Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 279 The next generation is terrible
Being stared at by such eyes, Yang Jian felt inexplicably uneasy.

The ghost eye on its forehead immediately locked onto the old woman, but then began to close, indicating that the old woman was extremely dangerous.

The scene fell silent for a short time, into an indescribable stillness. Neither Yang Jian nor the old woman spoke or made a move.

Yang Jian cautiously withdrew the ghostly domain that enveloped the stone chamber back to his own body. He couldn't tell whether the old woman was a living person or a vengeful ghost that had been resurrected after death.

If it's a vengeful ghost, then it must be very fierce.

But it doesn't seem to be the source demon from the Ghost Well incident; the source demon is more like the one that was suspended from the top.
But who is this old woman? He had seen the information on the elite ghost-taming team that the island nation had given him, and this old woman was not one of them.

A few seconds later, dense footsteps echoed from the passage behind Yang Jian, indicating that the ghost slaves were approaching.

The old woman's waxy white eyes flickered almost imperceptibly, and the broken stones behind Yang Jian immediately began to roll on their own, piling up to form a stone door that sealed the stone chamber.

The black blood that rolled on the ground also crawled strangely along the cracks on the stone gate. Where it flowed, the cracks healed and eventually formed that special rune.

The black blood quickly dried on the surface of the stone gate, blocking the supernatural forces in the passage.

As Yang Jian rebuilt the rubble at the stone gate, he reached into his pocket for several photographs.

One sheet was torn into pieces, and the other was thrown onto the ground in front of him.

Just then, the stone door was completely built up, trapping him in the stone chamber, but Yang Jian was not alarmed.

Because the photo he threw on the ground was also emanating a cold and eerie aura at that moment.

A strange curse has connected to this photograph from afar, using it as a medium to unleash some kind of terror.

The person in the photo had a strange flicker in their eyes, came to life, and walked towards the surface of the photo.

As the photo changed, the old woman kneeling beneath the female corpse suddenly shifted her pale, lifeless eyes downwards, fixing them on the photo in front of Yang Jian.

The old woman's expression, which had been as still as a well, finally changed noticeably at this moment. Her dry lips, which had been stuck together for a long time without speaking, opened slightly as if she wanted to say something.

A pale hand suddenly reached out from the small photograph and gripped the cobblestone ground beside it.

A man in a black overcoat, propped up on his arms, disproportionately crawled out of a small photograph and appeared in the enclosed stone chamber, standing in front of Yang Jian.

"Teacher Wong!"

"Well, good job."

After Wang Liang stood up, he nodded to Yang Jian and then turned his gaze to the old woman.

After staring for a few seconds, he shifted his gaze upwards to the white-clad female ghost hanging there, who looked almost exactly like Sadako, and felt a slight tremor in his heart.

'That's it.'

This sudden surge of emotion made Wang Liang realize that this was the ghost he was looking for.

"Who are you?"

An aged, hoarse voice squeezed out of the old woman's throat, speaking in Japanese, which Yang Jian naturally couldn't understand.

However, Wang Liang could understand. He patted Yang Jian, copied a copy of the Japanese language memory for him, and at the same time looked at the old woman, saying in a deep voice:

"The person who will resolve this matter."

The old woman paused for a moment before speaking again:

"You're not simple, but solving this problem will be difficult."

“I’ve been to that main hall and met the old man who came with you there. I’ve already seen the ghost in the temple, so what’s the situation with this well? You’ve been here for so long, can you tell me?” Wang Liang asked.

"Well." The old woman's voice was hoarse and dry, like tree bark peeling off bit by bit, slowly squeezed out of her throat.

Despite it being their first meeting, having just witnessed Wang Liang's supernatural abilities and the subtle pressure emanating from him, she understood that she was qualified to know his strength. Therefore, she didn't hide anything or try to discourage him; after a moment, she spoke:

"The female corpse, the fog, and the well—only by imprisoning these three together can this ghost be truly dealt with. I found the source of this ghost, the female corpse, locked it up, weakened its supernatural power, and severed some of its connections with the well. This way, no new wells can be generated in the outside world, and the fog cannot spread widely. But this is my limit."

Wang Liang frowned and pondered for a moment, then said, "This well also needs to be suppressed, to suppress this almost supernatural place at the bottom of the well?"

The old woman nodded slightly.

"The fog comes from the female corpse and also from the well. The female corpse can also be revived in the well and in the fog, both of which need to be suppressed."

Yang Jian overheard this and was deeply shocked. This was an S-level supernatural event, possessing the characteristic of being impossible to imprison, and the ability to restart such terrifying powers was commonplace.

He knew several vengeful ghosts with such characteristics.

In reality, they are ghost messengers from a ghost realm.

I've heard Teacher Wang talk about the situation of the Hungry Ghosts, and I know that the Hungry Ghosts who merge with the Wishing Ghosts also have the ability to restart.

The ghost well incident we're in right now is another example. Judging from what Teacher Wang said, the temple seems to be another ghost, and it probably is.

These kinds of vengeful ghosts are extremely difficult to imprison. Even if you try to fill the number of ghost-controlling individuals here, it won't work; they will only be wasted in vain.

Just like the large number of ghost slaves and muddy waters he encountered when he arrived, if it weren't for the headless ghost figure crashing, it would have been difficult for him to reach the source ghost.

"I used supernatural means to restrain this female ghost, one of the sources, thus crippling its ability to restart and limiting the severity of this incident. However, the fog and this well-bottom area can only limit it to a small extent and cannot completely suppress it anymore."

Young man, after hearing this, can you suppress the other two? If not, then leave. I might be able to hold on for a few more years, haha, at least I can keep that old man company here."

The old woman chuckled hoarsely twice, her tone calm, showing no regret for sitting there waiting to die, appearing quite indifferent.

Wang Liang did not reply immediately, but frowned and pondered.

This well sounds easier to deal with than the ghost in the temple; it doesn't seem to involve anything on the level of consciousness.

The restart is still being restricted by this old lady. We're so close to successfully suppressing it, we can't give up.

This is definitely a huge puzzle for Sadako, and we must try to solve it here.

After a brief moment of thought, and having mentally considered several possible solutions to suppress the fog and the supernatural place at the bottom of the well, Wang Liang looked up at the old woman.

"You can give it a try."

Looking at Wang Liang's calm gaze, the old woman was somewhat surprised and sighed.

“You young people are truly formidable. We two old folks are still alive, and the balance in this temple won’t be so easily broken. If you want to try, go ahead and give it a shot. I’ll open a door for you.”

"Open the second door from the right," Wang Liang said. "My ghost has arrived."

"Ok?"

The old woman's gaze flickered, and the black blood runes on the second stone door on the right turned into beads of blood that fell to the ground, causing the stone door to collapse with a crash.

Step, step.

A dense chorus of footsteps echoed through the passageway.

A chilling aura, different from that of the Ghost Well, and a strong smell of blood seeped in from outside the door, causing the old woman's eyes to widen slightly.

(End of this chapter)