Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 282 Got it
A chilling hissing sound kept coming from the air; it was the sound of the two kinds of mist eroding each other.

The slit-mouthed woman's demonic domain merged and spread into Sadako's demonic domain, and the blood mist suddenly seemed to solidify as it surged into the courtyard.

The white mist and dampness that had been barely holding on in the courtyard were instantly squeezed out, leaving only blood mist that enveloped the Ghost Well.

The wisps of white mist that had just emerged from the well walls and opening were swallowed up by the surrounding blood mist and had no ability to spread.

Wang Liang took a step forward and came to the well. He gripped the well wall with both hands, and strands of scarlet, viscous blood oozed from his palms and flowed down the cracks in the well wall.

No more white mist appeared where they passed, and even the mist at the wellhead thinned out.

Wang Liang also controlled the swirling blood mist around him, directing it all towards the well opening, where it plunged into the cold, damp well to corrode and undergo final suppression.

The well in the courtyard had been completely stained red with ghost blood by Wang Liang.

And in the passageway inside the well, the white mist and dampness emanating from the surrounding well walls were no longer present.

Instead, it was drops of ghostly blood, carrying a pungent smell, that slowly stained the well wall red from the opening into the depths.

Below is the area at the bottom of the well where Wang Liang first fell in.

Ahead lay a passage stained red with demon blood, where countless derivative Sadako figures stood stiffly like corpses.

Above is a cold, damp well wall passage, connecting to reality.

tick.

A drop of viscous blood dripped down from the dark, deep passageway in the well above, staining a patch of damp soil red.

Two drops, three drops.
It was as if a person was dismembering themselves at the mouth of a well above. Drops of blood dripped from the deep well wall, like a rain of blood, quickly removing the remaining dampness and breaking through the eerie pressure in the well, which gradually dissipated.

The circular well wall was stained red with blood, the stain extending from the top down to the last crack in the blue bricks at the bottom.

The Ghost Well no longer has the ability to generate more wells. Now, the only remaining well has been completely occupied by Wang Liang with ghost blood, severing the Ghost Well's connection with reality.

Swish.

Wang Liang, dressed in a black overcoat, appeared instantly at the bottom of the well with his hands in his pockets, his face indifferent, while a strange gurgling sound came from above.

Then a thick cloud of blood mist surged down from above, engulfing his figure.

Then, a huge wave of surging, cold blood crashed down from above, completely engulfing the bottom of the well and surging into the passage ahead, drowning one derivative Sadako after another.

The blood-red waves surged and washed over all parts of this eerie place at the bottom of the well.

Inside the stone chamber where the female corpse from the source of the suppression was located.

For more than ten minutes after Wang Liang left, Yang Jian gripped the coffin nails tightly in his hand, keeping a vigilant eye on the hanging female corpse and the old woman with her eyes closed below.

The stone chamber was deathly silent, with only the stench of blood in the air growing stronger with time.

But at that moment, the old woman kneeling on the ground suddenly moved and opened her eyes.

But the next moment, a crimson ghostly domain, so faintly blurred in the surroundings, instantly covered the entire stone chamber, but it could not cover the old woman's position.

"Don't be nervous, young man. It's good to be vigilant, but you should have noticed this," the old woman said in a hoarse voice.

Yang Jian frowned and remained silent, his ghost eye on his forehead staring intently at the old woman who was making a move, but another ghost eye that emerged from the back of his head scanned the remaining eight intact stone doors around him.

On the other eight stone doors, the runes outlined in black blood began to change one after another.

Drops of cold, black blood oozed from it, flowing between the lines, intensifying the eeriness of the stone gate.

"Hehe, that young man who came with you is very impressive. It's hard to imagine that such a person could appear in this era when the supernatural is just beginning to revive. Sigh, your country is always like this, there are always people who are at the forefront of the supernatural and stand at the forefront of the times."

The old woman chuckled hoarsely a few times, as if remembering someone, her tone tinged with regret. Black blood droplets fell from a nearby stone door, flowing down the ground and back into the old woman's body.

As a result, the stone door lost its magical power and collapsed on the spot, with a pungent smell of blood surging into the stone chamber from behind the door.

The entire passage was completely stained red, with blood-red mist drifting around, and strange, stiff figures appearing and disappearing in the mist.

A few seconds later, the old woman withdrew the supernatural object from the stone door.

The stone gate collapsed, and the passage behind it was also stained red with thick blood.

The third and fourth stone doors
After the last stone door collapsed, all nine stone doors on the walls surrounding the stone chamber collapsed, revealing passages completely stained red with blood. There was no muddy water or dampness, but the sound of churning water could be faintly heard.

Step, step.

Footsteps approached from one of the passages, and the ghost blood that had originally stopped near the stone gate in all nine passages began to wriggle into the stone chamber as the footsteps drew near, covering the floor, walls, and ceiling of the chamber, which were covered by bluish-black pebbles.

"Teacher Wong."

Seeing the figure emerge from a blood-red passage, Yang Jian's tense body relaxed slightly.

He was alone in a stone chamber with a terrifying old man. Although the other man seemed to be well-intentioned, he couldn't trust him because of it, and he felt a lot of pressure.

Wang Liang took the coffin nails handed to him by Yang Jian and walked forward.

"Incredible! You can use the supernatural like this. I can sense that you're close to success." A smile appeared on the old woman's wrinkled face.

As Wang Liang approached, the ghostly blood flowing beneath his feet also seeped into the last area beneath the female corpse, where the old woman was located.

"I've imprisoned this ghost."

As soon as he finished speaking, the coffin nail in Wang Liang's hand disappeared instantly, and with a thud, it nailed into the head of the hanging female corpse, forcibly sending her flying and nailing her into the blood-stained wall behind her.

Centipedes and leeches crawled down from the old woman, wrapped themselves around her body, and mysteriously burrowed into her body.

The old woman stiffly rose from her kneeling position and, without hesitation, stepped onto the surface of the blood spreading behind her, clearing the last patch of land.

As the ghost blood covered the last small gap in the ground, a rumbling sound rang out from all around.

The nine passages connecting the stone chamber were rapidly collapsing, revealing a deep, bewildering void.

This collapse spread from the crisscrossing passages at the bottom of the well to this last stone chamber.

"Young man, let's meet outside."

The old woman in the hunting robe smiled and nodded at Wang Liang. Transparent, cold worms emerged from her aged face, and then her entire body scattered from the inside out into worms that fell onto the ghost blood.

The worms that fell to the ground struggled and trembled a few times before quickly dying on the ghost blood and sinking to the bottom.

"Did it succeed?"

The old woman disappeared, the bottom of the well collapsed, and Yang Jian smiled on his half-disfigured face, completely unconcerned about the rapidly collapsing scene around him.

"Solved. I got the ghost I wanted."

[Strangeness Level: 91%]

[A suppressed vengeful spirit has been detected, capable of becoming a piece of Sadako's puzzle. Do you/can you control it?]

A flicker of fervor flashed in Wang Liang's eyes, beneath his seemingly indifferent face.

We've finally got our hands on this obvious S-class supernatural puzzle piece: Sadako!

(End of this chapter)