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

The chill emanating from the straw rope grew increasingly intense; an ordinary person would have been unable to speak by now due to suffocation.

"You're the one who wouldn't let me go, so I'll strangle you to death today." Wang Yue's face turned liver-colored, but strangely, he not only didn't die, he could also speak.

Li Zhuiyuan remained calm.

He was quite certain that the strange straw rope wouldn't kill him.

Ghost blood can stop the knocking ghost from killing, so the terror of this straw rope can't possibly exceed that of the knocking ghost.

However, before Li Zhuiyuan could use the ghost blood, an unexpected event occurred.

The strange phenomenon of the straw rope continued; the two ends of the rope, which was floating in mid-air, were suddenly pulled upwards.

A tremendous force surged forth, attempting to snap Li Zhuiyuan's neck.

Then the straw rope seemed to be fighting against some kind of supernatural force, and began to sway from side to side.

The swinging motion grew larger and larger, and a few seconds later the straw rope suddenly loosened its grip on Li Zhuiyuan's neck and disappeared into the air.

"What?" Wang Yue's liver-colored face was full of confusion.

"After my body merged with the ghost infant, the straw rope that harvests lives could no longer harm me." Li Zhuiyuan understood that what had just happened was a supernatural confrontation between the straw rope and the ghost infant, which was resolved in a few seconds.

He looked at Wang Yue and said calmly, "It's a pretty good rope, but your abilities are insufficient, and the supernatural power you can unleash is ineffective against me."

Wang Yue felt insulted by Li Zhuiyuan's indifferent attitude.

He said fiercely, "Is that so? Then I'll go all out."

As soon as he finished speaking, the rope around his neck began to tighten once again.

"Crack, crack." The sound of bones breaking clearly reached everyone's ears.

Wang Yue was desperate; even if the vengeful ghost resurrected, he would fight Li Zhuiyuan to the death.

The straw rope reappeared, hanging around Li Zhuiyuan's neck.

What led Wang Yue to despair happened.

He was on the verge of being strangled to death by the ghost rope, risking the resurrection of the vengeful spirit.

Li Zhuiyuan, who also suffered from supernatural attacks, was completely unharmed.

The ghost rope hung silently around the other person's neck like a pendant, without making a sound.

"No, it's impossible..." Wang Yue's eyes bulged out of their sockets, whether from extreme shock or from being strangled by the straw rope.

His face turned bright red as the evil spirit began to revive, and he couldn't stop.

"I don't believe my life can't take you down." Wang Yue completely gave up on himself and used his last strength to revive the ghost rope.

His skin quickly turned pale, and his legs slowly rose, gradually ascending into the air.

Wang Yue was hanging in mid-air, his survival instinct driving him to struggle.

The straw rope around Li Zhuiyuan's neck began to rise, and the evil spirit kept resurfacing. The rope's supernatural power became terrifying, and it strangled Li Zhuiyuan again.

At this moment, the thinnest part of Wang Yue's neck was tightened by the ghost rope to the thickness of only a finger.

Struggling, Wang Yue saw this scene through his drooping eyes. He twitched his lips and tried to see the other person hanging in mid-air like himself by changing the angle of his head and moving his eyes.

The next moment, his glaring eyes lost all their luster.

Li Zhuiyuan easily tore off the straw rope, threw it on the ground, and the straw rope immediately disappeared.

Wang Yue's head drooped to one side; he was dead.

Filled with despair and resentment, he was strangled to death with a straw rope.

Then the straw rope, carrying the corpse, drifted and got caught on a nearby street lamp.

Wang Yue's body swayed in mid-air.

next moment.

Countless straw ropes hung from the dark sky, each with a loop tied to its end.

The rope swayed in mid-air for just a moment.

Four or five survivors screamed as they were entangled in straw ropes, hanging in mid-air, struggling helplessly.

Looking around, the entire street was covered with hanging straw ropes, seemingly without end.

Furthermore, the area where straw ropes are appearing is expanding, and the quantity is increasing.

After the Ghost Rope revived, it became much more terrifying than when it was controlled by Wang Yue.

"So many straw ropes, what do we do?" Tong Qian panicked completely. There were deadly straw ropes hanging everywhere, and she didn't even know which direction to run away from.

These swaying ropes can kill all the survivors in just a few seconds.

"It's simple, just imprison this ghost rope," Li Zhuiyuan said calmly. "These straw ropes are all conjured by vengeful ghosts; the only real ghost rope is the one around Wang Yue's neck."

As he spoke, he walked toward Wang Yue's body.

Along the way, many straw ropes floated by, trying to hoist Li Zhuiyuan up, but the straw ropes would fall to the ground and disappear the moment they touched him.

This unbridled walking seemed to have angered the vengeful ghost, and more and more straw ropes floated towards Li Zhuiyuan's location.

But these supernatural and fantastical derivatives had no effect on him at all.

Tong Qian stared at the scene in shock, asking in surprise, "Has Brother Yuan always been this fierce?"

"These kinds of paranormal events are no problem for Brother Yuan," Yang Jian said.

A tall, headless ghostly figure rose up behind him, blocking the straw rope that was hanging down from mid-air.

However, such supernatural confrontations are only temporary. If there is no way to find and deal with the real ghost rope, it is impossible for Yang Jian, who has only controlled two ghosts and temporarily balanced the power of the evil spirit, to fight an endless battle against a resurrected ghost.

Li Zhuiyuan walked to the street lamp and looked up at the sky.

Their gaze wasn't on Wang Yue, who was hanging in the air, but rather on the inconspicuous straw rope around his neck.

Old, rotting straw ropes.

The bluish-black haze dispersed, pulling the streetlights into their own ghostly realm.

The distance, whether near or far, was under Li Zhuiyuan's control.

He reached out his hand toward the rope.

Suddenly, the dead Wang Yue moved. His eyes, which had been ripped from their sockets, rolled and looked over. He reached out, trying to stop Li Zhuiyuan.

The moment Wang Yue touched Li Zhuiyuan, his body trembled and his hand fell to the ground.

But those two eyeballs were still staring straight ahead, looking as if they had died with their eyes open.

Li Zhuiyuan, expressionless, grabbed the straw rope and roughly tore apart Wang Yue's body, throwing it aside.

After he grabbed the ghost rope, it was suppressed by the ghost infant's supernatural power, and the grass ropes that filled the sky disappeared in an instant.

Li Zhuiyuan, holding the ghost rope, walked up to Tong Qian and asked, "Do you have a golden container to contain it?"

"Yes, I have a sealed bag." Tong Qian said, taking out a small package from her body. Inside was a golden tote bag.

Made of gold and sealed, it can imprison some strange things.

Li Zhuiyuan took the bag, put the ghost rope inside, and tightened the seal.

Just now.

The already dim sky became even darker.

What was once the dim light of early night has now turned into complete darkness, with all light disappearing.

Having just escaped from the hot pot restaurant, Tong Qian exclaimed in panic, "The ghost knocking on the door is here!"

"This is a sign that he is about to appear."