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

"The risks of opening the coffin are unpredictable." Li Zhuiyuan analyzed everything before him and said calmly, "If the records Liu Xiaoyu gave us are complete, it will greatly help us understand the risks involved in opening the coffin."

"She needs to give us an explanation for this."

As he spoke, he dialed a satellite phone.

Liu Xiaoyu answered the call immediately.

"I am Li Zhuiyuan. The paranormal files of Huanggang Village that you gave me before were problematic. The information recorded by Feng Quan was deleted."

Liu Xiaoyu immediately denied it, saying, "Impossible! This is a file retrieved from the archives. There aren't many people with that kind of authority, let alone the ability to delete or edit its contents."

"I don't care if it's possible or not, that's the fact. You said yourself that there aren't many people with this authority, and you know who can do this. This action is sending us ghost tamers to our deaths, and this matter won't be left like this," Li Zhuiyuan said.

Liu Xiaoyu was at a loss, unsure how to respond.

Teammate Zhao Jianguo walked over and took the call: "Li Zhuiyuan, this is Zhao Jianguo. I understand the situation. I can assure you that the purpose of all departments of Interpol is to solve paranormal events. I hope you won't have any doubts about us because of this. You can make your requests, and I will try my best to compensate you."

"You can find out who arranged this task. If I leave Huanggang Village alive, I must meet the real person in charge," Li Zhuiyuan said. "If I can't, I'll send the Door-Knocking Ghost to visit all of you."

beep.

The call ended, and the switchboard room fell silent. The operators all wore expressions of horror.

The knocking ghost is a supernatural event with a danger level of A. The fact that the knocking ghost visited all of them means that this matter is not satisfactory to Li Zhuiyuan, and he wants to slaughter the members of Interpol.

"Zhao Jianguo, I can confirm that Li Zhuiyuan's mental state has deteriorated significantly. He actually threatened to kill us. I suggest we immediately cut off all of his communications." A clerk with a high rank and a folder in his hand walked over.

"Bang!"

Zhao Jianguo slammed his fist on the table: "We can't cut off his communications! Do you think cutting off his communications will stop him from having other means? Who the hell dared to tamper with the files?"

"Does Li Zhuiyuan, such an outstanding ghost tamer, know how much effort I put into getting him to consider joining the criminal investigation team?"

"I'm going to find out who's behind this, and I'll make sure that person in charge is made to stand outside Huanggang Village."

Zhao Jianguo angrily kicked the door and left.

After ending the call, Li Zhuiyuan remained calm.

Besides demanding an explanation, he also wanted to meet with the person in charge.

The fact that the company offered to delay the ghost's resurrection suggests that their research on ghosts is extraordinary.

He wanted to learn more about the vengeful ghost from the person in charge.

Li Zhuiyuan took out the human skin paper from his pocket and asked, "Tell me the risks of opening the coffin."

Distorted handwriting appeared.

Upon arriving at Huanggang Village, I discovered that there was more than one ghost in the village. At night, the ghost in the portrait disappeared, and the situation became critical.

I wanted to understand the risks of opening the coffin through the human skin paper, but I was disappointed because the paper didn't tell me anything.

[It was terrifying to see it emerge from the coffin; I might die here.]

Li Zhuiyuan said coldly, "You don't want to talk?"

New writing appeared on the parchment.

I don't want to die at its hands, so I'm willing to trade a ghost for a piece of parchment.

[Give me a ghost on a piece of human skin, and in return, I will receive a way to leave Huanggang Village.]

"Brother Xiaoyuan, this ghost actually wants us to give him a ghost." Yang Jian frowned deeply when he saw these words.

The human skin paper is too eerie; giving it to a ghost would definitely cause a major disaster.

Li Zhuiyuan expressionlessly put away the human skin paper and said calmly, "It has already revealed enough information."

"The 'it' in the human skin paper refers to that murderous ghost. Even such a ghostly thing as human skin paper is said to be terrifying, so we could indeed die here."

"The murderer isn't in the coffin now; it's most likely the sick ghost inside. The human skin paper said I didn't want to die at the hands of the murderer, but it didn't mention the sick ghost. The sick ghost failed to restrain the murderer, so either the sick ghost isn't very terrifying, or the vengeful spirit we currently control is enough to deal with it."

"We can start opening the coffin now."

The message reappeared on the human skin paper in Li Zhuiyuan's pocket.

Damn it, he's too smart; he failed again.

The two arrived at the vermilion coffin in the mourning hall and tried to push open the lid, but found it very heavy. Although there were no coffin nails, it felt as if it were nailed shut.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, I can't push it away," Yang Jian said.

Blood seeped from Li Zhuiyuan's palms as he gripped the coffin lid with both hands and said, "Use Ghost Shadow."

The headless ghost rose from beneath Yang Jian's feet, pushing itself up with its two arms.

Gradually, the coffin opened a crack.

Li Zhuiyuan stared intently and saw a pair of hands gripping the coffin lid tightly from inside, preventing them from moving it.

The palms were deathly pale, not like the hands of a living person.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, the ghost is in the coffin." Yang Jian saw it through the crack.

Li Zhuiyuan said, "Keep pushing."

"Cough cough cough." As the gap in the coffin lid widened, that weak coughing sound reappeared.

It was very clear; the sound was coming from inside the coffin.

After the coughing sound, the coffin lid became heavier, preventing Li Zhuiyuan and Yang Jian from pushing it open.

"Get out here!" Li Zhuiyuan's dark blue arm suddenly reached into the gap in the coffin and grabbed the wrist that was holding the coffin lid shut.

The previously heavy coffin lid became lighter, and Li Zhuiyuan pulled hard, pulling out a bloodless, pale hand from the coffin.

With his other bluish-black arm, he grabbed one end of the coffin lid and shoved it backward.

The coffin lid moved back a considerable distance, and a person was pulled out.

The person inside the coffin was forced to sit up, with half of their body exposed. Their free hands gripped the edge of the coffin tightly, trying to prevent themselves from being pulled out any further.

This was a man whose face was ashen.

His open eyes were filled with numbness and pain.

It felt like I had gone through a long period of torment.

Li Zhuiyuan and Yang Jian initially intended to use the power of the vengeful spirit immediately, but they stopped when they saw the clothes the man was wearing.

That's an Interpol uniform.

"No, stop, cough cough." The man coughed weakly a few times, his numb eyes looking at Li Zhuiyuan.

"Looks like it's a person." Li Zhuiyuan didn't loosen his grip and asked, "Are you Feng Quan, the first criminal police officer in Dachang City?"

Feng Quan nodded: "It was me. You really shouldn't have come in to save me, you shouldn't have even stepped into Huanggang Village."