Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 257 The Mysterious Invasion (Part 2)

The elites of the exorcism society discussed among themselves.

Thinking of the knocking incident, Mishima suddenly remembered a record in the resumes of Wang Liang and Yang Jian sent from the Eastern Kingdom.

That means they had all experienced the Class A paranormal event codenamed "Knocking Ghost".

He had read through their resumes more than ten times and knew them very well. In particular, this record was the first one on their resumes, which left a deep impression on him and made him think of it immediately.

Mishima immediately looked at Wang Liang and said nervously:

"Wang Liangsang, is this... that A-level vengeful ghost codenamed 'Knocking Ghost'?"

After a moment of silence, Wang Liang finally spoke up: "I'm not sure, but it's possible, since the rhythm of the knocking is very similar."

The resume that Dongguo gave to Mishima was a brief summary of his experiences; there was no detailed file on the vengeful spirit, nor was it possible for Dongguo to give it to Mishima.

Therefore, Mishima was unaware that the knocking ghost killed people by transmitting the sound of knocking, and at this point, Yang Jian's worries had not yet materialized.

"Keep going! Send someone else."

On the other side, Yamazaki angrily expressed his deep disappointment with the change in the scene.

This is because it means that the possibility of him being killed is greater than the possibility of a strange paranormal event occurring, and he finds this outcome hard to accept.

Upon hearing Yamazaki's words, one of the demon tamers, feeling worried and curious about the footage of his own death, went up and shook the projector.

Mishima didn't stop him; he had too many things on his mind that he wanted to confirm through this projector.

The scene shows the person in a hotel room, but there are three knocks on the door, and the person dies without any resistance.

Mishima's expression changed. Two banquet halls, two knocking sounds—this death pressure, possibly brought by that A-rank knocking ghost, had already reached the same level of intensity in Mishima's mind as the death caused by a conflict in the banquet hall.

"Continue, Fujiwara, you go first," Mishima urged hastily, making each of the demon tamers who hadn't tried before step forward to test.

This is no longer the time for small-scale programs; this concerns the future of the exorcism society.

Fujiwara hesitated for a moment, then walked over.

Soon, footage of Fujiwara's death was also released, showing him dying in a room from a knock on the door.

This result made Mishima's face turn ugly. Could it be that everyone else present, the elite of the exorcism society, were going to die at the hands of this ghost?
The thumping sound continued to echo in the banquet hall, and two more exorcists from the exorcism society met the same fate: dying at the hands of the knocking ghost.

Yang Jian finally couldn't stand it anymore and stood up.

"That's enough, I'll try."

Strangely, sound appeared on the projector's screen. The exorcists tried repeatedly, and Yang Jian kept listening to the damned knocking, which gave him goosebumps.

That was his biggest shadow in his heart, yet he listened to it repeatedly here, as if he were being gang-raped repeatedly, which was disgusting.

It is not yet fully confirmed whether these people from the island nation encountered the knocking ghost by chance in the future, were collectively pulled into the ghost realm, and killed one by one.

Or perhaps it's because hearing the knocking sound now has ensnared her in a curse from a ghostly knocker, leading to her being haunted in the future.

Regardless, Yang Jian didn't want to listen anymore.

"Is Yang Jian-san going to make a move? Very well, I'll leave it to you." Mishima said solemnly.

Wang Liang also focused on the past. He didn't care what would happen to those people in the island nation in the future, but Yang Jian's future was very important.

Yang Jian approached the projector, his heart filled with vigilance. He covered his hands with a dark shadow, then gripped the projector crank and began to crank.

The black and white screen appeared, and everyone looked at it, but the content of the screen surprised them.

Yang Jian is dead.

But it doesn't look like it was killed.

In the image, a stiff corpse lies in a golden coffin, its hands clasped together over its abdomen, and an old newspaper is even pasted on its face, making it appear to have died peacefully.

Although his face was covered, the people present could still roughly tell from his build and clothing style that this person was Yang Jian.

The scene disappeared, and no ghost appeared from beginning to end, nor did the eerie knocking sound.

"There was no knocking. It seems Mr. Yang hasn't encountered the same situation as us," Jin Chuan said in a deep voice.

"Mr. Yang is lying in a coffin. Is this a natural death?" someone asked in disbelief.

"But the skin on the exposed palms doesn't look old," someone else questioned.

"In any case, for a ghost tamer, dying in a coffin instead of a miserable death is the best possible outcome. No wonder he's the man who survived an S-level paranormal incident with Mr. Wang. It seems Mr. Yang is no ordinary man either," someone sighed.

"If Mr. Yang is like this, I wonder what Mr. Wang's death will be like."

Ignoring the discussions of the exorcism group, Yang Jian frowned and returned to his seat, pondering the brief scene he had just witnessed.

Wang Liang wasn't too surprised to see Yang Jian's image. As soon as he saw it, he knew it was the image of Yang Jian's consciousness stealing the ghost's shadow and completely transforming into an alien.

I felt slightly relieved, which meant that Yang Jian's growth should be on track.

In the banquet hall, Yamazaki's face was terribly gloomy.

He died such a gruesome death, while Yang Jian, whom he looked down upon, died peacefully in his coffin. What kind of nonsense is this?!

Yamazaki said coldly with an inexplicable meaning, "Mr. Yang didn't die in the banquet hall, nor did he die from that strange knocking sound. It seems that the crisis that troubled the elite of the island nation's exorcism society has no effect on you at all. Is it because of your outstanding strength, fearlessness of unknown ghosts, or because of Mr. Wang's protection?"

"What do you want to say?" Yang Jian snapped out of his thoughts and looked coldly at Yamazaki.

Yamazaki did not reply to Yang Jian, but instead turned his gaze to Wang Liang and said in a gloomy tone, "Mr. Wang, things have come to this point, please give it a try. We have too many questions, and we all want an answer."

"Yamazaki!" Mishima shouted angrily.

Wang Liang suddenly raised his hand to interrupt Mishima, looked at Yamazaki, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"You've been barking for ages, so eager to see me die? What are you expecting?"

Surprisingly, Yamazaki didn't get angry at Wang Liang's sarcastic remarks. Instead, he unconsciously clenched his fists and said with a stern face:

"I just want an answer."

Wang Liang stared at him for a few seconds, then slowly stood up, supporting himself on his knees, drawing everyone's attention.

"Fine, since you've been barking like a dog for so long, I'll give you a chance. Open your eyes and watch carefully, and see if the result will satisfy you."

Wang Liang's gaze towards Yamazaki was calm as he spoke, but it sent a chill down Yamazaki's spine. He clenched his fists and remained silent, staring intently at Wang Liang's figure as he walked toward the projector.

The relationship between Yamazaki and Wang Liang has almost reached a freezing point.

At this point, even the slowest members of the exorcism society realized that something was bound to happen once the image of Wang Liang's death appeared or ended. So they all kept quiet and waited for the outcome, not wanting to get involved in the conflict between Wang Liang and Yamazaki, as long as it didn't affect them.

Mishima was powerless to stop it all. He sat behind the table in silence, only the veins on the back of his hand, which was gripping the wine glass, bulging, revealing his turbulent inner state.

The entire room fell silent. In this somewhat deathly atmosphere, Wang Liang approached the eerie projector, grasped the crank, and began to shake it.

The only sound in the banquet hall was the clicking of the projector.

As expected, a black and white image was projected onto the wall, and everyone looked over.

As soon as the scene appeared, Yamazaki's body stiffened, because it was not the banquet hall scene he wanted to see.

The image shows a completely enclosed semi-circular earthen hill situated on a desolate piece of land.

Wang Liang frowned as he stared at the screen, unable to recognize where he was.

The scene flashed, and the perspective seemed to enter the interior of the earthen hill, which was hollow inside and surrounded by earthen walls.

The enclosed earthen walls should have been completely dark, but under the eerie images projected by the projector, everyone present could see a lone coffin placed in the center of the ground.

It was a bright red coffin, and even in the black and white image projected by the projector, it appeared as vividly red as blood, which caused the members of the exorcism group to gasp involuntarily.

Following the knocking sound, the colorful coffin became another unusual element on the projector screen today.

As the view zooms in, the large red coffin almost fills the entire frame.

Then the coffin suddenly trembled, and the red coffin lid began to move to the side, as if it had been pushed open from the inside, falling to the ground and revealing the scene inside the coffin.

As you can see, a person is lying inside, wearing a bracelet on their wrist, and holding a strange wooden memorial tablet in their hands over their abdomen.

A photograph was also embedded in the memorial tablet. The photograph showed a blurry figure, but the specific appearance was not clear in the picture.

In addition, something was also covering the face of the corpse in the coffin.

It wasn't a newspaper; it looked like just a square piece of paper. The black and white image didn't show any color, but there was nothing written or drawn on it.

And it wasn't just this one sheet; the person in the coffin was covered with these square sheets of paper all over their body, at least a dozen or so, almost completely filling the inside of the coffin.

Wang Liang frowned as he looked at the screen, a vague thought forming in his mind, but he continued to shake the controller in his hand.

The scene resembled Yang Jian's, prompting some people present to sigh that the two were indeed teacher and student, even their death scenes were so similar.

But at this point, the scene did not disappear like Yang Jian's; it continued to exist, but without any further changes.

Several seconds passed before the scene changed strangely again.

A touch of red appeared on the square paper on the corpse's face in the coffin, spreading out as if soaked in blood. The red stain clung wetly to the corpse's face, revealing the outline of the facial features.

This is the second thing with color after the red coffin.

And the bloody red color was still spreading, gradually staining the dozen or so square pieces of paper in the coffin red.

Blood was clearly seeping out from the bottom of the coffin, staining all the square paper red and even submerging the corpse inside the coffin holding the memorial tablet.

In the end, all that could be seen inside the coffin was a strange pool of blood that was almost completely filled with blood.

But suddenly, a hand emerged from the blood and gripped the side of the coffin, and then a person stiffly sat up from the blood.

Everyone in the banquet hall saw it clearly: the person who sat up from the blood was Wang Liang!

In the picture, Wang Liang's eyes are numb and lifeless, like an open-eyed corpse.

After a brief moment of calm, Wang Liang suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the screen, as if he were looking directly at the people in the banquet hall outside the screen.

The bizarre scene that suddenly appeared in the picture caused several exorcists from the exorcism society who were watching closely in the banquet hall to instinctively take a step back. The others also had uncertain expressions, with surprise and unease in their eyes.

It's one thing that he's not dead, but how could things change like this?

This was arguably the most bizarre death scene they had ever seen that day; even Yamazaki's death wasn't as impactful.

Wang Liang, who was closest to the scene, felt it the most deeply because of Sadako's supernatural abilities; he could even sense the medium in the scene in front of him.

But this was not a good thing, because when Wang Liang sensed the medium, he felt inexplicably uneasy and had a strange feeling, as if he had become the medium of some being at that moment!

The still-playing footage made Wang Liang's eyes widen slightly.

In the video, Wang Liang looked over for a few seconds and then suddenly moved, stiffly raising his other arm and stretching it towards the camera, as if he wanted to extend his hand.

The lights in the banquet hall suddenly flickered erratically, casting a dim and eerie atmosphere over the hall.

An inexplicable chill permeated the entire hall.

Then, a pale, gray arm, seemingly nonexistent in reality, gradually and eerily emerged from the image projected on the wall, actually invading reality!

The pale arm was grayish-white, and as it stretched out, it spread outwards with a grayish-white hue, as if trying to assimilate reality into the image on the wall.

Some of the exorcists from the exorcism society gaped, their eyes wide with shock.

Mishima, an ordinary man, was even trembling slightly. The wine glass in his hand had quietly slipped from his grasp, rolled to the ground, and made a gurgling sound.

Wang Liang's expression changed drastically after his arm was extended in the video, and he felt an extremely strong sense of crisis, a sense of threat he had never felt before.

Even the deathly pressure brought by Freddy was not as intense as this, almost instantly suppressing his heart to the extreme, and even making it impossible for him to resist.

He had a strong premonition that he was the target of the 'Wang Liang' in the picture.

This intense sense of crisis made him realize that if that 'Wang Liang' were to emerge, he would die, he definitely would!

Wang Liang shook his head violently, shaking off his suppressed emotions. He immediately stopped cranking the handle and even slammed one hand on the projector.

The large hand emanated a chilling aura, and the slit-mouthed woman's suppressive supernatural power swiftly and decisively invaded this eerie projector, attempting to forcibly interrupt it.

The projector lights flickered, causing the black and white image on the wall and the faint gray arm extending out of the image to become unstable.

Click.

The projector went silent, and the image on the wall vanished instantly.

The medium was completely cut off, but the outstretched, faint arm and the eroded grayness lingered for a few seconds after the image disappeared.

Its arm was gripping something menacingly, but it still couldn't stop the medium from breaking, and finally disappeared into the banquet hall.

The lights on the ceiling of the banquet hall returned to normal, illuminating the hall brightly, and everything seemed to have returned to how it was at the beginning.

But everyone in the banquet hall remained frozen in place, in a deathly silence, unable to come to their senses.

(End of this chapter)