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

"Tick-tock, tick-tock."

In the hidden basement of Hongfa Temple, there is a dark and eerie space.

The silence was eerie, broken only by the echoing sound of dripping black blood.

When ghost blood gushed from Li Zhuiyuan's palm, Yang Jian was so nervous that he subconsciously held his breath.

The crimson ghost blood surged toward the terrifying, tall, dark figure.

Just as they were about to make contact, the demon blood began to flow backward.

Even Li Zhuiyuan's body was moving backward, returning to Yang Jian's side.

Yang Jian's face immediately darkened.

There's only one possibility for this to happen: the ghost next to Zhao Kaiming is nearby.

Li Zhuiyuan remained indifferent. After being interrupted by the vengeful ghost, he became even more certain that his attempt was the right one.

"Tap tap tap." A dull, strange sound of footsteps came from the entrance, and stopped after a few steps.

The ghost guarded the entrance and wouldn't leave.

Li Zhuiyuan and Yang Jian turned their heads to look, but due to the influence of the supernatural force, they could only see a blurry figure standing motionless at the entrance.

Yang Jian's tone turned serious as he said, "Brother Xiao Yuan, that ghost has followed us. It's guarding the entrance, and we can't get out. I'll go pull out the coffin nails and nail it shut."

"Wait a minute." Li Zhuiyuan said calmly. He felt something was wrong. This ghost seemed to be deliberately putting pressure on them, forcing them to pull out the coffin nails.

"Thump!" A heavy footstep sound came.

"It'll be too late if we wait any longer." Yang Jian looked panicked. His condition had deteriorated after just one encounter with the vengeful ghost beside Zhao Kaiming. Now he was trapped in this supernatural space. If another supernatural collision occurred, he would definitely die from the ghost's resurrection.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, I'll go pull out the coffin nails." Yang Jian rushed towards the tall, dark figure and grabbed one end of a coffin nail.

With a gentle pull, he removed the coffin nails that held the tall, dark shadow.

Holding the rusty coffin nails in his hand, Yang Jian suddenly felt more confident.

The tall, dark shadow remained clinging to the bone tree, showing no signs of movement.

With a look of delight on his face, Yang Jian quickly walked to Li Zhuiyuan's side and said, "Brother Xiaoyuan, this shadowy figure has probably been nailed for too long; even after we pulled out the nail, it didn't budge."

Li Zhuiyuan's eyes darkened slightly; something was starting to go wrong.

Ever since Yang Jian pulled out the coffin nail, the Ghost Eye he controlled has changed.

Previously, the ghost eye on Yang Jian's forehead would keep moving, but now it was staring straight at him with a strange look in its eyes.

He said in a deep voice, "Yang Jian, haven't you noticed yet?"

"Look at your shadow."

Yang Jian looked down and saw that the five red lights on the headless ghost had already opened.

These five ghostly eyes did not try to crawl back into Yang Jian's body as before, but instead stared at Yang Jian quietly with extremely eerie gazes.

Then, the six ghost eyes uncontrollably opened the ghost domain, and red light immediately enveloped the surroundings.

Yang Jian said in a panic, "Brother Xiao Yuan, I didn't want to open the Ghost Domain. The Ghost Eye opened it by itself."

As soon as the words were spoken, the red light suddenly surged toward the tall, dark figure.

"Oh no." Seeing this, Li Zhuiyuan's heart sank.

He said, "Let's go quickly."

Li Zhuiyuan's body emitted a bluish-black haze, indicating he was about to leave.

"Boom!" A tremendous sound echoed.

The bluish-black haze disappeared, and the terrifying supernatural force blocked the ghost realm.

After the red light surged toward the tall, dark figure, it seemed to be stimulated, as it had remained motionless.

The dark, coalescing arm reached out towards Yang Jian, following the direction of the red light.

The ghostly eyes began to dart wildly, and the unbalanced power of the vengeful spirit once again caused Yang Jian to lose control of his body.

Yang Jian gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Xiao Yuan, don't worry about me, you run!"

As Li Zhuiyuan looked at the arm reaching out to grab him, his instincts kicked in, and the sight of the dark arm filled him with an overwhelming fear of impending death.

He expressionlessly stretched out his palm, and a large amount of ghost blood gushed out, forming a wall of blood to block the hand reaching out from the tall, dark figure.

The ghost blood that could stop the knocking ghost, and which even the terrifying ghost beside Zhao Kaiming was unwilling to touch, has lost its effectiveness.

That terrifying arm went straight through the wall of blood.

The ghost blood only slowed down the speed at which the arm reached out.

But the arm was too long, and at this moment it was only a finger's width away from Yang Jian.

Li Zhuiyuan took out the ghost candle and lit it.

"Bang!" The ghost candle exploded.

The sheer terror of the towering black shadow was unimaginable. The ghost candle burned out the moment it was lit, creating an explosion-like effect and emitting a dazzling flame.

The flames lasted only a moment, and the arm stopped for a moment as well.

At this moment, the dark arm was only half a finger's width away from Yang Jian.

In a fleeting moment, ghost blood surged from Li Zhuiyuan's hand, enveloping Yang Jian and suppressing his ghost eyes.

Just as Yang Jian was about to escape after regaining control of his body, the dark arm grabbed him.

"Ahhh!" A painful and piercing scream rang out.

The tall, dark figure grabbed Yang Jian's arm and pressed it towards the empty space on his forehead.

During this process, an extreme darkness surged from his arm, attempting to erode Yang Jian's body.

Fortunately, Yang Jian was enveloped in ghost blood at this moment, and the bright red ghost blood was gradually stained by the darkness, falling drop by drop onto the ground.

In just a short while, the ghost blood on Yang Jian's calf had been stained by darkness and dripped to the ground.

"The ghost blood still works. If it weren't for the ghost blood protecting Yang Jian from the dark supernatural forces, he wouldn't have survived."

"Is this ghost trying to regain its ghost eyes?"

Seeing the shadowy figure's actions, Li Zhuiyuan was somewhat surprised. The tall shadowy figure seemed not to have awakened yet, and only reacted after being stimulated by the ghost's eye. Out of the instinct of a vengeful ghost, it reached out its arm to grab Yang Jian in order to complete itself.

"It's too terrifying. If it doesn't truly awaken, I can't open my ghost realm."

With the Ghost Domain unusable, Li Zhuiyuan couldn't keep up with the arm's speed and could only watch helplessly as it pressed Yang Jian against his forehead.

In an instant, the ghost eye on Yang Jian's forehead emitted a blinding red light, which quickly spread in all directions.

Yang Jian did not give up hope. Still alive, he struggled to control his right hand and pressed the coffin nail into the face of the tall, dark figure, bit by bit.

The shadowy figure stopped all movement and fell silent once more.

This time, however, the coffin nails were not driven into the tree, but only into its body.

At this moment, Yang Jian was grabbed by the shadowy figure and pressed to his forehead. The ghost eye on his forehead became very strange, with twisted dark lines appearing in the scarlet eyeball.

The already eerie crimson eyeballs became even more ferocious and terrifying.

Although the tall, dark figure was nailed down again, the resurgence of the Ghost Eye was unstoppable.

The ghost blood on Yang Jian's body is fighting against a resurrected ghost eye, with the ghost blood slowly eroding away. But as time goes by, the ghost blood will gradually lose ground, and the rate of erosion will accelerate. Sooner or later, Yang Jian will be killed by the ghost eye.

Li Zhuiyuan watched this scene calmly.

"The ghost eye that reappeared on Yang Jian's forehead tormented his body every moment. He was still screaming in agony, but this was good news, indicating that he was still alive, just enduring immense pain."

"We must rescue Yang Jian before the ghost blood is completely consumed."