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

The woman looked very capable, but her mature and aloof face was filled with seriousness and unease.

Her name is Tong Qian, and she was in charge of another city. She was transferred here to support Dachang City.

However, the city she lived in before was relatively small, and paranormal events rarely occurred, so she lacked experience in dealing with them.

After rashly entering the ghost realm, she did not encounter the knocking ghost mentioned in the file, but the large number of ghost servants alone made her shudder.

She then realized that the so-called ghost slaves were actually a group of real ghosts.

She had no chance of leading the survivors away. After gathering a group of people, she led them into the hot pot restaurant, hoping to hold out until rescue from above.

Screams erupted, and Tong Qian snapped, "Didn't I tell you not to scream like that?!"

"Shouting and yelling will only make the situation worse."

Just as Tong Qian was about to say something, a footstep sounded.

"Tap tap tap." Someone is coming upstairs.

The dull, stiff footsteps made Tong Qian tense all over.

Because she recognized that these were not the footsteps of a living person; only the footsteps of a corpse would make such a sound.

"Shut up, all of you!" Tong Qian shouted in a low voice, quickly walked to the glass door, took out a flashlight and shone it into the corridor, wanting to see what was coming.

If it's a ghost slave she's encountered before, and there's only one of them, she can handle it.

The footsteps were getting closer; they were already going up the stairs.

A few seconds later.

An old man appeared in the beam of the flashlight.

His face was withered and wrinkled like hills, his eyes were empty and lifeless, carrying a cold stillness.

The old man was wearing an old-fashioned black long gown from the Republican era, and his exposed skin was covered with lividity.

After he appeared, the light from the military flashlights seemed to be swallowed up and disappeared into the darkness.

Out of the corner of her eye, Tong Qian clearly saw the old man's influence on his surroundings.

The ground and walls were rapidly rotting and turning black; everything was decaying.

Tong Qian realized that this old man was a Class A vengeful ghost, the door-knocking ghost.

Her heart turned cold; she had never seen such a terrifying ghost before.

After becoming a demon tamer, I gradually lost my human emotions, but those few glances just now caused the fear in my heart to surge.

Tong Qian panicked. She was thinking about whether to run away alone and abandon the dozens of survivors.

Let's try to stay; maybe we can save these people.

While she hesitated, the old man had already reached the glass door, slowly raised his stiff, withered hand covered in lividity, and began to knock.

"Knock knock, knock knock knock".

The dull knocking sound felt like a thud on the heart, making one's heart tighten and feel suffocated.

Upon reading the paranormal files, Tong Qian's expression immediately changed, and she hissed, "Get out of here! Don't stay here!"

"Side door, run out quickly!"

Several of the bolder individuals reacted immediately, rushing towards the side door with both hands and feet.

But by then there was no door left, only a wall, a wall that was turning black and rotting.

The surrounding environment is changing.

The doors and windows have all disappeared; this place has become a complete prison.

A cage where dozens of survivors are trapped, with a vengeful ghost knocking on the door.

Once they realized they couldn't get out, the crowd went into complete panic.

Screaming, insults, vandalism.

The moment their hope of survival vanished, these survivors expressed their despair in their own way.

until.

When the first person fell, there was a brief silence in the crowd.

The man suddenly collapsed to the ground, as if he had been dead for a long time, and his body emitted a nauseating stench of decay.

"Dead!"

Someone died.

"How did he die...?"

"I don't want to die!"

Tong Qian knew this was the way the door-knocking ghost killed people. She gritted her teeth and reached out to untie the ponytail at the back of her head.

Her hair was disheveled, and she grabbed it and pulled it in front of her.

With the hair no longer covering the back of his head, a terrifying face was revealed.

Pale, grotesque faces, gender indistinguishable.

His eyes were closed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a strange and dangerous smile.

"Ghost Face Tong Qian" is her code name in Interpol.

After untying her hair, Tong Qian turned her back and pointed her smiling, goofy face at the old man outside the door.

"Giggle giggle."

The grotesque face suddenly split open, emitting an incredibly chilling laugh.

The laughter was eerie, shrill, and chilling. Anyone who heard it knew it couldn't possibly be a human laugh.

The moment the laughter started, the old man outside stopped knocking on the door.

The emaciated hand, covered in lividity, stopped in mid-air, no longer pounding on the glass door.

Seeing that the ghost face could stop the old man's actions, Tong Qian felt no relief whatsoever.

Instead, the moment she made the funny face and laughed, she realized it was all over.

In the very first second of confronting the old man outside the door, a surge of irritation welled up within her, and she sensed signs of the vengeful ghost's resurgence.

The grotesque face began to move down her scalp toward her face.

If the ghost face completely moves to the front and takes over her face, then she will die, and her body will belong to that ghost face.

"The power of the evil spirit needed to stop this old man is beyond my imagination." Tong Qian quickly turned around, swept her hair back to cover the ghost face.

The eerie, chilling laughter stopped.

But another voice immediately followed.

"Knock knock, knock knock knock." The old man continued his actions, knocking on the glass door.

Another person fell to the ground.

The crowd, which had just quieted down, was reignited by fear.

Screams and cries for help rang out continuously.

Tong Qian watched as these survivors frantically searched for a way out, wandering around like headless flies, their desperate cries echoing in her ears. She bit her lip tightly.

After two more people died, she steeled herself and shouted, "Quiet down! Find a chance to leave here later, hide somewhere else, and wait for someone to rescue you."

"I'll hold off that ghost outside the door."

After saying that, Tong Qian put her hands behind her head, wanting to make that funny face again.

She knew she couldn't get out of there, and wanted to make one last desperate attempt to find a way out for the survivors, or at least buy them as much time as possible.

She was gambling, gambling that these survivors would be lucky and survive until they were rescued by others.

"That's foolish. Can you really guarantee you'll find a way out by doing this? If you fail, you'll soon die from the resurrected vengeful spirit, and then these survivors will have to face two ghosts." A cold voice suddenly rang out from the corner.

"Who is it?" Tong Qian turned around abruptly.

At some point, two young, seemingly immature men stood in the corner of the wall.

One of the figures had pitch-black eyes that exuded a terrifying aura; the darkness was so profound that it even surpassed the surrounding environment.

Another person had a gruesome gash on their forehead, and a scarlet eye was staring straight at them.