan who was so fearless in confronting vengeful ghosts.

He chuckled and said, "No, no, I think Brother Xiao Yuan is right. Let's wait until we find the ghost before we talk about it."

After waving his hand, he hurriedly walked away.

Li Zhuiyuan and Yang Jian walked around Huanggang Village and found nothing wrong except for the sudden coughing sound.

The village was unexpectedly peaceful.

Yang Jian said, "Brother Xiao Yuan, there's no problem here."

"The biggest problem is that there's no problem," Li Zhuiyuan said. "How could anyone be certain that there are supernatural events in an ordinary village, and even go so far as to use methods to delay the resurgence of vengeful spirits to lure ghost tamers to come and solve the problem?"

"The coughing sound just now indicates that something is wrong here. The fact that we can't find the source means that the ghosts here are unusual, and this place may be very scary."

"Ask one of the villagers."

The two arrived at the back of the village and happened to see an elderly man in his early sixties tending his vegetable garden.

Yang Jian immediately went up to him: "Sir, busy at work?"

The old man was rude: "Get lost."

Yang Jian pursed his lips and continued, "Sir, I'm here for sightseeing, and I have something I'd like to ask you."

The old man still uttered a single word.

"roll."

Yang Jian's lips twitched. He had no way to deal with an old man who could only say one word and had a terrible attitude.

Li Zhuiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing that something was amiss.

Huanggang Village is not big. A funeral was being held at the entrance of the village. A mourning hall was set up and people were wailing. There was a lot of noise from gongs and drums. Why didn't this old man go?

Li Zhuiyuan walked forward expressionlessly.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, he's just an ordinary old man from the countryside..." Yang Jian quickly reminded Li Zhuiyuan that the other party was just an ordinary person. He was worried that Brother Xiaoyuan might harm the old man in order to obtain some information.

After all, the old man's attitude was really terrible.

Li Zhuiyuan took out several hundred-yuan bills from his pocket, pulled one out, and asked, "Grandpa, there's a funeral being held in the village. Aren't you going?"

Upon seeing the red bill, the rude old man dropped the vegetable seedlings he was holding, vigorously wiped his hands on his clothes, took the money, and said with a smile, "What a handsome young man, I like him at first sight."

Yang Jian was somewhat bewildered and sighed inwardly. After acquiring millions, he had actually forgotten the power of money.

The old man said, "I'm not going to the funeral at the village entrance; I don't even know the person who died there."

"Don't you recognize me?" Li Zhuiyuan's eyes turned cold.

According to rural customs, people from the village are invited to both weddings and funerals. Even if someone doesn't attend because of a bad relationship, it's impossible for them not to recognize the deceased.

Either the old man in front of you is suspicious, or the person who died is suspicious.

Li Zhuiyuan pulled out another hundred yuan and asked, "Grandpa, have you heard anything about ghosts haunting the village?"

The old man smoothly accepted the money and said, "Every year there are rumors of ghosts, but I've lived for decades and never seen a ghost. In this world, where could there be ghosts?"

Having failed to gather any useful information, Li Zhuiyuan decided to stay in Huanggang Village.

"Grandpa, is it convenient for you to stay at my place? My friend and I will be staying here for a couple of days." Li Zhuiyuan handed a few red bills to the old man.

The two then stayed at the old man's house.

After some conversation, it was learned that the old man's name was Liu Genrong, his wife had passed away, and his two sons worked away from home and only came back during holidays.

Liu Genrong tidied up the rooms of his two sons upstairs.

Just to be on the safe side, Li Zhuiyuan and Yang Jian slept in the same room.

Li Zhuiyuan slept on the bed, while Yang Jian slept on the floor.

Night fell, just as the two were about to go to sleep.

The coughing sound from earlier in the day has returned.

"Cough cough, cough cough cough."