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

Ouyang Tian's tone was not good as he said, "How much time do we have left? The vengeful spirits are about to resurrect. If we don't seize this opportunity, how long can we survive after leaving this village? Our only hope is to solve the paranormal events here and find a way to delay the vengeful spirits' resurrection."

"Two to two." Zhang Yiming took out another cigarette, lit it, looked at Li Zhuiyuan and Yang Jian, and asked, "What do you two think?"

Li Zhuiyuan said calmly, "I won't leave."

He also hoped that the ghost tamers in these clubs would stay. Although these people were not of much use, they could risk their lives to find out more information about the vengeful ghosts in the village.

These will all help him deal with the vengeful ghost.

"I'll listen to Brother Xiaoyuan." Yang Jian's stance was firm. Although he found the ghosts in Huanggang Village a bit scary, he knew that listening to Brother Xiaoyuan's decision was always the right thing to do.

In the time it takes to say a few words, Zhang Yiming finished a cigarette, lit another one, and said in a deep voice, "Alright, the minority shall submit to the majority."

"Based on the information Li Zhuiyuan deduced, this ghost is watching us. We can't separate anymore, or we'll end up like He Sheng. Whatever we do, we have to stick together."

"The most important thing now is to find the ghost in the village. I don't know if you've heard it cough. I've given it a code name: the Sick Ghost. We need to find the Sick Ghost."

"Can you be sure the murderer is a sick ghost?" Li Zhuiyuan asked calmly.

Zhang Yiming frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Li Zhuiyuan said calmly, "If He Sheng was killed by the Sick Ghost, then why didn't the Sick Ghost kill Zhang Han and Ouyang Tian when they were alone, since they were following the footsteps? Instead, we gathered together because of the Sick Ghost's footsteps."

"The killer targets the ghost tamer. When He Sheng died, he was only accompanied by that ordinary woman. As a ghost tamer, he was alone. The appearance of the sick ghost, however, brought us together. There is a clear conflict of rules here."

"That's not right," Zhang Yiming retorted. "I chased after the sick ghost because it appeared, which led to He Sheng's death. How do you explain that?"

Li Zhuiyuan asked, "Which direction were the sick ghost's footsteps heading?"

Zhang Yiming pointed to the corner where Li Zhuiyuan and the others had bumped into each other.

Li Zhuiyuan took out a piece of paper with a very clear map of Huanggang Village on it.

Zhang Han was dumbfounded: "Brother Xiao Yuan, you're so well-prepared, where did you find this map?"

"I walked around the village during the day and drew a picture when I had time," Li Zhuiyuan said casually. "Didn't you draw one? You don't even know the way, how are you going to catch ghosts?"

"So what have you been doing all day?"

The club members looked at each other, somewhat embarrassed.

Compared to Li Zhuiyuan, they really seemed to have done nothing.

Li Zhuiyuan pointed to the map and said, "Following the direction you just pointed, if you don't hear the crying and go back inside, and continue chasing, we will meet at this corner."

"In other words, after the disease demon appeared, we, who were originally scattered throughout the village, gathered together."

"The Sick Ghost is actively guiding us to gather together. What good will it do him to gather us together if he wants to kill people? I think there's more than one ghost in the village; besides the Sick Ghost, there's also a Murder Ghost."

"One of the rules of killers is that they are alone, and the killer cannot be alone. There is a conflict between sick ghosts and killers, and it seems that sick ghosts are on our side at the moment."

Zhang Han, Ye Jun, Ouyang Tian, ​​and Zhang Yiming's faces gradually turned deathly pale.

They found Li Zhuiyuan's speculation so incredible, yet they couldn't find any reason to refute it.

"There are two ghosts in the village..." Ye Jun was even more frightened.

"Ghosts help us? What nonsense! I don't believe such a thing." Ouyang Tian still held up his crotch.

"Let's not talk about how many ghosts there are in the village, as long as we don't get separated." Zhang Yiming gave Li Zhuiyuan a deep look. He wasn't there when the club had its incident a few days ago, but he had only heard from others about how arrogant a new young man was.

After this encounter, he discovered that Li Zhuiyuan possessed wisdom far exceeding that of most people, and was also very calm.

Seeing He Sheng's tragic corpse and hearing that there was more than one ghost in the village, they showed no change in expression, which was much stronger than those adults.

"Okay." Li Zhuiyuan pointed to the map: "These are the three routes we'll take following the footsteps. In the middle of these three routes is this house, and the footsteps disappear from here."

"You should remember the location of this house, right?"

Zhang Yiming's hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and he asked with some doubt, "Is it the house at the village entrance..."

"Among you, is he the only one who can see that this is the house where the coffin is placed and a funeral is being held?" Yang Jian glanced at the group with disdain.

Li Zhuiyuan nodded and said, "The corner we stumbled upon was right behind this house. If we had walked a few more steps forward, we could have seen the coffin placed in the main hall."

"Damn it! I knew it was bad luck to run into a funeral in the village. There was a coffin right in front of us. There was definitely something wrong!" Zhang Han cursed angrily.

"Shall we go there now?"

"Go ahead, what are you afraid of with so many people around?" Ye Jun said fiercely. As long as he knew where the ghost was and everyone was there, he dared to touch it.

As night falls, Huanggang Village, without streetlights, becomes exceptionally dark.

The villagers, who couldn't be woken by the gunfire, remained completely silent after nightfall.

The village became very quiet, so quiet that it felt oppressive.

This oppressive feeling fueled a growing fear within me, as I wondered what might suddenly appear in the darkness ahead.

After reaching the village entrance, you can see a glimmer of light.

The family holding the funeral had their doors wide open and the lights were on in the main hall.

In the center, a vermilion coffin was neatly placed. In front of the coffin were two long white candles, their flames flickering in the breeze as they gradually burned down to the bottom.

On the table at the front of the coffin, the young man's portrait seemed to be shrouded in a thin mist, making it somewhat indistinct.

What's unsettling is that every time the candlelight flickers, some dark shadows flash past the portrait in front of the coffin, and for a moment, it feels as if the man in the portrait is moving.

It's indescribably eerie.

Li Zhuiyuan and his group stood outside the gate, looking at everything in the lobby.

"Strange, isn't anyone keeping vigil? According to tradition, shouldn't someone be here keeping vigil?" Zhang Han asked疑惑地, "In the haunted village, everyone lives as if nothing is wrong, and those villagers are also strange."

"If He Sheng hadn't died and I hadn't experienced everything that happened during the day, I would have suspected that this village was haunted." Ouyang Tian said with a gloomy face. At this moment, fear began to spread in his heart, and he no longer cared about the pain in his groin.

"Let's go." Li Zhuiyuan didn't say anything more and led everyone inside.