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

Upon entering the house, an inexplicable chill swept over me from all directions, enveloping my body and making me shiver.

Apart from Li Zhuiyuan, everyone subconsciously bypassed the coffin and headed to other corners of the hall to search for traces of the ghost.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, what are you looking at?" Yang Jian asked, puzzled, noticing that Li Zhuiyuan was standing still, staring at the vermilion coffin.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at it for a while longer, then slowly said, "This portrait is strange; he looks like many people."

"Like whom?" Yang Jian didn't understand.

Li Zhuiyuan continued, "When I saw this portrait outside, I felt it looked familiar, and that feeling became even stronger after I came in. Thinking back on all the villagers I've met since entering the village today, I can find similarities in their faces. It's as if this face was pieced together from the villagers' likenesses."

Seeing Yang Jian frowning as he tried to identify the faces, Li Zhuiyuan prompted, "You only glanced at those villagers a few times and didn't remember their faces. You should remember the old man Liu Genrong, the one we stayed with in this village, the most. Try to ignore the other features and just look at the nose in the portrait."

A dozen seconds passed, and Yang Jian was still frowning.

He couldn't tell at all.

Upon hearing these words, the three members of Xiaoqiang Club stared at the portrait for a while, but the more they looked, the more unsettling it became, and they quickly looked away.

Zhang Yiming said, "The coffins in this village are definitely haunted. Let's not touch them yet. Let's go around the houses and make sure there are no other supernatural occurrences before we deal with the coffins."

"Working in pairs ensures no one gets left alone; we can come back here after searching for a house."

Li Zhuiyuan nodded in agreement, saying, "Okay, your method is the safest. It's obvious there's something wrong with the coffin. Making sure there are no other dangers in the house before attacking the coffin will ensure our safety to the greatest extent."

"Leave the first floor to me and Yang Jian, you guys go upstairs."

Others would love to do that; nobody wants to search the first floor where there are coffins.

The house was a three-story Western-style building, with three or four rooms on each floor. The structure was simple, and it would only take a few minutes to search it.

Zhang Han and Ye Jun searched the second floor, while Zhang Yiming and Ouyang Tian went up to the third floor.

Li Zhuiyuan and Yang Jian, who remained on the first floor, headed towards the storeroom and restroom next to the lobby.

Just as the two turned around, a subtle change occurred.

The two white candles placed in front of the coffin flickered and burned faster, getting closer to the bottom.

The flames grew smaller, and seemed about to go out.

The man's face in the portrait became blurred, and half of his face began to rot, with a layer of black dough stuck to his white facial bones.

Even more chilling, as the dough swayed, a cold smile could be seen on the man's face.

A strange and dangerous smile.

The second floor.

Zhang Han walked out of a room and whispered, "Strange, not only can we not find the ghost, but we haven't seen a single person on the second floor either. If I'm not mistaken, we shouldn't see anyone on the third floor either. This house with coffins is completely deserted at night."

Ye Jun walked out of the next room, saw Zhang Han looking over, shook his head and said, "There's nothing there."

Just as the two were talking, the sick ghost appeared.

"Cough cough, cough cough cough."

A weak, sickly cough, like that of a dying man, echoed from the second floor.

Ye Jun's expression changed drastically, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

The sound was coming from the room behind him, but he had already searched there and was certain there was nothing inside.

When exactly did the sick ghost get into that room?

"Ye Jun!" Zhang Han's face turned ferocious, his back throbbed, his joints twisted and broke, he was preparing to use the power of the vengeful ghost.

"I know!" Ye Jun's feet became wet, and corpse fluid kept gushing out of his body. Without hesitation, he rushed back to the room he had just looked at.

When the two rushed into the room, it was still empty.

The chilling coughing sound also disappeared.

"That damn thing has disappeared again." Zhang Han was both shocked and angry.

suddenly.

"Tap tap tap".

Footsteps sounded; someone was coming downstairs.

"In the stairwell." Zhang Han rushed over. The ghost was very close to them now, in the same house, and had even been right behind them just moments before. There was no turning back now; they could only grit their teeth and charge forward.

Li Zhuiyuan, who was on the first floor, also heard the commotion. As he ran over, he shouted, "Don't focus all your attention on the sick ghost. Keep your eyes on the people next to you and don't let your distance grow too great."

The bodies of those who control ghosts are all different from ordinary people. In less than a few seconds, the group met in the stairwell.

"It's gone." Several voices rang out in unison.

There were no ghosts in the stairwell, only a few people looking at each other in bewilderment.

The scene from not long ago played out again: everyone chased after the ghost, but could not find it anywhere.

Li Zhuiyuan glanced at them and said coldly, "Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on the people around you?"

"Where is Ouyang Tian without eggs?" Yang Jian sensed something was wrong.

"I rushed downstairs as soon as I heard the ghost's noise, and I didn't notice Ouyang Tian." Zhang Yiming's expression changed drastically, and he rushed back upstairs.

The group followed to prevent anyone from being left alone.

Soon, they arrived at the third floor.

At the top of the stairs, a body was hanging on the wall.

The corpse was twisted into coils like a pretzel.

Many bones broke off and protruded from the body, embedding themselves in the wall.

The body was no longer recognizable as human, and the face was not visible. The only way to identify the person was by the exposed clothing.

Ouyang Tian died here in such a bizarre and illogical way.

"Just... just like that, I died." Zhang Yiming's legs trembled.

As a fellow member of the Xiaoqiang Club, a ghost tamer who possessed supernatural powers, he died just like that.

Without any resistance, he died tragically before their eyes.

Li Zhuiyuan stepped forward to examine the corpse and said, "The ghost inside him is gone too. The murderous ghost twisted Ouyang Tian into a pretzel and squeezed the ghost out of his body."

"This ghost killed two ghost tamers in a row, as easily as killing chickens. Its level of terror is very high!" Zhang Yiming was a little out of control and muttered, "No, killing a chicken is more troublesome than this. At least a chicken can cluck twice."

"We're nothing but chicks compared to this demon."

Li Zhuiyuan glanced at the group of people from the club.

He was somewhat disappointed.

Even though he had clearly warned them to be careful of the people around them, they still couldn't follow his instructions well when the vengeful ghost appeared.

This led to the death of another ghost tamer.

In Li Zhuiyuan's view, it didn't matter whether Ouyang Tian lived or died, but he had to die in a meaningful way.

Dying like this wouldn't reveal any more of the killer's patterns; it's a meaningless death.

The atmosphere became very oppressive, and everyone went downstairs in silence, returning to the lobby on the first floor.

By this time, the white candles had been completely extinguished, and only the lights on the ceiling were still on.

The light bulbs were covered with the corpses of flying insects, the light was dim, and the whole lobby looked gray and gloomy.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at the coffin, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He noticed something was wrong with the portrait.