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

Li Zhuiyuan glanced around and said calmly, "After leaving the hot pot restaurant, you hid here, and the knocking ghost didn't come looking for you. It seems that if you survived the attack, you won't be its target again anytime soon."

"The fact that it's back means that everyone else in the Ghost Realm has been killed, and this is the last group of survivors."

"Let's not bother looking for anyone else, let's go."

"Everyone is flocking to me."

Tong Qian quickly called the survivors over.

"Wait, there are footsteps nearby, someone is coming." Tong Qian looked into the darkness not far away, but she couldn't see anything.

Li Zhuiyuan looked over with his dark eyes.

On the dark road, pale-faced people with lifeless eyes and stiff bodies walked towards this place, following the darkness.

I only glanced at it briefly, but there were at least dozens.

Many of them were wearing the uniforms of No. 7 Middle School, former students of the school. But they were no longer alive; they had become the ghost servants of the door-knocking ghost.

He said calmly, "Those are not human, they are demon slaves."

Tong Qian's expression changed drastically, and she exclaimed in surprise, "There are so many footsteps! There are so many ghost slaves!"

"Let's get out of here quickly!"

A bluish-black smog began to spread, enveloping the shivering survivors.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, it's here!" Tong Qian exclaimed in terror.

Suddenly, an old face covered in lividity and wrinkles appeared before them.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, and upon closer inspection, the eerie aura emanating from him sent chills down one's spine.

Upon being so close to the corpse, one of the survivors let out a hysterical scream.

At the same time, those ghost slaves instantly appeared all around them.

Countless pale faces flashed in the darkness, rotting and stinking heads surged, and withered, ashen arms reached out to grab the survivors.

Li Zhuiyuan raised his hand, and a large amount of bright red blood gushed out, forming a barrier that kept the ghost slaves outside.

Then, a bluish-black haze flickered, and the blood barrier disappeared along with everyone else.

Darkness has taken over this place.

On an empty street.

A bluish-black haze drifted away.

Li Zhuiyuan and others appeared out of thin air on the road.

The surroundings were no longer dark; streetlights came on, and stars and moonlight appeared in the sky.

The eerie and chilling atmosphere disappeared.

Tong Qian's face was filled with terror. Even though she was a ghost tamer and an Interpol agent in charge of a city, the scene of being surrounded by ghosts earlier still chilled her to the bone.

Looking around, she asked in a trembling voice, "Where am I?"

Yang Jian said, "This is still Dachang City, but Brother Xiao Yuan has led us away from the ghost realm of the Knocking Ghost."

"Xiao Yuan and I both hate trouble, so we'll leave the cleanup to you, a formal Interpol agent."

"That's also part of your job."

Tong Qian quickly said, "Wait, are you planning to leave?"

"What if something goes wrong again? I won't be able to handle it if you leave."

"You're a jinx." Li Zhuiyuan's voice was cold.

Tong Qian frowned and said, "Brother Xiao Yuan, my concern is perfectly reasonable, after all, it's the Knocking Ghost..."

"Shut up," Li Zhuiyuan said. "Look ahead."

The group looked towards the distance.

Under a street lamp by the roadside, a person sat with their head slightly lowered, looking lifeless.

His face was injured, and foul-smelling blood was dripping from it.

That person was Zhao Kaiming, a current Interpol officer in Dachang City.

He didn't notice Li Zhuiyuan and his group at that moment, and was looking up at a figure on the side of the road.

She said bitterly, "I have nothing but this life, why are you still clinging to me and refusing to leave?"

"Because of you, how much have I lost? You even killed my father! You evil spirit, why don't you kill me?!"

Tong Qian was about to go up and say hello when Li Zhuiyuan stopped her.

"That stiff back view wasn't human; it gave me a terrifying feeling."

Only then did Tong Qian notice Zhao Kaiming's location.

He was surrounded by darkness, trapped in the ghostly realm of the knocking door ghost. Only the streetlamp beneath him provided light.

Darkness spread in this direction, and a supernatural force was blocking the entire ghost realm.

Zhao Kaiming, or more precisely, that terrifying figure, was completely unaffected by the knocking ghost, forcefully isolating the ghost realm.

This is a ghost of extremely high terror level!

Tong Qian's fear intensified.

What exactly happened to Dachang City? How many terrifying ghosts are there?

She had already witnessed how unsolvable the knocking ghost was, and just after escaping, she encountered a terrifying ghost that could separate the ghost realm from the main ghost.

Yang Jian looked over, and the ghost eye on his forehead began to twitch uneasily, showing a faint tendency to close.

The ghost's silhouette alone, without employing any supernatural abilities, was enough to overwhelm the ghost eye.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, that ghost might be even scarier than the knocking ghost. My ghost eyes are too scared to look at it."

Upon hearing this, Tong Qian quickly whispered, "Let's not worry about it, let's go quickly."

However, the survivor's voice still reached the streetlight.

Hearing the noise, Zhao Kaiming turned around and saw them.

His previously desperate and exhausted expression turned ferocious and terrifying as he gritted his teeth and said, "Li Zhuiyuan! It's all your fault!"

"You're the one who caused my father's death!"

The terrifying figure then moved.

Li Zhuiyuan's dark eyes widened in shock as he sensed an extremely terrifying supernatural aura.

The bluish-black haze vanished in an instant, and he led everyone away from there.

On another street not far away.

A group of people suddenly appeared, and several survivors immediately ran away.

Tong Qian asked in horror, "What's wrong with Zhao Kaiming? Why is there such a terrifying ghost next to him?"

"Is it possible for a living person to control that kind of ghost?"

Li Zhuiyuan said, "From what Zhao Kaiming said just now, it seems that he has been haunted by that ghost, and he has paid a very heavy price."

"It doesn't seem like he's controlling the ghost; it's more like he's making a deal with it."

"He said his father was also killed by that ghost, and the price Zhao Kaiming paid for his deal with the vengeful ghost might be the lives of his family."

Yang Jian's expression turned solemn as he said, "A living person making a deal with a vengeful ghost? Zhao Kaiming is really bold. No one can have a good ending just by touching such ghostly things, let alone making a deal with them. Being haunted by such a ghost will only lead to the extermination of your entire family."

Tong Qian's expression was very serious. She said, "Zhao Kaiming's file is very vague and doesn't explain what abilities the vengeful spirits he controls have. I will definitely report this situation and suggest that the higher-ups detain Zhao Kaiming. He is too dangerous and absolutely cannot be allowed to become the head of a city."

Just as the group was talking, an extremely bizarre scene unfolded.

They only felt a flash of light, and everything before their eyes changed.

A streetlamp appeared ahead, and under that lamp stood Zhao Kaiming, his face contorted with rage.

And a terrifying figure with its back to them.