Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 264 A familiar figure

Let's leave aside the relationship between film and television ghosts, original puzzle pieces, and mysteriously resurrected local vengeful ghosts for now.

Wang Liang stood on the city street, the slit-mouthed woman's ghostly domain stretching outwards like an invisible searchlight, quickly sweeping across the blocks, observing any possible supernatural traces it might leave behind.

After the Slit-Mouthed Woman completed the crucial puzzle of the Road-Blocking Demon, the scope of the Demon Realm finally changed.

Expanding from a radius of twenty meters to a radius of two hundred meters, the extended line allows for a quick scan of every corner of this small city.

This is naturally far from comparable to the scope of Sadako's Demon Realm, which can easily cover a city without needing to lay any cables.

However, the Slit-Mouthed Demon Realm is not known for its range, but rather for its intensity.

Wang Liang had already tried it before. If he actively used the ghost domain to influence reality, he could even cause a certain stagnation within the ghost domain's coverage, slowing down the activity of the vengeful ghosts.

The division of Ghost Eye and Ghost Domain cannot represent other Ghost Domains. If we have to make a comparison, Wang Liang believes that the Ghost Domain of the Rift Woman is now equivalent to the effect of five and a half layers of Ghost Eye, or even has some effects of the sixth layer.

If you add Sadako's Ghost Domain on top of that, you can easily freeze the surrounding spacetime and achieve the stagnation effect of the sixth level of Ghost Eyes. You don't need Ghost Newspaper, which is undoubtedly much more convenient and can be released instantly.

Wang Liang stretched the ghost domain into a line and swept it across all areas except for the mountain where the ghost temple was, but found nothing.

The ghost temple's supernatural presence was sealed off on the mountain, leaving no trace in the city, which wasn't too surprising to him.

"The key is still up in the mountain."

Wang Liang frowned as he looked at the distant mountain shrouded in mist. He took a step forward, and the next moment, his figure appeared at the foot of the mountain like a ghost.

At the foot of the mountain was a forest, and strangely enough, the trunks of the trees surrounding the foot of the mountain were wrapped with red threads, which were connected to each other to form a red cordon.

"This is the insurance set up by the exorcism society; it can only be described as psychological comfort."

Wang Liang examined the red lines and could sense a faint, chilling aura emanating from them. An invisible barrier was faintly forming around them, capable of blocking supernatural forces, but it was very weak.

According to the files provided by Mishima, these red lines that encircle the foot of the mountain are a supernatural object that can generate infinitely long red lines.

Once pulled up, even an invisible and intangible vengeful ghost that crashes into it can be stopped by the red thread.

However, it is very weak, so it can only be used once. If it is more terrifying, it can easily break through the red line barrier, so it can only serve as an observation and warning.

The mist drifting down from the mountain stopped at the foot of the mountain, not because it was stopped by the red line, but simply because it happened to stop spreading there.

Wang Liang noticed that some of the mist had clearly crossed the red line, causing that section of the red line to rot and break, creating gaps.

However, the fog did not continue to spread outwards, and the balance within the temple was not completely disrupted.

A pool of ghostly blood gushed out from beneath Wang Liang's feet, and a bloody hand reached out, grasping a white lantern with the black character for "offering sacrifice" on it.

Wang Liang took the ghost lantern and shook it back and forth. The changing light and shadow of the lantern made Wang Liang's shadow sway eerily and stand up, forming a new Wang Liang carrying the lantern next to him.

After Wang Liang appeared, he carried a lantern and stepped forward across the rotten red line, entering the mist.

Wang Liang's main body stood outside, but he closed his eyes and simultaneously sensed the perspective of the derived Wang Liang.

"Ok?"

After a while, Wang Liang suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the mist in front of him, his face showing astonishment.

The visibility of the derivative King Liang in the fog was very low; even with his supernatural eyes enhanced, he could barely see anything, yet he continued to walk up the slope of the mountain. But as he walked, King Liang could sense the fog surging near the derivative King Liang, and a figure appeared in the thick fog, a dozen meters in front of the derivative King Liang.

In the thick fog, Yan Shengwangliang's visibility range was less than two meters, yet he could still strangely see the figure in the fog more than ten meters away, a figure that seemed very familiar.

A woman, dressed in dirty white clothes, with her black hair flowing down and obscuring her face, stood silently amidst the trees and thick fog, seemingly blending into her surroundings, giving off an unsettling feeling.

That's Sadako's figure!
It's not the real Sadako, but it must have a very deep connection with her, as they look so alike, you could even say they're practically identical.

Even though it was only through Wang Liang's perspective, without seeing it with his own eyes, Wang Liang, who was far away at the foot of the mountain, felt a strange sensation in his heart, and the real Sadako in his abdomen trembled slightly.

The next moment, Wang Liang, the Derivative King, was attacked in some way, or perhaps affected by an unknown supernatural barrier, and his connection with him was severed.

But Wang Liang was already certain in his heart that the ghost in the Ghost Temple, or rather the Ghost Well incident, was indeed a piece of Sadako's puzzle.

A gust of cold wind swept across the foot of the mountain, and Wang Liang's figure vanished with the wind, leaving the place.

The courtyard arranged by the exorcism society

Inside the Japanese-style room, Yang Jian closed his eyes, but a blood-red ghost eye was open on his forehead, turning eerily and scanning the surrounding courtyard with its entire field of vision.

Ghost Eyes suddenly locked his gaze on a corner of the room, and the next second Wang Liang appeared there.

Yang Jian opened his eyes and asked, "No one has been here. How is Teacher Wang?"

"I have to go. I must take down the ghost in this S-level paranormal incident," Wang Liang said solemnly.

"When to set off."

Yang Jian didn't say anything more and stood up directly.

He showed no hesitation about getting involved in another S-class paranormal event; his teacher needed him, and that was enough.

"We should go, but we can also tell the island nation that we'll accept Mishima's request and squeeze them out of them again. We'll take action tomorrow."

I don't know much about this matter, only the files. There are many unknowns, so I need you to go in as well. Let's be on the safe side and try to resolve this as quickly as possible together.

A chilling, eerie aura emanated from Wang Liang. A pale hand rested on his shoulder, and a female ghost with disheveled black hair obscuring her face peeked out from behind Wang Liang, facing Yang Jian.

"You know the female ghost I'm riding. The fog there is thick and has a ghostly quality, making it easy to get lost. I'm not sure if we'll be able to stay together once we go in."

If you are accidentally separated, pay attention to the appearance of the ghost behind me. After you go in, you may encounter a fierce ghost that looks almost identical to it. That may just be a derivative. I want the source of that derivative fierce ghost, which is very likely related to the well, the well itself, or the source fierce ghost hidden deep in the well.

They've scattered. If you encounter them, tear up a photo to notify me. If I sense it, I'll immediately reconnect.

Wang Liang solemnly instructed him, and handed Yang Jian several one-inch photos. Yang Jian solemnly accepted the photos and said in a deep voice:

"I see."

"This time it's much more unknown and dangerous than Tokyo. Bring everything, stay vigilant, take a rest, and we'll move out tomorrow morning," Wang Liang said.

“Okay,” Yang Jian said solemnly.

(End of this chapter)