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

After entering the ghost coffin, Li Zhuiyuan understood everything.

The reason why the paranormal events in Huanggang Village cannot be resolved is because it is a village formed by ghosts.

There is also a person who attempts to completely transform into a ghost through the ghost coffin, occupying the coffin that belongs exclusively to ghosts.

Feng Quan's face was gloomy. After Li Zhuiyuan lay down in the coffin, he knew that the secret of the ghost coffin could no longer be kept.

"What is the true nature of this village? If my plan succeeds, I can become a vengeful ghost with the consciousness of a living person, possessing the abilities of that ghost, and constantly devouring other ghosts. There will be no more terrifying paranormal events in Dachang City. As long as I have enough time, I can solve all the vengeful ghosts in the country, and even the world, all by myself."

"I will become the savior!"

Feng Quan's face revealed an unusual madness.

Li Zhuiyuan calmly said, "The idea is good, and the goal is ambitious, but the reality is that you will never succeed."

"After lying down in the coffin, I realized that this ghost had no physical form; it was a conceptual existence. The reason we had that strange feeling when we entered the coffin was simply because we had taken the place of this ghost and experienced its existence."

"Huanggang Village disappeared for three days and then reappeared, but it was no longer the same village. The entire village was a ghost. The village became like before because this ghost was imitating, learning, and restoring everything in the village before."

"This ghost can take the form of anyone in the village, or even a blade of grass or a stone. The reason it looks like a combination of many people is because that's its ideal image. What we just destroyed were just two of its images. As long as Huanggang Village exists, this ghost will exist; it can never be imprisoned."

"The ghost coffin isn't for the living; it belongs to the ghost. Entering the coffin allows one to indirectly use some of the ghost's abilities, which is why it can be used to maintain balance. There's only one way to resolve the paranormal events here: let the ghost return to the coffin, and then everything will end."

Feng Quan's expression kept changing. He didn't want to believe what Li Zhuiyuan said, but the reality before him forced him to believe it.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Even if what you say is true, we can't let this ghost go back into the coffin. You said it's imitating and learning. If we let it go back into the coffin, when it comes out again someday, there will be an unimaginably terrifying ghost in the world."

Li Zhuiyuan said coldly, "Stop giving me such high-sounding words. You're just still dreaming of turning into a vengeful ghost using a coffin."

"No wonder that company issued this mission. The coffin, which is suspected of being able to turn a person into a ghost, does indeed have high research value."

"The root of the Huanggang Village incident is not that ghost, but you, who refuse to step out of your coffin."

Feng Quan immediately sensed something was wrong; mist began to emanate from his tattered chest.

Li Zhuiyuan's forceful removal from the coffin had instilled fear in him. If Li Zhuiyuan were to seize the initiative and suppress the ghost within him, he wouldn't even have the chance to fight back.

He focused all his attention on guarding against Li Zhuiyuan, but neglected Yang Jian who was standing to the side.

Unaware that a headless ghost had quietly stood behind him.

The headless ghost grabbed Feng Quan's head and twisted it off.

The next moment, driven by instinct, the ghostly figure slowly raised its hand and placed it on its own neck.

Despite being decapitated, Feng did not die; a supernatural force sustained his life.

He exclaimed in alarm, "Mind your own business, you ghost!"

Five scarlet ghostly eyes opened on the ghostly figure, pinning it back to the ground.

Yang Jian said in a somewhat serious tone, "Brother Xiao Yuan, the ghostly figure briefly lost control just now."

"Don't worry about it. Your current balance isn't perfect. It's normal for vengeful spirits to follow their own rules and instincts. Just find an opportunity to increase this balance later." Li Zhuiyuan was very calm. In his opinion, Yang Jian's own abilities were enough to handle this problem.

Feng Quan's head rolled to the side, but he still didn't give up, urging, "Yang Jian, do you want to perfectly control the ghost inside your body? Enter the Ghost Coffin; the Ghost Coffin can help you do it!"

"Ridiculous." Yang Jian picked up the body bag and threw Feng Quan's severed head into it.

Before sealing the bag, he looked inside and sneered, "Brother Yuan has already made it very clear. Are you still willing to let us all die in the village for your impossible dream?"

"You're not capable enough to do this. You should think about how to survive."

Hearing footsteps at the door again, Li Zhuiyuan said calmly, "That ghost is here."

"Brother Xiaoyuan, can the two of us handle it?" Yang Jian was a little flustered. His Ghost Shadow and Ghost Domain had lost control twice in a row when facing that ghost.

The ghost of Huanggang Village left a deep shadow on him.

Li Zhuiyuan said in a deep voice, "We each controlled two ghosts, and I also had bloodstained old newspapers and human skin paper in my pocket. If the newspapers don't count as vengeful ghosts, then that human skin paper definitely does, exceeding the number it could suppress, which doesn't fit its killing pattern."

"Just stand aside and don't make a move."

The two leaned against the wall of the mourning hall, no longer trying to stop the ghost.

Another person walked in.

He was a simply dressed, thin old man.

After entering the mourning hall, he kept staring at the open coffin and didn't look anywhere else.

The ghost approached the coffin step by step, and at this moment it was only a little over a meter away from Li Zhuiyuan and Yang Jian.

It's so big that you can grab it with your hand.

Li Zhuiyuan calmly watched all of this. At this point, he was certain that the ghost would not attack them.

Yang Jian stared intently at the old man, his heart leaping into his throat.

It's impossible not to be afraid. At such close range, feeling the ghost's chilling aura, his hair stood on end.

Yang Jian only breathed a sigh of relief when the old man continued walking forward, gripping the edge of the coffin.

He thought to himself with a sigh: Brother Xiaoyuan was right again.

The old man, supporting himself on one arm, slowly climbed into the coffin, holding onto the side of it.

"Click, click, click..." The thin, mud-covered hands pulled the coffin lid, moving it slowly.

With a bang, the coffin closed.

Li Zhuiyuan said calmly, "Alright, the matter of Huanggang Village is over."

After these words were spoken, the dark sky outside gradually began to brighten again.

The darkness faded.

Along with it, the entire Huanggang Village also disappeared.

Li Zhuiyuan and Yang Jian watched as the surrounding houses, roads, and everything else vanished as if someone had forcefully erased them with an eraser.

Yang Jian exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Xiao Yuan, the village is gone!"

"It's only temporarily gone. One day, when that ghost emerges from the coffin, Huanggang Village will reappear," Li Zhuiyuan said calmly. "By then, the level of terror of this ghost might be extremely high."

"I hope it never happens again." Yang Jian asked with some worry, "Brother Xiao Yuan, what should we do with this coffin?"