Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 240 It’s too late
Upon hearing this, Mishima was startled. Having already witnessed the fate of the three American ghost tamers, he didn't believe Tianye had the ability to confront Wang Liang. He quickly bowed to Wang Liang and said urgently:
"Mr. Wang, please don't take action. Tian Ye acted impulsively and didn't know his own limitations. I will definitely punish him severely later."

"Buy the ghost inside me? What an arrogant brat, you're asking for death!"

Hearing Wang Liang's words and seeing Mishima's humble behavior, he was deeply moved.

In the darkness, Tianye's voice was filled with frantic rage, which made the lights in the small shop flash even more urgently.

Even the darkness outside the shop quickly seeped in, and the chilling atmosphere that permeated the surroundings lingered.

Yang Jian shook his head dismissively, closed the ghost eye on his forehead, picked up a piece of sushi from the table, and stuffed it into his mouth.

A weak ghost realm.

Despite the eerie changes inside and outside the house, Wang Shanshan showed no fear whatsoever, remaining calmly seated next to Yang Jian at the table.

"Tanno, you bastard! Stop right there and come in here to apologize!" Mishima yelled, pointing at the door.

"It's too late," Wang Liang said coldly.

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone present vaguely heard the sound of iron claws scraping together, as if it were ringing in their ears, or echoing from a very distant place. It was eerie, unsettling, and sent chills down their spines.

Immediately afterwards, a scream came from the darkness outside the door.

"what!!"

The darkness that had just crept into the shop quickly dissipated, and the flickering lights on the shop's ceiling instantly returned to normal.

The light outside the shop returned, and a man with a ferocious face but tightly closed eyes lay outside.

There was an extremely gruesome claw mark on his neck, almost completely tearing his neck apart.

Only a thin, frayed layer of skin remained connecting the body and head, from which a large amount of blood gushed out, staining the ground beneath him red.

Mishima then saw the man's face clearly; it was indeed Tano.

Mishima's expression was grim, but it wasn't directed at Wang Liang; it was directed at Tian Ye.

As the head of an exorcism society in the island nation, he couldn't even command a single ghost-tamer, which was a complete loss of face in front of Wang Liangsang.

But since things had come to this, and Tianye still ignored his orders and came to provoke him, so be it, he might as well die.

Even a Ghost Master with a Ghost Domain could be killed instantly; Wang Liang's strength had exceeded his initial expectations.

Moreover, it might be a good thing for him if Tianye, who disobeyed orders, died, as long as he could get Tianye's ghost back.

Thinking of this, Mishima suppressed all his emotions, turned around and bowed to Wang Liang once again with practiced ease.

"Wang Liang-sang, your subordinates were not properly disciplined, please forgive the embarrassment. The Exorcism Society is willing to provide more."

Wang Liang waved his hand to interrupt Mishima.

"President Mishima, you only have one chance to make a bid."

Mishima hesitated, his eyes flickered, then he spoke again with determination:

"The Exorcism Society is willing to immediately offer ten tons of gold, plus five pieces of ghost porcelain, in exchange for the vengeful spirit on Tianye's body."

Yang Jian, who was standing to the side, clicked his tongue in amazement. This trip to the island nation had truly broadened his horizons. Gold was traded by the ton, and supernatural items were being carried around in large quantities.

"Send it to Da'an City."

After Wang Liang finished speaking, he stood up, and with a flash of gray light, he, Yang Jian, and Wang Shanshan disappeared from the scene.

Mishima remained bowed for several seconds before slowly straightening up, his expression calm.

The corpse and the vengeful ghost in the field outside the door had already been dealt with and imprisoned by the two ghost tamers who were protecting Mishima. It was not difficult at all; the corpse in the field was surprisingly calm and showed no signs of reviving before being stuffed into the golden bag.

Even a recently deceased Ghost Tamer shouldn't be like this; their recovery is very slow, and they can only attribute it to something Wang Liang did.

"President."

Seeing that Mishima had not moved for a long time, Wang Xin said worriedly from behind.

Suddenly his phone vibrated again, startling Wang Xin, who quickly checked it, fearing something else might go wrong.

But upon seeing the message on his phone, his face lit up with joy, and he excitedly told Mishima:

"President, the people monitoring the outskirts of Tokyo just reported that three people suddenly appeared there and immediately turned into gray light, invading the gloom that was sealing off Tokyo. The gloom has been breached! It's Wang Liang-san and his group!"

Upon hearing this, Mishima's expression finally changed, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Good, good! With Wang Liangsang's demonstrated abilities, it's no surprise he'll accomplish this. But before I went, I was still a little worried. Now it's all right, hahaha, trust me, go and carry out what you just promised Wang Liangsang. There can be no delay!"

"Hi."

Tokyo, on the rooftop of a high-rise building.

Wang Liang, Yang Jian, and Wang Shanshan appeared out of thin air here, successfully invading the ghost realm of the starving ghosts and arriving inside Tokyo.

Yang Jian stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking down at the city that was almost completely destroyed.

The city's edge and the sky above were shrouded in thick smog, turning the city into a death cage.

The city had long been without power, the light was dim, and the air inside was filled with a dark, ominous haze, creating an atmosphere of foreboding and eeriness.

Yang Jian scanned the street and couldn't see a single living person, but he could occasionally see strange, bluish-black figures darting around on the street.

Some were the size of an infant, others the size of a child; some crawled, others moved stiffly, but none of them were clearly alive.

“Zhou Zheng’s, the ghost baby.”

Yang Jian stared intently at a bluish-black baby crawling on the street.

The ghost baby's bald head shook, and its black eyes, devoid of pupils, looked around the street eerily, trying to spot any living people who might be nearby.

On all fours, it crawls back and forth on the ground like a wild beast, and even crawls directly against the wall, ignoring gravity.

"That was just a derivative ghost infant, a first-stage derivative of the starving ghost."

Wang Liang also walked to the edge of the rooftop, stood next to Yang Jian, and looked down at the vengeful ghost.

"Phase one?" Yang Jian's brows furrowed even more.

"Seeing, touching, hearing, smelling, from the ghost infant to the mature starving ghost, each stage has its own rules, killing what is seen, touched, heard, and inhaled."

There is only one true starving ghost, possessing all the rules of the four stages. However, this kind of ghost slave, which can also grow, can be created as many as the starving ghost wants by relying on the gloom and living people. This is the S-level vengeful ghost. "Wang Liang said.

Yang Jian was shocked; he had also seen several S-class ghosts.

The ghost painting I saw when I passed through Dachang City, the ghost messenger in Huanggang Village, and now this starving ghost can also be considered.

And in the truly serious outbreak, the only one he got involved with was this starving ghost.

The ghost messenger was not fully developed in the end, and it was even initially only rated as a C-level paranormal event.

The vengeful ghost that has now turned Tokyo into a living hell has truly shown Yang Jian what the danger of an S-class vengeful ghost is.

(End of this chapter)