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

Li Zhuiyuan looked at Ye Feng coldly, and his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Ye Feng's expression changed. He stood beside the gap created by the ghost's teeth to prevent himself from being pulled into the ghost realm again.

A hand emerged from the gap, and the ghost robe lifted its hem, blocking the attack.

Then Ye Feng stiffly pressed his chest against it.

Its hideous, blackened teeth opened and snapped down.

In the blink of an eye, the hand disappeared, and Ye Feng had used Ghost Fang for nothing.

After several attacks, Ye Feng's expression grew increasingly grim.

He can't see where Li Zhuiyuan is now.

The dark smog hadn't dissipated, but the people were gone.

Ye Feng kept a careful eye on his surroundings, but he overlooked what was above his head.

A street lamp stood there, with a bit of smog seeping into it.

Inside the glass of the light bulb, Li Zhuiyuan used the supernatural powers of the Mirror Ghost to arrive here.

He was observing.

Ye Feng's body was covered with bite marks from ghost fangs, but there were no bite marks on his head.

"Is it because Ghost Fang doesn't bite into heads? If so, then Ye Feng's head is his weakness." Li Zhuiyuan decided to give it a try.

Pulling the blood from the ground back into his body, and holding the withered, eerie severed finger in his hand, Li Zhuiyuan made his move.

The severed finger suddenly appeared in front of the gap and flew towards Ye Feng.

The ghost's robes fluttered as if to defend itself.

The severed finger disappeared just as it was about to fly out of the gap; this was a technique employed by taking advantage of the protective pattern of the ghost's shroud.

The opportunity was fleeting. Li Zhuiyuan appeared from the streetlight above and punched Ye Feng in the head.

Sensing the movement above, Ye Feng looked up and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"I've been waiting for you." While most ghost tamers manage to control one ghost by chance and struggle to survive, Ye Feng, who can control two ghosts, is definitely not a fool.

He knew that if he continued like this, even if he didn't die, his vengeful spirit would rise again soon after he left.

When Ye Feng realized that the flying object was that withered finger, he realized that Li Zhuiyuan had likely used the opportunity gained from this feint attack to target the head that was not covered by the Ghost Cloak.

Two rows of eerie, blackened teeth quickly emerged from the back of his neck, reaching his forehead, and bit down on Li Zhuiyuan's fist.

"Click-clack!"

The demon's fangs snapped open and bit down on half of the fist.

A terrifying supernatural event was triggered.

The bitten skin began to turn black, and the fierce force, imbued with an eerie quality, began to crush the finger bones.

The pain in my fingers, which are connected to my heart, spread throughout my body.

Li Zhuiyuan watched all this expressionlessly, as if the hand being bitten by the ghost's fangs wasn't his own.

Ye Feng's eyebrows twitched; the pain of being torn apart by the ghost fangs was simply unbearable for a human.

This Li Zhuiyuan didn't even flinch?

A cruel smile crept across his lips as he said, "Li Zhuiyuan, you refused to back down and make peace. Now that you've been bitten by Ghost Fang, I'll make you endure immense pain and be torn to shreds alive by Ghost Fang!"

Li Zhuiyuan glanced at Ye Feng indifferently.

This idiot still hasn't realized something's wrong.

Ghost Fang could bite through the Ghost Realm in one bite, but it still hasn't managed to bite down on his fist.

Looking down, crimson blood seeped out from where the ghost fangs had bitten him. The terrifying bite force of the ghost fangs weakened rapidly after touching the blood.

Driven by its instincts, the ghost kept its teeth clenched, causing them to chatter and make a clicking sound.

Within seconds, the blood-stained teeth could no longer bite down and were unable to loosen.

Ghost Fang slowly crawled back to Ye Feng's chest, its two rows of teeth clenched tightly, and it stopped moving completely.

What stunned Ye Feng even more was that the wound Li Zhuiyuan had been bitten by the ghost's teeth had healed in such a short time, and there was no sign of him being attacked by a supernatural force.

"You, are you a human or a ghost?" Ye Feng asked, his body trembling. How could a living person's body withstand the attack of Ghost Fang?

Furthermore, after Ghost Fang bit Li Zhuiyuan, it seemed to be suppressed, and he could hardly feel Ghost Fang's presence anymore.

Li Zhuiyuan did not reply. He was also surprised that the Ghost Fang would fall into silence after touching the Ghost Blood.

He once again raised his opinion of Ghost Blood in his mind.

After Guiya lost his ability to move, Li Zhuiyuan did not choose to continue attacking.

His cold, lifeless eyes stared at Ye Feng as he said indifferently, "You're finished."

Ye Feng's expression turned ugly. His Ghost Fang, which he considered his trump card, was useless after biting Li Zhuiyuan, and he had completely lost his means of attack.

He still forced a smile and said, "You can't kill me anytime soon, I still have... um?"

A look of panic appeared on Ye Feng's face. The ghost shroud suddenly began to tighten and showed no sign of stopping.

In just a short while, half of the few remaining living parts of his body lost their vitality.

"No, no, no..." Ye Feng could no longer stand and fell to the ground, shaking his head and roaring in despair.

Ghost Fang fell silent, and the two vengeful spirits within him lost their balance.

The ghost shroud, no longer suppressed, began to revive.

The bloodstains on the burial shroud no longer dried, but turned bright red.

Each "福" (good fortune) character looked as if it had just been written in fresh blood, a shocking sight.

Ye Feng's face grew paler and paler, and patches of lividity appeared on his neck.

As the ghost shroud shrank, he became shriveled, like someone who had died a long time ago, his face filled with resentment, fear, and despair, and he completely lost his life.

The strongest ghost tamer in the Xiaoqiang Club died in this alley.

As soon as Ye Feng died, the ghost shroud began to flutter wildly, trying to leave the already dead body and find a new target.

As for Ghost Fang, it still grows quietly on Ye Feng's withered chest, showing no signs of revival.

Seeing this, Li Zhuiyuan unleashed ghost blood from his hands, enveloping Ye Feng's corpse.

A short while later, he was holding two clumps of blood in his hands.

He tore the ghost shroud and ghost fangs off Ye Feng, leaving only a shriveled corpse covered in bite marks on the ground.

Li Zhuiyuan put the withered, severed finger, which could imprison the ghost domain, back into the box and used the ghost domain to return to his rented room.

Two crimson blood clumps were placed into the golden box that Jiang Yan had prepared over the past few days.

A primal urge to devour surged within Li Zhuiyuan as he calmly gazed at the golden box before him.

The supernatural abilities of the ghost infant and the ghost blood still need to be explored. Before he fully understands them, he will not rashly follow the ghost infant's vengeful instincts.

He took out his phone and called the officer in charge of special cases, asking them to go to the alley to dispose of Ye Feng's body.

Ten minutes later, Yang Jian returned, panting heavily.

"Brother Xiao Yuan, there are police cordoning off the alley next to the neighborhood. Did you fight with that guy named Ye Feng?"

Li Zhuiyuan nodded calmly and said, "He's dead."

He then briefly recounted his encounter with Ye Feng.

Yang Jian's eyes widened upon hearing this, and he exclaimed, "It has to be Brother Yuan. If Ye Feng had come to me first, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to kill him."

"With the combination of the Ghost Shroud and the Ghost Fang, no wonder this guy is the strongest Ghost Tamer in the Little Strong Club."

"But I'm confident he can't take me down. Most likely, after Ye Feng gives up, I'll let it go and find another opportunity to kill him later."

"Brother Xiaoyuan, shall we go find Wang Xiaoqiang now?"

Li Zhuiyuan calmly said, "Don't worry about Wang Xiaoqiang, he's just a good-for-nothing."

"Now it's Zhao Kaiming's turn. I wonder if he'll like my gift."