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

Li Zhuiyuan used the Ghost Domain to transform into a rainbow and fly towards Xiaoqiang Club.

From a distance, he saw the luxury sports car rushing out of the gate.

The sports car was very fast; with the accelerator floored, the speed had already exceeded 200 miles per hour, far exceeding the maximum distance that his Ghost Domain could extend.

As the sports car in the distance grew smaller and smaller, Li Zhuiyuan increased his speed.

In his view, Wang Xiaoqiang's escape was pointless.

Even if he manages to escape Dachang City, he can't escape the country.

It's nothing more than delaying death by a few minutes.

"His escape was swift but not chaotic. He even turned around and drove north after exiting the club, which means someone was waiting for him in the north."

Li Zhuiyuan thought of Wang Xiaoming.

He chased after them expressionlessly.

Even if Wang Xiaoming has a special status and identity, he can't protect his younger brother today.

The black light streaked across the sky at an extremely fast speed.

On the outskirts of Dachang City, a helicopter is speeding towards the ring road.

Wang Xiaoming looked calmly ahead.

In his world, everyone has a corresponding value, and as long as the price is high enough, that person is willing to die.

But there is one exception: his younger brother, Wang Xiaoqiang.

Wang Xiaoqiang was dying of cancer, but a ghost that was easy to control and had a strong ability to save his life was chosen and placed inside his body, allowing him to live.

However, his younger brother didn't really appreciate his kindness.

He said, "Locate Wang Xiaoqiang's location and monitor his whereabouts in real time."

A technician on the helicopter immediately started operating the computer and said, "According to the vehicle's locator, Wang Xiaoqiang is rapidly approaching the North City Expressway and is expected to arrive within three minutes."

"A satellite-guided mobile phone with accurate positioning," Wang Xiaoming said again, wanting to see where Li Zhuiyuan was.

The technician exclaimed in disbelief, "My God, how is this possible?"

On the computer screen, a signal is rapidly jumping in a strange way, with each jump representing the signal source traveling a considerable distance.

"Professor Wang, Li Zhuiyuan's speed has exceeded 500 meters per second! Is he flying?!"

Wang Xiaoming glanced at the screen, his expression changed, and he said, "He is indeed flying."

"I've studied the Ghost Realm before. If a Ghost Tamer is skilled enough, it's possible to achieve something similar to flying within the Ghost Realm."

In ancient times, some people called this way of traveling "transformation into a rainbow".

"Times have changed, but the way we use the power of vengeful spirits remains the same."

"The helicopter needs to speed up, or we won't make it in time."

At this moment, on the road leading out of the city.

Wang Xiaoqiang wanted to floor the gas pedal, speeding the whole way without any concern for the risk of the car overturning and him dying.

"It's my brother's helicopter, I won't die." When he saw the helicopter flying in the sky ahead, he couldn't help but show joy on his face.

"Is that so?" A cold voice echoed.

"Who!" Wang Xiaoqiang, whose mood had just calmed down, tensed up and looked around.

next moment.

"Boom!" A black beam of light descended from the sky and slammed into the front of the speeding car.

The enormous impact caused the multi-million dollar sports car to stand upright in mid-air and disintegrate into loose parts.

A person with a terrified expression flew out of the driver's seat.

A bluish-black haze surged, and a hand gripped him.

At that moment, the helicopter landed quickly, and Wang Xiaoming ran over, with Li Jun following closely behind.

"Li Zhuiyuan, don't do it! Let's talk."

Wang Xiaoming approached, panting, and said, "I don't know what happened that made you decide to kill my brother. You can listen to my offer; if it's not enough, you can raise it."

"Even if I can't do it now, give me some time, and I will fulfill my promise."

Wang Xiaoqiang struggled and regained consciousness from the tremendous impact.

Opening his eyes to find himself being choked by Li Zhuiyuan, he roared, "Li Zhuiyuan! I should have gathered all the Ghost Tamers in the club to kill you long ago!"

Wang Xiaoqiang's eyes were bloodshot; he couldn't understand how Li Zhuiyuan had managed to catch up.

Li Jun said with a serious expression, "Li Zhuiyuan, Professor Wang is a crucial figure for the country, and Wang Xiaoqiang is his only surviving relative. You cannot kill him."

"If you insist on this, I will take action."

"He's doomed today," Li Zhuiyuan said coldly.

As they spoke, the bluish-black haze began to spread outwards.

"Li Jun!" Wang Xiaoming shouted. Once Li Zhuiyuan opened his Ghost Domain, there would be no chance to save his brother.

Li Jun stepped forward, his body engulfed in eerie green flames.

Li Jun, the Ghost Fire.

The pale green will-o'-the-wisps burned in the air, flying towards the bluish-black haze.

A clash between two ghost realms.

The will-o'-the-wisps quickly disappeared into the bluish-black haze, vanishing without a trace.

"His ghost domain is stronger than yours." Wang Xiaoming's expression turned very ugly.

He could still see Li Zhuiyuan grabbing his younger brother, then stepping forward and reaching out to grab him, only to pass right through them.

The scene before them was an illusion, deliberately presented to them by Li Zhuiyuan using the Ghost Realm.

Seeing that he had entered Li Zhuiyuan's ghost realm, Wang Xiaoqiang felt a sense of despair. With Li Zhuiyuan's methods, he knew he would never be able to escape the ghost realm.

Li Zhuiyuan's cold, emotionless gaze made Wang Xiaoqiang afraid to look him in the eye. He turned his head away and gritted his teeth, saying, "Li Zhuiyuan, I'm not that easy to kill."

"I know the ghost inside you, the ghost skeleton. The real you is just this outer skin. It's a waste to let you control such a ghost," Li Zhuiyuan said calmly.

"I only need to peel off your skin and destroy it, and you will die."

Wang Xiaoqiang's pupils contracted, and he began to struggle violently.

Li Zhuiyuan reached out with his other hand to grab Wang Xiaoqiang's crown.

The palm suddenly slammed into his head.

"Ahhh..." The intense pain caused Wang Xiaoqiang to let out a piercing scream.

Li Zhuiyuan, expressionless, forcefully tore downwards, revealing scarlet flesh and tearing off the skin from his face.

A strange face appeared before me.

A highly decomposed dead face.

This is the face of the Ghost Skull; Wang Xiaoqiang is merely the skin he wears on its exterior.

Even with his skin torn off, Wang Xiaoqiang did not die; the ghostly presence of the skeleton sustained his life. He could still feel pain and make sounds.

A voice, filled with sobs and pleading, rang out: "Big brother, save me! I don't want to die, big brother!"

Seeing this, Wang Xiaoming's face darkened. He said, "Li Zhuiyuan, name your price! I can definitely do it!"

"He must die." Li Zhuiyuan continued to tear, and bright red blood gushed from his hands. The human skin, stained with blood, shrank and wrinkled as if it had shriveled.

The pleas grew fainter and fainter, and Wang Xiaoqiang's skin eventually wrinkled to the size of a fist.

After losing its human skin, the rotting bones began to move.