Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 270 Opening the Door to See the Buddha

Separated by only one door, the chanting emanating from inside the hall seemed to come from a much farther place, still muffled and indistinct, making it impossible to pinpoint the exact location of the sound.

There must be something going on inside, but Wang Liang has already decided to go in, even if there are hidden dangers.

His current paranormal abilities have no weaknesses, and he can sometimes take risks, especially since he has already used the ghost porcelain as a layer of insurance.

Wang Liang first attempted to erode the ghost domain towards the palace gate, but as expected, he was blocked by the gate. He could not break in without violence, and this time there was no gap like the main gate that allowed entry.

So Wang Liang went to the front of the palace, imbued his hands with supernatural power, placed them on the door, and pushed hard, forcibly opening the palace door with his supernatural power.

The resistance wasn't too great, and the door opened smoothly.

Before Wang Liang could even see the situation inside the hall, the moment the door opened, he felt a jolt in his head, heard the sound of porcelain shattering, and then fell into a daze.

The faint chanting that had been audible suddenly grew into a deafening roar after the door opened, so solemn and loud that it instantly made Wang Liang's whole body stiff and cold.

This is a supernatural attack targeting consciousness.

Far beyond this mountain, deep underground in the city, a closed space has been carved out, where two twisted humanoid porcelain figures lie on the ground.

But now, strange murky water is constantly flowing from one of the ghost porcelain pieces, condensing into a small puddle beneath it.

The other porcelain piece next to it, which was originally intact, suddenly became covered in cracks and shattered on the ground, revealing a photograph underneath.

The faint sound of chanting echoed in the enclosed space, but quickly disappeared, as if it had drifted away into the distance, creating an inexplicable supernatural phenomenon.

In the ghost temple,
After opening the palace gates and being attacked, Wang Liang fell into a daze.

bass.

But with a faint scraping sound of iron claws, Wang Liang was jolted awake from his daze.

When his vision cleared again, Wang Liang found himself sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat in the main hall, his hands clasped together, his expression still showing a stiff piety.

Looking up, Wang Liang saw a Buddha wearing a kasaya sitting high on a platform just a few meters in front of him. His body was huge, almost twice the size of an ordinary person.

The Buddha statue was solemn and majestic in appearance, yet its face carried a compassionate expression. It was surrounded by golden light, and it was rubbing a string of prayer beads in its hands. Its mouth, which looked as if it were painted with gold lacquer, opened and closed slightly, emitting indistinct chanting sounds, which were the same chanting sounds that Wang Liang had vaguely heard outside the hall earlier.

The golden light surrounding the Buddha appeared bright and radiant, but in Wang Liang's eyes, it carried a strange, heavy, and gloomy sense of oppression.

In the blink of an eye, even the Buddha sitting cross-legged in the golden light seemed to have darkened, and his compassionate face carried an indescribable eeriness and terror.

The futon beneath his feet and everything inside the hall seemed incredibly real to Wang Liang, especially the Buddha statue on the high platform.

But Wang Liang could hear the faint scraping sound of iron claws in his ears, and each time it sounded, the sound grew louder.

It was as if Freddy was waving his claws in some unknown place, rapidly approaching him.

This isn't reality!

Upon hearing the voice beside him, Wang Liang's expression changed, and he immediately realized what was going on.

Calmly sensing the situation, he confirmed that the vengeful spirit within him had indeed disappeared. He was now just like an ordinary person, with only the ever-increasing scraping sound of iron claws in his ears causing any abnormality.

"Don't move, lest you disturb the evil spirit." An aged voice suddenly came from beside him. It was in Japanese, but Wang Liang could understand it. Freddy hadn't arrived yet, so Wang Liang didn't move. He clasped his hands together, keeping the position unchanged, and carefully glanced to the side out of the corner of his eye.

Not far from him was a futon, on which sat a withered old man.

Dressed in simple gray clothes, the old man's head was bowed, and his mouth opened and closed as he mumbled indistinct scriptures, which vaguely resonated with the chanting of the Buddha above.

But upon closer listening, the melody and rhythm seem different, as if they are reciting different things.

"Sigh, it's fate that you're here. Since you're still conscious, don't move around unnecessarily. You might be able to live for a while longer and wait for things to turn around. Just stay put."

The withered old man spoke again, but the sound came from his abdomen, not his mouth.

His mouth was constantly chanting scriptures in a low voice, and his body remained still with his hands clasped together.

Seeing that the old man was alright after making a sound, Wang Liang also spoke in a low voice:

Who are you? What's going on here?

The withered old man chanted scriptures, and after a few seconds, a sound came from his abdomen again, but he did not answer Wang Liang's question. Instead, he said:

“A young man like you shouldn’t be here. I’ll find a chance to send you out. Once you wake up, leave this temple and tell the current authorities not to send anyone else. We old folks from the old era are enough.”

Young people, there's no need to lose any more time here. The vengeful spirits here are beyond your ability to handle. There might be hope for the future; try your best to survive.

Upon hearing this, Wang Liang frowned and remained silent. Judging from the old man's tone, he was probably not one of the elite ghost-taming squad from before, but rather a hidden force from the island nation.

Their status is probably similar to that of Elder Qin, and there seems to be more than one in the Ghost Temple.

However, upon reflection, he realized that the level of ghost tamers in island nations was not comparable to that of other major powers.

Such an S-level paranormal event as the Ghost Temple would be difficult for even the top ghost controllers in Japan to handle, let alone resolve, let alone contain.

According to the records, it took three full days after the team entered the area for the paranormal events to be contained.

When caught up in a paranormal event, it usually doesn't take that long; whether someone is dead or alive can be determined in just a few hours.

That ghost-taming team probably fell after dealing with some statues on the first day. The reason the ghost temple was able to be sealed off was probably because of those old guys who intervened later.

Seeing that Wang Liang did not speak, the withered old man waited for a while, and then his abdomen made a sound again.

“You’re from the exorcism society, right? You may not know me, but if you take my words back to the society and spread the word about what’s going on here, someone will understand, and they won’t send anyone else after that.”

“You’ve misunderstood,” Wang Liang finally said.

He lowered his clasped hands and stood up from the prayer mat.

"What are you doing? Sit down! Any unusual movement will cause the ghosts here to attack you immediately!" The withered old man didn't move, but the voice coming from his abdomen was urgent.

Wang Liang twisted his stiff neck, and the hideous scars left by severe burns gradually emerged from his skin, making him look ferocious and terrifying. His voice also became hoarse.

“I come from the East. You hired me as an outside helper, just to do the work for money.”

(End of this chapter)