Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 249 Lao Zhao
Zhao Kaiming panicked. Why was this happening? Was the resurrection a lie told by the vengeful ghost?

Or is it because that old ghost was imprisoned by Wang Liang?
That shouldn't be the case, given his understanding of that old ghost's abilities.

The resurrection should take effect after that old ghost leaves his body and steals that S-class vengeful ghost.

It will just take a little time for the dead to wake up. As for whether the old ghost will be imprisoned afterward, it shouldn't matter. The supernatural should have already been released.

Even with these thoughts, Zhao Kaiming felt increasingly panicked.

After all, the facts are clear: his family members have not been brought back to life.

There are no absolutes when it comes to the paranormal; perhaps he misunderstood?
He wasn't even a true ghost tamer; perhaps he simply misjudged the relationship between the supernatural and vengeful spirits.

"No way, absolutely impossible."

Zhao Kaiming shook his head in a panic, no longer daring to think about it.

He anxiously patted the ice coffin and spoke to it.

"Baby, Xiaoya, can you hear Daddy's voice, Xiaoya! Speak up!"

They called out for more than ten minutes, but no one responded; the person in the ice coffin remained asleep.

Zhao Kaiming took a few steps back in disbelief, then his legs gave way and he fell to the ground.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, he suddenly burst into laughter, his voice sounding somewhat manic.

"It's like trying to get something from a tiger! I bet everything, lies? Misjudgment? In the end, it's all for nothing, hahaha."

After a burst of cathartic laughter, Zhao Kaiming regained his composure, slumped to the ground, and stared blankly at the rows of ice coffins.

After waiting for another two hours, Zhao Kaiming remained motionless, like a wooden sculpture, his hands and feet numb.

The hope in his heart was completely extinguished in those few hours; the dead are still dead, and he was the only one left alive.

"Then what's the point of my life?"

Zhao Kaiming murmured, a strange smile on his face.

It was like resentment, like bitterness, and like recalling something beautiful; it was as if he had lost his mind and gone completely mad.

Zhao Kaiming chuckled, but his hand slowly drew a cold, heavy golden pistol from his waist.

Without hesitation, Zhao Kaiming shoved the pistol directly into his mouth.

boom.

That is, after the gunshot, the ice coffin in the warehouse finally stirred.

As if awakened by the gunshot, a pair of pale little hands pounded on the glass window of the ice coffin, and a cry-filled voice came from inside the ice coffin.

After being forced away from the starving ghost, the wishing ghost returned to this place and remained hidden in the shadows, watching Zhao Kaiming.

Zhao Kaiming was right when he said something like, "It's like trying to get something from a tiger."

How could a wishing ghost obediently help Zhao Kaiming resurrect his family after losing its ghostly body?

The wishing ghost possesses wisdom, yet it still adheres to certain rigid rules. However, its wisdom allows it to find loopholes in the rules governing vengeful ghosts.

It will help Zhao Kaiming revive his family, but not immediately.

This host is too dishonest. The wishing ghost blames Zhao Kaiming for the failure, saying that he attracted Wang Liang and caused all the failures, so it wants to find a new host.

The wishing ghost cannot kill its host, so it did not appear after arriving at the warehouse, but waited for Zhao Kaiming to die in despair.

He was given a glimmer of hope just before his death, but it was all in vain; this was a cruel trick played by a vengeful ghost.

Making a deal with a ghost will only result in human losses.

Just a door away, Wang Liang also stood outside the warehouse, like a stiff, standing corpse, motionless for more than two hours. He too had been waiting for this moment.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman's invisible demonic domain constantly enveloped the entire warehouse. He even discovered the wishing ghost in the shadows, but he did nothing more.

He and the wishing ghost are both waiting for Zhao Kaiming to commit suicide.

The wishing ghost wants to kill someone and destroy their spirit, and incidentally change hosts.

Wang Liang also planned to kill him out of his spirit at the right time. He was a very petty person. The incident of being twisted into a pretzel was the only time he suffered a loss at the hands of the ghost tamer, and he could not forget it.

Since the wishing ghost couldn't be dealt with, they decided to target Zhao Kaiming. Zhao Kaiming was shot in the mouth, his mouth full of blood, but he was still alive, albeit severely wounded.

It wasn't that he was lucky; rather, the wishing ghost didn't let him die immediately. It wanted him to die in true despair.

The sound of the ice coffin being pounded was still ringing out, and Zhao Kaiming, whose consciousness was already somewhat blurred, thought it was a hallucination.

But as he lay on the ground, he saw a pair of small hands pressed against the glass surface of the ice coffin, and his eyes immediately lit up.

'Little Ya!'

Zhao Kaiming felt a surge of joy and hope. A surge of strength emerged from his dying body, and he wanted to get up and open his daughter's ice coffin.

But at that moment, Wang Liang suddenly appeared in the warehouse, his back to Zhao Xiaoya's ice coffin, and gave Zhao Kaiming a strange smile.

Wang Liang's appearance startled Zhao Kaiming so much that his heart seemed to stop trembling for a moment.

Then Zhao Kaiming saw Wang Liang feign panic and cry out, running towards him, supporting him, and shaking him while loudly proclaiming:

"Old Zhao, what's wrong, Old Zhao? Who shot you? Tell Brother Wang quickly, who was it? What! It was yourself? Why are you thinking of doing something like this, Old Zhao?"

Zhao Kaiming's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Wang Liang. He wanted to curse him, to shake off Wang Liang, and to climb toward the ice coffin.

But after Wang Liang helped him up, a bone-chilling coldness invaded his body through Wang Liang's palm.

Zhao Kaiming suddenly felt that his body had completely lost control; it was cold and stiff, and he couldn't move or even open his mouth to speak.

He was terrified, wondering what Wang Liang was up to.

Wang Liang leaned closer and whispered to Zhao Kaiming with a cold smile in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"You surnamed Zhao, just go and die like this. Don't worry, I'll take care of your wife and children. Heh, by the way, that old ghost is still here, and he's waiting for you to die too."

And I sensed it; it chose your daughter as its new host. I will use your daughter to make my wishes, don't worry. This is your retribution, and the real price you paid for attacking me back then. After all, you know I've always been petty.

Zhao Kaiming looked at Wang Liang with eyes full of terror and ferocity, but he was unable to move.

Blood kept gushing from his mouth, his eyes were wide open as if they were about to bulge out, filled with blood vessels, and even bloody tears were forced out of his eyes.

"Old Zhao, what? Daughter? Okay, I'll go save her right now," Wang Liang shouted.

He stood up, ran to the ice coffin, opened the lid, took out Zhao Xiaoya, and comforted her:
"Don't worry, I'm Uncle Wang, who lives next door to your dad. I'm your dad's best friend."

"Waaah, Uncle Wang? Where's my dad?" Zhao Xiaoya was still confused and instinctively followed Wang Liang's words, crying as she asked.

“He thought you were all dead, and in a moment of despair, he shot himself. I arrived too late. You should say a few last words to him.”

Wang Liang carried Zhao Xiaoya to Zhao Kaiming's side.

"Waaah, Daddy, why did you try to kill yourself? Xiaoya isn't dead, waaah."

Zhao Xiaoya hugged Zhao Kaiming and cried, but Zhao Kaiming felt no warmth. His heart grew colder and colder. He didn't look at Zhao Xiaoya, but stared at Wang Liang with a ferocious look in his eyes.

He wanted to tell the truth, to tell Xiaoya to stay away from this man, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Wang Liang rubbed Zhao Xiaoya's head, stood behind her, calmly looked at Zhao Kaiming, and said:

"Xiaoya, you must be strong. Your father entrusted you to me. He just said he doesn't want to see you sad. Don't let him die in pain."

"Uncle Wang, is my dad really... oh no, is he going to die?" Zhao Xiaoya turned to look at Wang Liang.

"Ah, yes, it's too late. Don't disappoint your dad, be good."

"Waaah, Daddy, don't cry, Xiaoya. I'll listen to Uncle Wang, don't worry."

Seeing Zhao Kaiming's miserable state, Zhao Xiaoya understood that her father was really going to leave her. No matter how sad she was, she tried her best to hold back her sobs.

Her father said he didn't want to see her sad, and she couldn't let him down.

"I can't rest easy!" Zhao Kaiming was on the verge of collapse when he heard Zhao Xiaoya say that.

It was at this moment that Wang Liang took control of the Slit-Mouthed Woman inside Zhao Kaiming's body, completely eroding Zhao Kaiming's remaining vitality.

Zhao Kaiming's eyes were filled with resentment, but his vision was blurring and the sounds around him were becoming increasingly indistinct. He knew that he was about to be killed by Wang Liang.

He never imagined his end would be like this.
Wang Liang!!
(End of this chapter)