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

"We need to find a way to get more information before we can make a decision on the next step." As the bluish-black skin faded, Li Zhuiyuan calmly looked at the pool of blood on the ground.

No matter what signals his body was sending, he remained absolutely calm.

Yan Li took out the golden box and put the writhing blood on the ground into it.

After closing it, he took out a piece of gold aluminum foil and wrapped it several times before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Yan Li said, "Even so, this is only the initial detention. The aluminum foil needs to be melted and welded shut to leave no gaps, otherwise even ghosts might escape."

Afterwards, he held the golden box in both hands, desperately wanting to keep it. After all, he had risked the resurrection of the vengeful spirit to imprison it, and his family's future livelihood depended on this ghost.

But when he saw Li Zhuiyuan's calm expression, his heart tightened.

He had already witnessed the strength of the young man before him.

After leaving the storage room, Li Zhuiyuan had been using the power of the vengeful spirit until just now, and so much time has passed since then!

This was completely beyond his understanding of ghost tamers.

Having used the power of evil spirits for so long and fought against real ghosts, even if one has only recently become a ghost tamer, one should have recovered by now.

But the other party was in such good condition that they didn't even look like a ghost tamer.

Yan Li sighed inwardly; circumstances were beyond his control.

Xiao Yuan put too much pressure on him.

Yan Li handed over the gold box, saying, "Brother Xiao Yuan, I'm entrusting this box to you for safekeeping. I'll spread the word at the club and find a buyer. I hope I can get what I deserve."

Li Zhuiyuan glanced at Yang Jian, gesturing for him to take the gold box, and said, "I won't take advantage of you, nor will I let you suffer a loss. Tell me the terms of the transaction, and I'll take the box over once I'm satisfied."

Yan Li gave an awkward smile: "Let's do it the way Brother Xiao Yuan said."

After exchanging contact information, Yang Jian went to the storeroom and woke up the group of people who were lying on the ground trembling. He took the key hanging on Sister Li's body and left the mall.

The last rays of dusk illuminated the street, where several police cars were parked and cordoned off the area.

Just as the police were about to break through and go inside, a group of people came out.

Upon seeing the police, the manager, who had handed over his life savings, immediately shouted that he had been extorted.

He took out his phone and showed the transaction records, pointing to Yang Jian.

Just as the police officers were verifying Yang Jian's identity, they unexpectedly received a call from their superiors, informing them that Yang Jian had a special identity and that they did not have the authority to do so.

Watching the manager being taken away with a look of despair on his face, Li Zhuiyuan realized that Interpol's power seemed to be greater than he had thought.

After leaving the mall, Li Zhuiyuan and Yang Jian found a nearby aluminum alloy door and window shop and welded the gold box shut.

Under Jiang Yan's persistent pestering, and considering that the newspaper ghost that can modify memories might return to Yang Jian's house at any time, the two decided to stay at Jiang Yan's single apartment for a while.

Shortly after arriving at Jiang Yan's house, the Asian division called.

"This is operator Liu Xiaoyu. Your actions today have been reported to the local police. You did a very good job."

Li Zhuiyuan said, "No need for praise, I want to understand the powers of Interpol."

Liu Xiaoyu's voice immediately turned excited: "Criminal police officers can mobilize all police forces within their jurisdiction, have a high degree of freedom, and are responsible for handling paranormal events in a region. In return, they receive a subsidy for each call, as well as the right to use 100 kilograms of gold. Research findings on vengeful ghosts will also be communicated to the criminal police officers immediately."

"However, you have to pass an assessment before you can become a criminal investigator."

"Okay, I understand. I'll contact you if I need anything." Li Zhuiyuan hung up the phone.

On the other end of the phone.

Team leader Zhao Jianguo asked nervously, "Liu Xiaoyu, what did Li Zhuiyuan say? I've seen what happened this time. Li Zhuiyuan can not only use the power of evil spirits for a long time, but also has intelligence far beyond that of ordinary people. His performance surpasses that of many veteran ghost tamers. We must win him over."

Liu Xiaoyu nodded and said, "I will try my best."

After the call ended, Yang Jian said earnestly, "Brother Xiao Yuan, from a long-term perspective, joining Interpol is a better choice. If you're willing to join, I'll join you too."

"Using the nation's resources to research vengeful spirits is definitely better than going it alone. Let's observe for a while longer, and if there are enough benefits, we'll join in," Li Zhuiyuan said.

Yang Jian said, "Okay, Brother Xiaoyuan, I'm going to rest. You go to the master bedroom, I'll go to the study. As for Aunt Jiang Yan, she can sleep on the sofa."

Jiang Yan said angrily, "This is my house! And I'm not your aunt!"

At night, lights illuminated Dachang City.

After taking a shower, Jiang Yan wrapped herself in a towel and glanced back and forth between the master bedroom and the study.

"Brother Xiao Yuan is not very old. His eyes didn't waver when he looked at me. My perfect figure doesn't attract him at all."

"Yang Jian is different. He's a high school student, full of youthful vigor. How can he possibly resist me?"

Jiang Yan chuckled and slipped into the study.

"Yang Jian, are you asleep?" The slender woman slowly climbed into bed, and after finding Yang Jian motionless, she hugged him tightly.

Just as she was about to look up and say something ambiguous, Jiang Yan clearly saw Yang Jian's forehead, cheeks, and neck blinking with scarlet eyes.

"Ah!" A piercing scream rang out.

A few seconds later, Li Zhuiyuan, who had heard the sound, came to the study.

Jiang Yan was so panicked that her bathrobe was slightly disheveled. Pointing at the bed, she cried out in a panic, "He... Yang Jian, he..."

The scarlet ghost eyes spun incessantly, more active than Li Zhuiyuan had ever seen before.

A bluish-black hand extends, obscuring the ghostly eyes on the forehead and cheeks.

Half a minute later, the ghost eyes closed completely, and Yang Jian sat up with a sullen face.

"Brother Xiao Yuan, Ghost Eye has revived further. I can't hold on for much longer."

Li Zhuiyuan calmly said, "It's alright. I have some ideas about delaying the resurrection of the vengeful ghost. However, this method is somewhat risky. If it fails, you will die."

"After becoming a ghost tamer, I face death every moment. Rather than let the vengeful ghosts rise again, I might as well take a gamble while I'm still lucid." Yang Jian's words were laced with ruthlessness.

Li Zhuiyuan had already guessed that Yang Jian would make this choice.

He said calmly, "I can use the power of the ghost infant to help you suppress the ghost eye and delay your recovery. This shows that vengeful ghosts can restrain each other. If one ghost helps you suppress the ghost eye, it can greatly slow down the recovery time of the ghost eye and prolong your life."

"Similarly, the ghost eye is also restraining that ghost. The two ghosts are fighting each other, and you are trying to survive between the two fierce ghosts."

Yang Jian's pupils suddenly contracted.

Controlling one ghost is scary enough, but Brother Yuan actually wants him to control two ghosts?