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

"The country shouldn't have spent so much to save me, and your rescue has only made things worse." Feng Quan's numb expression concealed surprise.

After the boy grabbed his wrist, he actually felt the vengeful spirit within him being suppressed.

"Save you?" Yang Jian's expression changed: "Who's here to save you? We were tricked into coming here by a company."

Li Zhuiyuan's expression turned even colder after hearing Feng Quan's words.

Did Feng Quan think they were there to rescue him?

Did that company go to such great lengths to rescue the detective trapped in the coffin?

He said coldly, "Stop acting. You know in your heart whether you're worth rescuing."

"The coughing ghost is you. The murderous ghost in the village is extremely terrifying. The reason you survived is because you hid in the coffin. This coffin is special; it must have some extraordinary function, right?"

Feng Quan's eyes flickered slightly as he said, "The coughing sound was mine, meant to gather you all together. The terror level of the ghosts in this village increases with the number of ghosts; being alone will trigger that ghost's killing pattern."

"As for the ghost coffin, I cannot leave. That ghost wants to return to this place, and if it succeeds, it will become extremely terrifying."

Li Zhuiyuan released his grip and carefully examined the coffin.

A coffin that even ghosts would fight over is definitely not simple.

However, Feng Quan avoided the main point and refused to reveal what was so special about the coffin.

His answer also contained key information.

Does the level of terror of ghosts increase with the number of ghosts in the village?

So when they enter the village, the ghost will become incredibly terrifying, instead of waiting until several ghost tamers die before it begins.

The reason why the mystery remains unsolved is because we do not know the abilities and functions of this coffin.

"What is the purpose of this coffin? The files you submitted are incomplete, so we can't see the relevant information," Li Zhuiyuan said.

Feng Quan's numb eyes darted around for a moment before he said, "The fact that you can't see all the information I report only means your authority is limited, or you're not an Interpol agent. In that case, I won't tell you any information about the Ghost Coffin; that would be leaking state secrets."

"In short, you must understand that you absolutely cannot let that ghost go back into the coffin."

"Before, whenever I appeared, that ghost would come. Now that you've pulled me out, that ghost will be here soon."

Feng Quan said solemnly, "It's no wonder you pulled me out. The balance has been broken, and there's no use in me hiding in the coffin anymore."

"We can only try to imprison that ghost, or we'll all die."

"From now on, no matter what happens outside, we cannot leave the mourning hall. If the ghost wants to return to the coffin, it will definitely come to the mourning hall. The body bags you are carrying are made of gold, right? We need to find a way to lock it in." As he spoke, Feng Quan walked out of the coffin. His body was very stiff, and he walked unsteadily, even less than a toddler who had just learned to walk. He swayed constantly, and if he hadn't been holding onto the coffin, he probably would have fallen to the ground.

Li Zhuiyuan said calmly, "If you want to successfully imprison that ghost, you need to tell us about its abilities."

"I'm not entirely sure. All I know is that you can't separate too far apart. Being alone means certain death, and even the most powerful ghost tamer can't resist. I was lucky enough to survive and hide in the coffin before," Feng Quan said. "I suggest you go all out. If you're worried about the resurrection of the vengeful ghost, you might very well be killed by it."

Li Zhuiyuan's eyes flashed.

Feng Quan was unaware that he and Yang Jian were in a special state, allowing them to use the power of vengeful spirits for extended periods.

I said these words to get them to fight desperately.

However, he didn't believe that Feng Quan didn't understand the ghost.

Feng Quan, as the first Interpol officer in Dachang City, is the earliest person Li Zhuiyuan knows who has been in contact with the supernatural.

The second detective, Zhou Zheng, is dead. Feng Quan has been fighting against the evil spirits in Huanggang Village for so long and he is still alive. It's impossible that he only knows this little bit of information.

"You want us to fight to the death, yet you're holding back." Li Zhuiyuan grabbed Feng Quan by the throat, his dark eyes gleaming coldly. "Perfect, I'll use you to test the ghost blood."

For the first time, Feng Quan's numb expression changed, and confusion and anger appeared on his face.

"The young demon tamers these days are so unreasonable. They don't show any respect to a senior like me."

"Don't think you're so great just because you can control a ghost. An Interpol agent like me has gone much further than you."

"If it weren't for the worry that you couldn't handle that ghost, the charge of attacking an Interpol officer would be enough to kill you here."

Li Zhuiyuan's expression was calm, but bright red ghost blood appeared on his palm and began to flow from Feng Quan's neck.

Feng Quan discovered that the suppression of the supernatural power within him had become even more severe.

A white mist rose from his body, and a faint figure appeared in the mist.

Before the figure could fully take shape, the ghost blood had already soaked Feng Quan's body, leaving only his head uncovered.

"You can completely suppress the vengeful ghost?" As the mist dissipated, Feng Quan was surprised to find that the ghost within him had fallen silent.

His eyes flickered, and his voice, no longer so cold, became calm as he said, "You have this ability, but you shouldn't use it against me."

"After swallowing the ghost blood, Brother Xiaoyuan's ability to control it far surpasses Yan Li's." Yang Jian was shocked to find that not a single drop of the ghost blood had fallen to the ground, indicating that Brother Xiaoyuan's control over the ghost blood had reached a very subtle level.

"Tap, tap, tap." Just then, heavy footsteps came from outside.

The sound came from behind the house, and someone walked through the alley.

The footsteps sounded strange, uniform and precise, each movement as precise as a machine, even the volume of the footsteps was consistent.

Feng Quan grew anxious and said, "The ghost is coming! Let me go first, and we'll deal with this ghost together."

Li Zhuiyuan didn't let go, and said coldly, "Since you're unwilling to reveal the ghost's abilities, then you can be the first to go. I'll know once the ghost makes its move."

"You can't do this. If something goes wrong, we'll all die..." Feng Quan tried to struggle, but after the ghost inside his body was suppressed, he turned back into an ordinary person. The chilling aura emanating from the ghost blood made his body increasingly stiff, and he was powerless to resist.

The footsteps grew closer, sounding from the side of the house, heading towards the gate.

A moment later, a man emerged from the darkness.

Young and handsome, he was the same person in the previous portrait.

It stopped in front of the gate, seemingly unwilling to step into Yang Jian's ghostly domain.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, it's not moving," Yang Jian said in a low voice, his expression grave.

The ghost neither left nor entered.

Standing guard at the door like this only intensified the fear in my heart.