Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 143 The Suddenly Appearing Path

As the blood lake surged and crashed, the area that Wang Liang had just encroached upon was immediately pushed back and continued to shrink in swathes.

The cold, bloody water formed huge waves that crashed into the blood lake controlled by Wang Liang, and large areas of the blood lake were being eroded and transformed.

The mindless suppression of this supernatural entity leaves one helpless, which is one of the terrifying aspects of the Blood Lake.

"That's not good."

Wang Liang's face was grim. His blood lake was rapidly shrinking; in just a few seconds, half of its area had disappeared.

The slit-mouthed woman kept swinging her bone spear, unleashing deadly attacks forward. But even though each swing could blast open a large wave of demon blood and make it disappear, so what? It was just a little bit of derived demon blood. Now the entire lake was almost pressing down on her!

Another wave of blood, tens of meters high, surged into the blood lake controlled by Wang Liang. The rest of the blood lake churned and surged, pushing towards the boundary, and soon basically assimilated Wang Liang's blood lake.

The blood slaves inside were transformed, and Sadako was drowned in the lake and crushed into ashes.

"Excuse me, take my leave."

Wang Liang retrieved the Slit-Mouthed Woman, grabbed the bone spear, and vanished from the spot in a flash of gray light.

The next second, the blood lake surged onto the shore, submerging the spot where Wang Liang had just stood, as well as the surrounding dead trees, thus expanding the entire area of ​​the blood lake.

Wang Liang used the Ghost Domain to teleport to a distant location, gazing at the Blood Lake as it returned to calm.

Ghost blood gushed out from beneath Wang Liang's feet, reopening the blood cave leading to the blood lake. He repeated the process from the first time, assimilating one-tenth of the blood lake.

After finishing this task, he took out a golden bag from the ghost blood, which contained one hundred copied cassette tapes and the same number of small players.

Insert a cassette tape into the player and press the play button.

A buzzing sound of electricity came from the player, followed by the missionary's classic lines.

"I am a missionary. This is my recording. Everyone who listens to this recording will die after the second 'beep'. All of them."

Wang Liang held the media player, waiting for the curse to descend.

As the missionary's voice rang out, he could feel a chill emanating from the player in his hand.

"It's really possible. Is it a curse brought by sound? How strange. If it's combined with ghost calls, tsk, it might be like communicating directly with the whole world, making calls and killings at will on a global scale."

After considering this possibility, Wang Liang became even more preoccupied with the ghost of the missionary.

If Sadako could merge these two puzzle pieces, the medium would no longer be limited to her image; instead, it could be used to trigger Sadako attacks via global telephone calls, making the following possible:

I'm here. I just wanted to let you know and have a chat with you. Forget it, go to hell.

These days, what place doesn't have a telephone? It can monitor the entire world!

The curse of Sadako is spread more widely through telephone communication at any location, and then through nearby electrical appliances, causing supernatural pollution in that area.

How many media outlets would that require?

The missionary's curse descends, and a blonde girl ghost with only half a body and a bloody gash at the waist appears in the deep ghost realm corresponding to the player.

His figure gradually solidified, fixing his gaze on Wang Liang, who was holding the media player.

Without waiting for the missionary's second beep, Wang Liang threw the player in his hand into the ghost blood.

Anchored to the player, the half-body girl ghost in the deep ghost realm also fell into the ghost blood.

As a result, no sound came out again; the ghost blood had the ability to wash away the curse.

"That's good. When we go to the Caesars Hotel, we can give the missionary a big gift. Hopefully, he can handle it." After verifying this, Wang Liang prepared to travel back to reality using the Ghost Blood.

But just as he was about to sink into the ghost blood beneath his feet, he suddenly noticed a yellowish light shining in the distance, which was particularly noticeable in this dim and eerie place.

Wang Liang suddenly turned his head and saw that a narrow dirt road had inexplicably appeared there, and an old bus with rust was driving strangely on it.

"A ghost bus?!"

Wang Liang's pupils contracted. The bus that could appear so strangely in this supernatural place isolated from reality could not possibly be a normal bus; it was a ghost bus that went specifically to pick up ghosts.

Without hesitation, a flash of gray light appeared, and Wang Liang, enveloped in the ghostly aura, sped towards that place.

On the ghost bus,

There weren't many people sitting in the car; they were scattered around.

In the last row, there was one person sitting in each of the window seats on either side.

One of them was a middle-aged man wearing a black trench coat with the collar pulled up high, covering half of his face.

One of the men looked much younger, like a college student, wearing a baseball cap and with his head down. From the back of his head, which wasn't covered by the cap, you could tell he was bald.

"A vast, blood-red lake? Where the hell has this thing brought me? Is this still in China?"

The middle-aged man in the black trench coat looked up out the car window, his eyes bloodshot, his face haggard, and he looked uneasy.

"You've been on the bus for over an hour, haven't you noticed anything wrong? This bus is clearly not going to the real world, it's a ghost bus!" another person in the back said at this moment.

"Oh? You've finally spoken. Who are you?" Xu Feng's gaze flickered, then shifted to another person in the same row.

The bald man adjusted his baseball cap, revealing a slightly youthful face, and chuckled, "Lin Bei, I unexpectedly got on the bus a day ago, not long before you. What about you?"

"Hmph, Xu Feng. Tell me everything you know about this car."

"Hey, hey, your tone is so rude. What's with that commanding tone?" Lin Bei shook his head and said helplessly.

"I am the person in charge of Xiaochun City. This is my identification. I advise you to cooperate with me and honestly explain the situation here, or you will bear the consequences," Xu Feng said in a deep voice.

"The person in charge? An official? Tsk, but getting on this bus is bad luck, no, maybe it's lucky too," Lin Bei said jokingly.

"What do you mean?" Xu Feng asked in a gloomy tone.

"Literally, this bus must be a ghost. A ghost bus should naturally pick up and drop off ghosts. But no ghosts got on or off at the stops after you got on, so I still don't understand."

"But after a few stops, once you see some ghosts get on and off the bus with your own eyes, you'll immediately realize that living people like us shouldn't have gotten on this bus," Lin Bei said.

"What?! This is a ghost bus that transports ghosts?! And who are those people in the front seats?!"

Xu Feng suddenly stood up and stared nervously ahead. There were five figures there, all sitting with their heads down on the seats on both sides.

Lin Bei then subconsciously lowered his voice: "Sit down. Do you still want to fight? Ghosts won't attack you on the bus, but it's different if you make a move. Besides, making a move on the bus could cause it to stall, and you don't want to know the consequences of that."

Not all of those ahead of us were ghosts; two of them were living people like us, regular passengers who had been on the bus for who knows how long. They were the ones who told me some of the information.

In the normal timeline, Xu Feng and Lin Bei should not have gotten on the bus yet.

Xu Feng should be in late July, and Lin Bei in early August. A few minor changes won't have a big impact. It would be more fun to involve the supporting characters from the original work.

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