Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 283 Blockade
Wang Liang threw the female corpse, which was nailed to the coffin, into a golden box, where it sank into ghost blood, without immediately refining it on the spot.

The location is wrong; the Ghost Well has been completely suppressed, and the world at the bottom of the well, which is maintained by supernatural forces and resembles a supernatural place, is collapsing.

Although the old woman dispersed into strange worms and disappeared here, she seems to have restarted elsewhere in an alternative way.

But Wang Liang still didn't want to reveal here that he could instantly control vengeful spirits, especially S-level ones.

This is no small puzzle; it instantly controls this level of terrifying and vengeful spirit.

Yang Jian is one thing, but if the old woman can still notice this place and discover this point...

His initially good attitude might quickly turn sour, potentially attracting all the surviving old folks in the island nation to attack him.

After all, the secrets hidden within are too tempting.

"Walk."

Wang Liang appeared beside Yang Jian, grabbed his shoulder, and together they sank into the ghost blood beneath their feet.

After they disappeared, this last space was completely transformed into an invisible, chilling aura, and collapsed entirely, leaving only a deep darkness that could easily cause one to lose their way.

In the ghost temple,
In the small courtyard where the Ghost Well was located, a blood mist shrouded the area. The well, which was completely stained red with ghost blood, suddenly collapsed into pieces of rubble, which quickly faded and disappeared.

In the end, not even a pit was left; the land was flat, as if there had never been a bottomless well here before.

Thick drops of blood dripped from the dense blood mist, pooling on the ground.

Wang Liang and Yang Jian's figures slowly rose from the pool of blood and appeared in reality.

As Yang Jian stepped onto solid ground, the bloodstains on his clothes seemed to come alive, gradually peeling off and turning into blood mist that blended into the surrounding blood fog, leaving no trace on his clothes.

Wang Liang waved his hand, and the blood mist over the temple and the mountain quickly faded and dissipated.

Now that Ghost Well is imprisoned, all the fog has disappeared, leaving only Ghost Temple, a solitary temple, sitting atop the mountain, but without a trace of fog.

After briefly explaining the situation of the Ghost Temple to Yang Jian, Yang Jian frowned and said:

"It seems that the Ghost Temple is much harder to imprison than the Ghost Well. Supernatural phenomena involving consciousness are very troublesome, and I have no way to deal with them."

Wang Liang nodded and said, "That's right, but we've already got the ghost I wanted. Don't forget our real purpose. We're not really here to deal with paranormal events for the island nation. Helping them dismember an S-class paranormal entity is enough."

Furthermore, the intelligence provided by the island nation is seriously inaccurate. This isn't even a simple S-class paranormal event; it's a complex incident involving two S-class vengeful spirits combined. Coming here without real strength is suicide. We should demand an explanation from them.

“That’s right, we should get an explanation,” Yang Jian agreed.

“Let’s go, let’s get out of here,” Wang Liang said.

"Where is that old woman? Could she have gone to find that old man in the main hall?"

"Just go and take a look and you will know."

The two followed the side alley to the main hall area, and sure enough, they saw an old woman dressed in a Japanese hunting robe kneeling in front of the main hall. She opened her eyes when she saw the two of them.

"Young people, you've arrived." The old woman nodded to the two of them, her attitude very friendly.

"Are you going to stay here?" Wang Liang asked.

The old woman chuckled hoarsely, "Yes, I can feel that I don't have much time left to live, so there's no point in going out. Now that I don't have to keep using my supernatural powers to restrict that well, I should be able to live a little longer than the old man inside."

"Heh, if he dies, I'll go in and take his place, continuing to keep this ghost of the temple under control."

"Is that so? You and that old man inside are more pleasing to the eye than the people outside, and you deserve respect. This temple is difficult to deal with, so we'll take our leave," Wang Liang nodded. He could handle the Ghost Well, but the Ghost Temple was something he truly couldn't manage.

The blood mist he just spread out, enveloping the mountain peaks and invading the temple, was actually trying to suppress the white mist of the Ghost Well while also trying to suppress the temple itself.

The white mist dissipated at the slightest touch, but this temple, which was part of the ghost temple and its fierce spirits, only became slightly faint in some places, as if it were about to disappear, but that was all.

Apart from that, nothing else changed. Sadako's demonic aura could not suppress this temple; it could only resist it to a certain extent.

Even S-class ghosts have differences; the Ghost Temple is far more terrifying than the Ghost Well.

The attack on the ghost well wasn't actually that terrifying, at least not for him or the old woman from the island nation. The main problem lay in the fact that it caused immense harm and was difficult to detain.

But the Ghost Temple is different; it poses a significant threat to him.

The stone statues were dealt with, but the temple could not suppress the chanting, and the chanting in the main hall was also a problem.

Freddy's terrifying power couldn't withstand the onslaught of chanting, though it did manage to prevent his consciousness from being brainwashed and controlled by the chanting.

It was able to catch up and, relying on a supernatural restraint, dismembered the Buddha statue in the dream.

However, this was not enough to directly suppress the vengeful ghost. The Buddha recovered very quickly, demonstrating its healing ability in the dream, and it was probably close to restarting the ghost dream.

Perhaps like Yang Jian's father dealing with Gui Meng, ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times.

Spending months here dissecting the Buddha statue can completely suppress the chanting of sutras into silence.

But, on what grounds?
That would require him to waste several months, or even longer, in the island nation, and only solve the problem of chanting, not the entire ghost temple. It's not worth it.

Moreover, he wasn't really interested in dealing with supernatural events for the island nation. The starving ghost had to be imprisoned, and the ghost well was a large puzzle piece of Sadako.

As for the Ghost Temple, it's uncertain whether it can be controlled by ghosts in movies and TV shows, and the time and cost involved are too great, so it's not worth staying any longer.

Solving the ghost well is enough to appease the exorcism society; it saves them face.

"Alas, if they have offended us in any way, please forgive them for the sake of us two old folks. We beg you." The old woman bowed slightly.

"As long as no one's brain-dead, I'm pretty easy to talk to. I'm leaving."

Without saying much, a flash of gray light, and Wang Liang and Yang Jian disappeared from the main hall.

After the two left, the old woman slowly closed her eyes, knelt down in front of the main hall, and sat there like a gatekeeper.

Only the stone statues of the princes, facing each other, remain here, enveloped in a cold and lonely atmosphere.

Outside the Ghost Temple, Wang Liang and Yang Jian stood at the gate.

"So we're just leaving like this?" Yang Jian asked.

"Since we've already taken this order, we should at least do some superficial work to appease them," Wang Liang said.

The two disappeared from the spot and appeared high in the sky, enveloped by the ghostly domain.

Wang Liang extended the demonic domain of Sadako over a large area, enveloping the entire mountain peak.

A faded, gray world enveloped the area. Wang Liang spread his arms high in the sky, exerting all his control over the ghost realm, distorting its shape and influencing reality.

The faded ghostly domain enveloped an area spanning several kilometers, including the mountain peaks. The ground rumbled as if an earthquake had struck, and chunks of land cracked open, with loose rocks flying into the sky.

(End of this chapter)