Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 272 How to Imprison
bass.

Before the Buddha's right foot had fully healed, its left heel was severed by Wang Liang, who attacked from the ground.

His heavy body knelt on the ground again, crushing several people in front of him into a bloody pulp.

Wang Liang's figure pulled up a piece of the ground from behind, supporting him as he leaped high into the air, his burned face contorted in a ferocious manner, and he swung out a claw.

The Buddha's hand blocked the back of his head, but Freddy's iron claws fell, slicing through the golden light.

A golden hand and wrist, devoid of bones and composed entirely of solidified gold dust, broke off and crashed to the ground.

The supernatural clashes at the level of consciousness, the ability to create dreams that pull at consciousness, the presence of a large number of ghost slaves, and the terrifyingly powerful Buddha statue—in terms of both the degree of supernatural harm and terror, it is definitely superior to Freddy's.

However, in terms of patterns and effects, the Buddha, under Wang Liang's control, was killed by Freddy's supernatural ability to evade attacks.

As Wang Liang moved like a ghost, dismembering the Buddha piece by piece.

In a corner to the side of the main hall, behind a pillar, the withered old man from the island nation was inevitably surrounded by a number of ghost slaves.

The fact that this old man is able to stay conscious here indicates that he also possesses supernatural abilities related to consciousness. However, apart from being able to recite scriptures that seem to be able to barely restrain the Buddha, he does not have any other special abilities, only some strange strength.

But the old man also knew a little about martial arts. He assumed a fighting stance, and with his superhuman strength, he was punching and pulling at these ghost slaves on the spiritual level around the pillar, constantly knocking them over.

However, there were so many ghost slaves that they could kill a master with a flurry of punches.

Ghost slaves continued to pour into the hall. Inside the hall, apart from the Buddha statue and the location of Wang Liang, which were making a lot of noise and were difficult for the ghost slaves to approach, the other places were almost too crowded to stand.

The withered old man was pulled to the back, his feet could no longer touch the ground, he could only stand on the corpses of the ghost slaves who had been hammered over and lay motionless on the ground.

However, the unevenness of the corpse made it difficult for him to move. He was easily grabbed by the ghost slaves, his clothes were torn in many places, and bloody marks were scratched on his body. More ghost slaves surrounded him, and he seemed to be in a dangerous situation.

"Young man, can you handle this? I can't hold on much longer!" The old man shook off the ghost servants clinging to his arm and shouted anxiously.

thump.

Another golden, heavy arm fell to the ground. Both of the Buddha's arms were severed, half of its neck was cut open, and one of its legs was broken. It was almost shredded into a human stick and could no longer stand up.

But then the Buddha began to roll on the ground, like a rolling steel coil, unstoppable, crushing the ghost slaves in front of it into a pulp, making it difficult for Wang Liang to get close and attack.

"Old man, you're still pretty good at fighting. Hold on a little longer."

But Wang Liang chuckled and quickly came up with a solution.

The giant Buddha was chasing and crushing him, so Wang Liang's body sank down and then rose up on the ground in front of a thick pillar in the hall.

With a swipe of his claws, Wang Liang sliced ​​off the heads of several approaching ghost slaves, his gaze fixed on the heavy 'golden pillar' rolling toward him.

When it was less than a meter away, Wang Liang suddenly pulled back to the ground. The rolling body of the Buddha could not stop and crashed violently into the thick pillar inside the hall.

Rumble.

The pillar collapsed, but the rolling body of the Buddha also stopped.

Wang Liang immediately emerged from the ground behind the Buddha's head and slashed across with his claw.

Click.

At the same time, Wang Liang and the old man being torn apart by the ghost slaves heard the sound of something shattering, and everything went black. When Wang Liang opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in front of the main hall, holding a blood-stained bone spear in one hand and still in the posture of pushing the door open with the other.

The palace door was slightly ajar, allowing Wang Liang to see what was inside.

The chanting had stopped, and there were no extra furnishings inside the hall. A few pillars supported the hall, and a lot of gravel was scattered on the ground.

The stone statues, arranged in pairs, gaze at each other and stand silently throughout the hall. Among them is a stone statue of a modern-dressed man with a ferocious expression, dragging a stone statue of a monk into a conflict. However, judging from its appearance, it is not a piece of jade from the island nation.

At the very back of the main hall, there was a high platform just like in the dream, upon which sat a large, gilded Buddha statue, which looked like an inanimate object.

But now, cracking sounds are constantly coming from the Buddha statue, and cracks are constantly appearing on its surface.

Finally, as if reaching its limit, the statue collapsed with a crash, its head, arms, legs, and feet all breaking off and scattering onto the high platform.

Swish.

The gray-white world was covered for a moment, and a blood-stained bone spear suddenly pierced through the falling Buddha head on the high platform at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

It pierced through it before it hit the ground, pinning it firmly to the palace wall behind it, causing it to crack and spread out a dense spider web.

On the futon below the platform, the withered old man also woke up, holding a tattered scripture that exuded a cold aura. He hurriedly got up, avoiding the Buddha statue fragments that had fallen from the platform.

His clothes were now tattered, just like in a dream, and his exposed body had many torn and bloody marks. There were also thick bruises on his neck from being strangled, which had almost killed the old man.

But upon returning to reality, with the power of the vengeful spirit sustaining them, these injuries were no longer fatal.

Ignoring the old man, Wang Liang took a step forward and instantly appeared on the high platform from the palace gate. Ghost blood surged beneath his feet, and several golden chests rose up, prepared by the island nation.

Since it involved an S-level supernatural event, he didn't want to directly imprison these broken stones in the Blood Lake, lest it cause some unexpected changes.

With a sweep of the ghost realm, the Buddha's shattered body was stuffed into several golden boxes. Some derived ghost blood was added inside to submerge the golden boxes, temporarily suppressing them before sealing them off.

Wang Liang pulled out the bone spear from the palace wall, the coffin at the end of which was nailed to the head of the Buddha.

But just as he was about to throw the Buddha head into the last golden box, just like he had dealt with the starving ghost, he was about to do so.

The old man below the platform adjusted his posture, and after seeing his movements, sighed:

“Young man, you are very capable. You were able to forcefully break through there. It is rare to find someone like you in this era. But it’s useless. This method cannot contain this vengeful ghost.”

"Ok?"

Wang Liang paused in his actions, frowned, and turned to look at the withered old man.

"What do you mean?"

The withered old man glanced around the hall, his eyes, now somewhat numb from returning to reality, sweeping over the stone statues embroiled in conflict, lingering briefly on the statue of the man dressed in modern clothes.

With a barely audible sigh, the old man walked back down from the platform, sat down again on the futon, opened the strange scripture in his hand, placed it on the ground in front of him, clasped his hands together, and said in a deathly voice:

"Alas, the real vengeful spirit is not this destroyed Buddha statue, but the temple, the many stone statues, and the chanting that can only be heard but not touched. All three are vengeful spirits, the same vengeful spirit in different forms, closely connected. How can they be imprisoned?"

(End of this chapter)