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

"It's good to be confident, but you still know too little about vengeful ghosts," Li Zhuiyuan said calmly.

The next moment, they appeared in an open space.

Li Zhuiyuan used the Ghost Domain to change the location, leaving the ghost in the conference hall.

When Wang Xiaoqiang noticed that his surroundings had changed, he suddenly turned around and saw that the ghost behind him had disappeared.

To be precise, it was Li Zhuiyuan who separated him from the ghost.

His greatest asset was easily countered.

Seeing the panic on Wang Xiaoqiang's face, Li Zhuiyuan calmly said, "An opponent like you is too weak. I don't even have the interest to make a move."

"Zhao Kaiming is an Interpol officer, yet he's asking someone of your caliber to cooperate with him."

"Yang Jian, I'm leaving the rest to you. I'm going to deliver a gift to Zhao Kaiming."

"Don't worry, Brother Yuan." Yang Jian smiled, and his shadow began to spread out beneath his feet.

The headless ghost ripped off Wang Xiaoqiang's head, and then Yang Jian fired several more shots into his head.

However, one thing puzzled Yang Jian: he did not see Wang Xiaoqiang's skull.

After confirming that Wang Xiaoqiang was dead, Yang Jian walked towards the company executives.

Yang Jian killed almost all of these prominent figures in Dachang City, leaving only a boss surnamed Ma alive.

The headless ghost ripped off Boss Ma's head and replaced it with a younger body, while Yang Jian's supernatural powers sustained his life.

After indirectly taking control of President Ma, Yang Jian also left.

Shortly after he left, a highly decomposed body emerged from the club building.

It reeked of a foul stench, its flesh was rotten, and its bones were exposed in many places.

The face was even more horrifying, with black and red rotting flesh stuck to the skull, and empty eye sockets without eyeballs.

From a distance, it looked exactly like the figure that Wang Xiaoqiang had released earlier.

The ghost walked to Wang Xiaoqiang's corpse, reached into the body, pulled out one bloody entrails after another, and stuffed them into its own body.

Slowly, the broken and empty skeleton was filled in.

The heart resumed beating, and the skin and flesh were haphazardly glued to the bones.

Finally, the ghost picked up Wang Xiaoqiang's head and, like putting on a hood, forced its own head inside.

A broken and incomplete Wang Xiaoqiang appeared.

His body was even more tattered than before, like a pile of rotten flesh forcibly pieced together.

The next moment, the body's eyes blinked.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and Wang Xiaoqiang's voice rang out: "Damn it, I died again."

"Fortunately, this ghost didn't abandon me. I wonder how many more times this broken body I can use."

"It's time for Ye Feng to make a move."

Ma Youcai, standing to the side, was so frightened that he couldn't stand up.

These ghost tamers are terrifying; they're not human at all.

After Wang Xiaoqiang left, Ma Youcai found the phone number Yang Jian had left and told him everything that had just happened.

"He's still alive? He really is a cockroach." Yang Jian stopped his car on the side of the road and immediately called Li Zhuiyuan.

After the call is connected.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, I didn't handle things well just now. Wang Xiaoqiang didn't die, and that ghost actually went to save him."

Li Zhuiyuan calmly said, "It's alright. If you can kill him once, you can kill him a second time."

Yang Jian spoke quickly: "There's one more thing. The survivor I kept told me that Xiaoqiang Club has a very strong ghost tamer who controls two ghosts. His name is Ye Feng, and Wang Xiaoqiang has asked him for help."

"I understand." After hanging up the phone, Li Zhuiyuan arrived at the entrance of the residential area, where a man in a trench coat blocked his way.

The man was not yet thirty, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and a bit of stubble on his chin, looking somewhat颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a sense of listlessness, apathy, or even decadence).

A faint smile graced his face, but it was not a gentle smile; rather, it was full of arrogance.

His gaze toward Li Zhuiyuan was filled with undisguised contempt.

He didn't say a word, glanced arrogantly at the alley to the side, and turned to walk away.

Li Zhuiyuan followed calmly behind.

After entering the alley, Li Zhuiyuan asked, "Are you Ye Feng?"

Ye Feng smiled dismissively: "It's me. I know what you did at the Xiaoqiang Club. Not bad, young and arrogant."

"Someone who hasn't lived past twenty years can survive multiple paranormal events. If you hadn't gone down the wrong path and gone against Wang Xiaoqiang, you would have lived a very comfortable life in the future."

"You've gone too far. Wang Xiaoqiang's club, which he worked so hard to build up over the past year, is now on the verge of bankruptcy because of you."

You will pay the price for your actions.

"By the way, you don't think you're so great just because you control two ghosts, do you? Do you know how many ghosts the number one ghost tamer in Asia has controlled?"

Li Zhuiyuan remained calm and said indifferently, "What, trying to scare me?"

Ye Feng said, "I'm not trying to scare you, but you can control two ghosts, so you must be pretty brave. I want you to understand the immensity of the world. Joining Interpol is not a good choice. It's all about risking your life and doing hard labor, and there's a high chance of dying. In this day and age, the only real way out is to stick together, divide up the power, and operate independently."

"If a demon tamer lives long enough, what can't they have? Money, women, power—they can have everything they desire."

Li Zhuiyuan glanced at Ye Feng and said calmly, "I'm not interested in what you're saying."

Ye Feng's expression hardened, and he said somewhat angrily, "I've told you so much because I admire you and want to give you a chance to admit your mistake. If you're willing to join the club and compensate for all its losses, I can promise you that I won't lay a hand on you, and I'll persuade Wang Xiaoqiang to make peace with you."

Li Zhuiyuan said coldly, "After saying so much, you still don't want to make a move. You know I control more than one ghost, and you're worried that I'll kill you if we fight. You make it sound so noble, but you're just afraid."

As he spoke, Li Zhuiyuan's eyes turned pitch black, his eerie and sinister gaze sending chills down one's spine.

A bluish-black haze spread through the alley.

His attitude was very clear: he didn't want to communicate at all; he just wanted to take down the Xiaoqiang Club.

Whoever comes will die.

"Is there nothing left to discuss?" Ye Feng was a little dumbfounded.

Upon seeing the dark blue smog appear, he hurriedly pulled out a palm-sized box from his pocket and took out a withered finger from it.

The fingers were shriveled, and the nails were as black as ink.

Upon seeing the smog approaching, Ye Feng advanced instead of retreating, and pierced the ground with his finger.

The moment it pierced through, the ghostly aura stopped spreading, as if it had been pinned down by the finger.

Ye Feng smirked and said, "Kid, knowing you have the Ghost Domain, how could I not prepare some tricks?"

He spoke as he quickly backed away.

The ghost realm was pulled apart, and the spreading smog quickly shrank, being stretched into a straight line.

Retreating thirty meters, Ye Feng laughed, "Now that your Ghost Domain is restricted, it's equivalent to crippling one of your ghosts' abilities. So what if you control two ghosts? How can you fight me?"