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

Li Zhuiyuan continued, "According to my idea, if both vengeful spirits are in a state of malfunction, like two machines that have lost power, the vengeful spirit tamer can make full use of the vengeful spirits' power and basically doesn't need to worry about the resurrection issue."

"We don't have enough paranormal resources right now, so there's no possibility of trying it. This is a direction for controlling vengeful spirits. Later, when we come into contact with the paranormal and have a suitable opportunity, we can give it a try."

"You must always be aware of the ghostly figure and prevent it from slipping out of your control and killing people."

"I'll be careful." Yang Jian frowned. Last time, if it weren't for Brother Xiao Yuan helping to suppress the ghost's shadow, he wouldn't have been able to control the second ghost.

That time was also exceptionally dangerous.

Making Ghost Eye and Ghost Shadow shut down would be extremely difficult, and the dangers involved are unpredictable.

He said in a deep voice, "Auntie, don't sneak into my room again after you've finished showering."

"If I lose control, you will be killed by the ghost."

"I...I understand." Jiang Yan's face was full of terror; she was terrified by the scene of her head being pulled out.

Li Zhuiyuan said, "Yang Jian has strong self-control, so you don't need to worry. I'll give you five hundred million in a bit; try to buy gold with it."

"I want real physical gold, not stocks."

"If this trend continues, gold will only become harder and harder to buy in the future."

Hearing that such a large sum of money was being handed over to her, Jiang Yan's fear immediately subsided by more than half, and she said softly, "Brother Xiao Yuan, I promise to complete the mission."

The next few days were unusually peaceful, and Li Zhuiyuan and Yang Jian rested in their rented apartment.

In contrast, Jiang Yan was busy from morning till night, spending money everywhere to buy gold.

That day, Zhang Wei called.

Invite Yang Jian and Li Zhuiyuan to a class reunion. Among the survivors of No. 7 Middle School, several of them are planning to leave Dachang City.

Arriving at a scenic pavilion according to the address, I found someone already waiting there.

Zhang Wei wore Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist, a Buddha and Bodhisattva pendant around his neck, and a peace charm hanging from his waist.

Seeing this outfit, Yang Jian couldn't help but twitch his lips and asked, "Who slapped your face? Why is one side swollen?"

Zhang Wei sighed and said, "Don't say anything, I just got this from playing games."

"I saw a game online to test if your house is haunted. At midnight, you play rock-paper-scissors with your reflection in the mirror a hundred times. If it's a tie every time, it means there are no ghosts in the house. If the ghost in the mirror wins, it means you can't live in the house."

"The dead Zhou Zheng once said that only ghosts can fight ghosts, so I added another condition to myself: whoever wins has to slap themselves. You tell me about my luck, I won all night last night and slapped myself until my face was swollen."

Everyone else wore helpless smiles; only Zhang Wei could do something like this.

Li Zhuiyuan calmly said, "Let's move. Your house is haunted."

"How can you win at rock-paper-scissors with a mirror? The mirror doesn't reflect your image; it reflects a ghost."

Zhang Wei turned pale with fright upon hearing this: "I played rock-paper-scissors with a ghost all night?"

Zhao Lei, standing to the side, felt a chill run down his spine despite the sweltering heat.

Yang Jian immediately took out his phone and called the police officer who had been outside the mall earlier, asking him to block the address where Zhang Wei lived.

"Alright, you should find somewhere else to stay."

A few minutes later, her classmate Wang Shanshan arrived; her father, Wang Bin, had driven her there.

Before anyone even got out of the car, Li Zhuiyuan immediately turned his head to look over.

Something's not right; there's a deathly smell in the car.

Wang Shanshan got out of the car wearing a dress. Her skin was unnaturally pale, almost bloodless, like a corpse that had just died.

He looked lifeless and listless.

His father, Wang Bin, said helplessly, "Classmates, Shanshan's health is getting worse and worse. We took her to see a doctor, and the doctor said her vital signs are not like those of a living person. Her heart rate is decreasing, her body temperature is very low, and she unconsciously calls out Yang Jian's name. That's why I brought her here, hoping to ask Yang Jian if he knows the reason."

Yang Jian frowned; he had no idea what had happened.

Li Zhuiyuan walked over and saw a clear mark on Wang Shanshan's wrist.

It was a scarlet ghost eye, like a tattoo, growing into her skin.

"Yang Jian, did your Ghost Eyes come into contact with Wang Shanshan back in No. 7 Middle School?" Li Zhuiyuan asked.

Yang Jian recalled for a moment and said somewhat uncertainly, "There should be. At that time, a pale, ghostly hand grabbed Wang Shanshan. I was in a hurry to save her, so I used the hand with its ghostly eyes open to pull Wang Shanshan over."

"I think I know what happened," Li Zhuiyuan said. "Wang Shanshan has been marked with a ghost eye by you and has become a kind of ghost slave."

"In other words, she can only remain conscious if you are alive."

"If you die, or if Ghost Eye revives, Wang Shanshan will become Ghost Eye's slave completely."

"However, this situation is very special. Although the mark has been planted, the human essence has not been affected. It's just that the body is becoming more and more like a ghost."

Wang Bin's face turned grim; he found it hard to accept that his daughter had become like this.

Zhang Wei, who had spent the whole night playing rock-paper-scissors with the ghost, said nonchalantly, "As long as people are alive, that's fine. Wang Shanshan is still as beautiful as ever. Let's go sing karaoke; I've already booked a private room nearby."

"Liu Qi went back to his hometown for a funeral. Miao Xiaoshan said she'll be there soon."

A while after arriving at the private room, Miao Xiaoshan arrived. Her cousin, Shangguan Yun, was worried that his cousin might get into trouble from drinking, so he came along.

After a brief greeting, Miao Xiaoshan and the others started talking about the ghost stories they had heard about recently.

Shangguan Yun scoffed, saying that high school students were too naive and that they would realize there were no ghosts in the world when they matured.

During the conversation, the waiter brought in the wine.

"We're having a promotion recently, giving away a free bottle of wine to each guest in our private rooms."

After the waiter left, Li Zhuiyuan frowned slightly.

There were only seven of them, but the waiter put out eight bottles of wine.

He sensed something was wrong and ordered another drink.

After another waiter counted the number of people outside the door, he placed eight bottles of wine on the table.

"The quantity is still wrong. Coincidences can't happen twice in a row." Li Zhuiyuan was certain that there was something wrong with this private room, and that there was someone they couldn't see.

Seeing Li Zhuiyuan cautiously scanning the area, Yang Jian walked over and asked, "What's wrong, Brother Yuan?"

Li Zhuiyuan said calmly, "The waiter brought us eight bottles of wine twice, according to the number of people in the private room."

"What's wrong with giving away an extra bottle?" Zhang Wei said.

Yang Jian said, "The waiters deliver drinks according to the number of people in the private room. Those two waiters just now both saw that there were eight people in this private room."

After they finished speaking, they all felt a chill run down their spines.

"There's a ghost!" Zhao Lei immediately recalled the terror of his escape from No. 7 Middle School and shouted, "We have to run!"

"Don't rush," Li Zhuiyuan said calmly. "We can't be sure who the ghost's target is right now. What if that person we can't see is following you?"