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

The portrait on the altar has changed.

The young man's appearance was different from before.

Li Zhuiyuan's calm voice echoed in the silent hall: "Look at that portrait. Doesn't it look somewhat like the deceased Ouyang Tian?"

Everyone looked up at the portrait.

Just one glance.

Zhang Yiming, Ye Jun, and Zhang Han, the three surviving members of the club, felt a chill spread from their feet to their entire bodies.

They had a lot of contact with Ouyang Tian and were quite familiar with him.

The portrait... really does bear some resemblance to Ouyang Tian.

"How could this be? This place is too eerie..." Ye Jun's face was very pale as he kept looking around. He felt that this village was full of danger.

The change in the portrait became the final straw for Zhang Yiming, who, who was already considering retiring, could no longer hold back.

"No, the situation is too bad. Staying here will only lead to our deaths. I only thought of staying and taking a chance because we had more people. We died two of us without even seeing a ghost. We died so tragically. Now Ouyang Tian's face is still on the portrait."

"I can't handle things here. I'm going back to settle accounts with that company. Sending us here is like sending us to our deaths."

After speaking, Zhang Yiming handed a car key to Yang Jian.

"When I came over this morning, I saw that you two walked here. You don't have a car, do you? Here are Ouyang Tian's car keys. We can't drive his car away, so we're giving them to you."

Yang took the car keys.

He clearly remembered that these people were driving luxury sports cars, each worth several million dollars, so why not take them?

Li Zhuiyuan glanced at the group indifferently.

Cowardly and afraid of death, hesitant and timid.

No wonder they were sitting in the club waiting to die.

Such a person will never achieve anything in their life.

"Let's hurry up and go," Zhang Yiming urged.

Yang Jian put the car keys in his pocket and waited for Li Zhuiyuan to make a decision.

Even in this situation, he still decided to follow Xiao Yuan's arrangements.

When it comes to how to fight against the supernatural, Xiao Yuan is ahead of all of them.

Zhang Yiming was dumbfounded. Even at this point, these two young people still didn't want to leave?

He knew that Li Zhuiyuan was the one who made the decision, and he tried to persuade him, "What are you still thinking about? Staying here will only lead to death."

Seeing that the other party ignored him, Zhang Yiming gave the boy a deep look, his eyes filled with admiration.

No wonder there's an old saying that heroes emerge from among the young; he was already terrified, yet this kid still refused to leave.

"Alright, I hope you survive."

Zhang Yiming believed that the paranormal events here were beyond his control, and that simply surviving was the best outcome.

After saying that, he and Ye Jun left.

Zhang Han stood still, his gaze shifting between the two groups.

Leaving this place would mean abandoning the mission, losing the means to delay the ghost's resurgence, and not surviving long after returning.

If I stay here, I might die tonight.

"Wait for me." Zhang Han sighed. He was still afraid of dying and chose to leave.

Members of the Xiaoqiang Club either died or fled.

In the eerily silent mourning hall, only Li Zhuiyuan and Yang Jian remained.

Li Zhuiyuan said calmly, "Trying to escape? Do you really think you can?"

"Are they being targeted by ghosts?" Yang Jian asked.

Li Zhuiyuan said, "The sick ghost disappears without a sound, leaving no trace. What supernatural power do you think could do that?"

Yang Jian immediately understood and asked in surprise, "There's a ghost realm here?"

"I'm just guessing. If the ghosts here possess ghost domains, then they can't leave this village," Li Zhuiyuan said calmly. "We have the means to fight back, and you also have a ghost domain. If you really can't deal with the ghosts here, you can leave through your ghost domain."

"Now, it's time to deal with this portrait."

Just as Li Zhuiyuan was about to strike the portrait, his satellite-guided cell phone rang.

It was Liu Xiaoyu calling.

Upon answering the phone, Li Zhuiyuan asked, "You found the files for Huanggang Village, right?"

Liu Xiaoyu's voice was somewhat grave as she said, "I've found all the photos and information you asked me to look up. That photo is very strange; I compared it with databases across the country and couldn't find this person. After professional analysis, it's highly likely that the photo is a composite."

"I understand." Li Zhuiyuan wasn't surprised; he had already noticed something was off about the portrait. "Where's the file?"

Liu Xiaoyu said, "I'll send the file to your phone right away."

Upon receiving the email, Li Zhuiyuan opened it.

The Paranormal Events Files of Huanggang Village, Dachang City

The record shows that at a certain time, Huanggang Village disappeared overnight. Satellite images show that all the buildings, people, chickens, and ducks in the village were gone.

This village is as if it had been wiped off the face of the earth.

Strangely, a vermilion coffin appeared in the original center of the village, with a blurry human figure standing beside it.

Three days later, Huanggang Village reappeared, but the village was deserted, and the villagers did not return.

Feng Quan, the first criminal police officer in Dachang City, entered the village to conduct an investigation.

Then came the notes taken by Feng Quan.

"I've entered the village and confirmed that all the villagers have disappeared. I saw a coffin, but no one. I don't know where they went. I've tentatively classified them as vengeful ghosts of low danger."

"It's getting dark, so I've decided to continue my investigation and stay in Huanggang Village."

"If you hear footsteps at night, that's a vengeful ghost."

"Damn it, I can't get out! I suggest sealing off Huanggang Village."

"Don't touch that coffin! Absolutely don't touch it!"

The records are few and far between, and even somewhat disjointed, clearly indicating that they have been deliberately edited.

In particular, how did Feng Quan determine that the coffin could not be moved?

These crucial information files are not available.

After reviewing the file, Yang Jian asked in alarm, "Brother Xiao Yuan, if the villagers disappeared before, what about the people we saw during the day?"

Are they all ghosts?

"A village full of ghosts!"

Li Zhuiyuan calmly said, "I can't sense any supernatural aura from those villagers. Liu Genrong's attitude will change for money; that's human nature."

"Based on the files, it can be confirmed that these villagers are not normal living people. They are probably similar to the headless corpses in the mall. These villagers may have been affected by supernatural forces without their knowledge. They were human when we saw them during the day, but we don't know when they will turn into ghost slaves."

"There's something wrong with this file; crucial information has been omitted."

"But one thing is certain: the photo of the vermilion coffin that appeared after the village disappeared, as recorded in the archives, is exactly the same as the coffin in front of us. Paranormal events shouldn't have such a coincidence."

"There are problems with both the portrait and the coffin."

"According to my deduction, there are two ghosts fighting each other in the village. The sick ghost is trying to prevent us from being alone, while the murderous ghost targets ghost tamers. If we deal with the sick ghost, the murderous ghost will lose its balance."

"So, which one is the murderer, the portrait or the coffin?"