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

Yang Jian kept his eyes fixed on Li Zhuiyuan, not daring to relax for a moment.

They worry that if an accident happens, they won't have time to escape.

As time ticked by, he felt the dripping sound in his ears slow down, and the surrounding environment became quiet.

Gradually, it turned into a deathly silence.

Yang Jian sensed something was wrong and instinctively tried to leave, but found that he had lost control of his body!

My breathing became heavy and oppressive, and the suffocating feeling of not being able to breathe became increasingly severe.

A sharp pain shot through my arm, and a scarlet eye popped out from under my skin, giving me a bizarre perspective.

Excruciating pain emanated from multiple parts of his body, and the pain even began to roam freely throughout his body, which was nothing short of torture for Yang Jian.

Yang Jian was in so much pain that he wanted to scream, but his body was completely out of his control, and he couldn't react even to the extreme pain.

He didn't understand what had happened, and could only stand there like a wooden stake, silently enduring the excruciating pain.

Nearly two hours later, something even more despairing happened to Yang Jian.

Li Zhuiyuan made a move.

"If Li Zhuiyuan is being controlled by the ghost baby, he will die here today." Yang Jian saw Li Zhuiyuan remove the blood-stained newspaper covering his face, enduring the pain while feeling fear in his heart.

Li Zhuiyuan, as always, showed little expression. After glancing at him indifferently, he walked over with bloodstains on his face.

The scarlet ghost eye kept spinning, but it suddenly stopped when Li Zhuiyuan approached, staring at the newcomer with an eerie gaze.

"The ghost eye is reacting, but you're not making any movements. This means you've lost control of your body." After observing for a while, Li Zhuiyuan made his judgment.

After considering the current situation, Li Zhuiyuan continued, "The human skin paper set a trap for me. You must have realized something was wrong and tried to use the power of the Ghost Eye to save me. Yang Jian, you used too much of the Ghost Eye's power, and the vengeful spirit is beginning to revive within you."

"Your loss of control over your body is the best proof of this. As the vengeful spirit gradually revives, this situation will likely worsen until you completely lose control of your body and your ghost eyes fully revive. That's when you will die."

Just seconds after those words were spoken, Yang Jian regained his mobility. He collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Phew... thank goodness you weren't controlled by the ghost baby. I thought I was going to die here."

"The vengeful ghost has returned...?" Yang Jian's face was filled with panic.

It's impossible for a high school student not to be afraid when they know they're about to die.

"It's alright, there will be a way," Li Zhuiyuan comforted him. "The human skin paper knows a lot of information. As long as we can see through the traps in its information, we can survive."

"Here you go." Yang Jian quickly regained his composure and handed the human skin paper back to Li Zhuiyuan: "Don't misunderstand, I was worried that you were being controlled by a ghost, so I took the human skin paper away."

Yang Jian quickly explained that he didn't know how Li Zhuiyuan had regained consciousness, but it was clear that the other party possessed extraordinary intelligence, capable of fighting against that ghostly thing called the human skin paper. To obtain a solution from the human skin paper to resolve his own resurrection as a vengeful spirit and to detect the trap within, he needed to rely on Li Zhuiyuan.

Li Zhuiyuan nodded, indicating that he understood.

When they browsed the Ghost Tamer website before, they already knew that using the power of evil spirits would cause them to resurrect. Yang Jian was still willing to use his Ghost Eye to save him, and Li Zhuiyuan remembered this favor.

He opened the blood-stained old newspaper in his hand, revealing a bluish-black face.

No matter how many times I look at it, I still find that face eerie. The difference is that it seems to have lost some of its sinister quality.

Li Zhuiyuan used his fingers to dab the bloodstains on his face and wrote information on the ghost baby's face.

"I will obey any order from Li Zhuiyuan."

After doing all this, Li Zhuiyuan covered the face of the ghost baby next to him with the newspaper.

"Wait!" Yang Jian reminded him, "The ghost baby did wake up earlier. Are you sure that writing the message down and covering the face back up won't cause any accidents?"

"I can't really use the power of the Ghost Eye right now. If the ghost baby wakes up, neither of us will be able to escape."

"The ghost infant's consciousness is weak and has already been devoured. Now, my memories are stored beneath its face, and with this instruction, there shouldn't be any problems." Li Zhuiyuan's face was filled with anticipation: "We've avoided the trap set by the human skin paper; we won't fail. An extremely special being will appear soon."

Yang Jian said no more. He had realized the gap in wisdom between himself and Li Zhuiyuan. In the battle between the vengeful spirits, he could at most serve as a reminder.

Li Zhuiyuan covered the ghost baby's face with the blood-stained old newspaper.

After the newspaper remained on the ghost baby's face for several minutes, it began to loosen. Upon seeing this, Li Zhuiyuan directly tore off the blood-stained old newspaper.

The ghost infant, about the size of a four or five-year-old child, was no longer asleep; his eyes were now open. His eyes, devoid of white, were completely black, staring intently at Li Zhuiyuan.

The next second, the ghost baby suddenly moved, leaping onto Li Zhuiyuan's body, clinging tightly with its hands and feet, hanging like a koala.

A chilling coldness enveloped his entire body, but Li Zhuiyuan remained expressionless as he reached out to push the ghost infant away.

But the ghost baby was too powerful to push away.

"I'll help you." Seeing this, Yang Jian quickly stood up from the ground, enduring his fear, and hugged the ghost baby with both hands, pulling it back with all his might.

"No, this kid is too strong." Yang Jian was hesitating whether to use his Ghost Eye when he suddenly noticed a force pulling him closer to Li Zhuiyuan.

Something strange happened.

The ghost baby is gradually disappearing.

To be precise, it didn't disappear, but rather it gradually merged into Li Zhuiyuan's body.

This is also why Yang Jianhui was drawn closer to him.

Yang Jian quickly let go, watching this scene in alarm.

Soon, the ghost baby, about the size of a four or five-year-old child, disappeared.

At the same time, Li Zhuiyuan began to change. His originally fair skin turned bluish-black in waves, and soon his entire body became bluish-black.

The whites of his eyes faded, leaving only an eerie, pitch-black darkness filling his eye sockets.

It looks exactly like a grown-up ghost baby.

"Don't worry." Just as Yang Jian was about to escape, Li Zhuiyuan spoke up.

As soon as she spoke, the abnormality on her skin began to recover; the bluish-black color quickly faded, and her previous fair complexion returned.

His pupils also returned to normal.

Seeing Li Zhuiyuan return to normal, Yang Jian abruptly stopped in his tracks and asked in confusion, "What happened to you just now? I thought your body had been taken over by the ghost infant."

Li Zhuiyuan said calmly, "I don't know either, something unexpected happened."

He looked down at himself: "But I seem to be different from Zhou Zheng. There is no change in my abdomen, and the ghost baby is not in my stomach."

"I have a strange feeling, as if the ghost baby and I have completely merged."