Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 284 Hidden dangers
A large number of soil and rocks were controlled by an invisible force to recombine in the air, gather and piece together, and build a thick earthen wall around the mountaintop.

Earthen walls surround the mountaintop, forming a spherical roof that completely blocks out the sunlight, plunging the temple on the mountaintop into darkness.

The deafening roar of the earthquake subsided.

From a distance, the mountain peak where the Ghost Temple is located looks like it has a huge sphere of earth on top, and its overall shape looks like a pawn in chess.

At the foot of the mountain, the ground sank down, and all the soil and rocks flew to the top, leaving only a gully that was hundreds of meters wide and tens of meters deep.

"Tsk, the Ghost Domain can be used like this?" Yang Jian exclaimed in amazement as he watched from the sky.

"This is one way to use the Ghost Domain. You'll get the hang of it after using it a lot. To achieve this, the range of the Ghost Domain is more important than its strength. You can do it too."

Wang Liang lowered his hand, looked at the mountaintop surrounded by earthen balls, and nodded. This way, the Ghost Temple could be sealed off more securely.

Without the fog obscuring the view, the stone statues in the temple were directly exposed to the sunlight, and you could see the temple from a high point in the distance with binoculars.

Although the indestructible stone statues are facing each other in conflict, it's hard to say what might happen in the future.

Now, the spherical earthen wall can't block out the supernatural, but it's enough to block the view.

Without the chanting, the stone statues have little ability to move on their own; they can only petrify each other by making eye contact, thus spreading the supernatural.

As long as the chanting in the main hall goes smoothly, the ghost temple, without the ghost well and the petrification spread from the stone statues, is essentially devoid of its ability to spread, greatly reducing its harm.

"The matter with the island nation is now settled. I'll go see Mishima again. You go back to Da'an City and check on Wang Shanshan's situation," Wang Liang said, turning to Yang Jian.

"By the way, don't get involved with Zhao Xiaoya. The wishing ghost is now with Zhao Xiaoya. If you become Zhao Xiaoya's 'acquaintance,' you will become the price for her to grant her wishes in the future, and you can't afford that price now."

"I understand, then I'll be going, Teacher Wang."

Yang Jian nodded in agreement. He did indeed want to see Wang Shanshan as soon as possible, since she was a classmate and there was also the ghost child, both of whom deserved his attention.

After saying that, he transformed into a streak of red light and sped towards Da'an City.

Wang Liang's ghostly domain enveloped the mountain peak. After taking a few more glances and confirming that everything was alright, he transformed into a gray meteor and streaked towards Osaka.

Several kilometers away, dozens of drones were scattered in the air, but they have not moved for a long time now.

At several locations in Ueda City, Nagano, staff members of the exorcism organization sat frozen in their seats, staring at the screens.

In one of the outposts, Wang Ye stared at the screen, looking at the footage transmitted by the drone, his mouth slightly agape, his expression somewhat dazed.

After a silence of more than ten seconds, one of the staff members inside the tent subconsciously murmured:
"A miracle!"

A single sentence shattered the silence, and everyone present watched with burning eyes as the person on the screen vanished in two streaks of light.

"What incredible power this is!"

"The gray ghost realm, I know, this is Mr. Wang's ghost realm!"

"Can a Ghost Tamer really do this much? This... this can actually have a wide-ranging impact on reality and transform nature. What's the difference between this and a god?"

"That's a man who can solve S-class paranormal cases, how could he be an ordinary ghost tamer?"

A staff member excitedly told Wang Ye, "Team leader! The fog on the mountain has all disappeared! So has the fog in the temple. The drone just successfully captured images of the temple. Although the photos are blurry, due to the supernatural influence, some parts of the scene are still visible."

Wang Ye snapped back to reality, staring intently at the screen, his mind a jumble of emotions.

'What exactly happened? The temple is still there, and there are still supernatural phenomena affecting the drone's filming, but the fog shrouding the mountain has completely dissipated! This seems like a good thing; it's a major development in an S-level paranormal event! Wang Liang, what exactly did Mr. Wang do?!'

Looking at the mountain peak topped with a stone ball on the screen, Wang Ye took a deep breath.

In any case, the fact remains that the fog has dissipated, which means that the eeriness of the haunted temple has been weakened!
Add to that the stone spheres and the ravines at the foot of the mountain, and it's as if divine intervention created this barrier.

The fog was so thick before that it almost spread from the mountain into the city, but now all that's left is a mound of earth on the mountaintop.

Even if this incident isn't resolved, it will certainly be safer and more stable than before!
"Quickly notify President Mishima! Never mind, I'll do it myself! This is amazing good news, hahaha!" Wang Ye laughed loudly.

While the members of the exorcism society were overjoyed, some time earlier, in a place unnoticed by anyone, a faint chanting sound drifted from the deepest depths of the earth to the surface, lingering in the deserted city streets.

However, after the city fell, because it was too close to the Ghost Temple, no one moved in anymore, and only a few exorcism groups' monitoring posts were located here.

However, after the chanting reached the ground, it did not reach the urban areas where the several strongholds were located, but rather in the area near the edge of the city.

The invisible, intangible, and only audible chanting of scriptures drifted through the area for a while, but no living person was found.

But as if sensing something, the invisible chanting drifted out along the city's border and into the deep mountains.

The chanting of sutras crossed the mountain rivers with astonishing speed, and soon, a man's figure appeared among the mountains.

It was a man carrying a backpack and wearing travel clothes, hiking in the desolate mountains. He was struggling through the forest where there wasn't even a proper path.

"Phew, where have I been? Why haven't I gotten out yet?"

The man wiped the sweat from his forehead, took out a bottle of water from his bag, carefully took a sip, and then put it away.

"Keep going, keep walking in one direction, you'll eventually find your way out. Hey, that's a challenge too!"

The man roused himself, gave himself a few words of encouragement, and continued his journey through the mountains and forests.

But just then, a strange chanting sound, indistinct and seemingly both distant and close at hand, rang in his ears.

"Huh? This is it?"

The man was puzzled, wondering if he had heatstroke. How could he possibly hear such strange sounds in the mountains?

He stopped and listened carefully.

"It sounds like the sound of monks chanting sutras. It doesn't seem like a hallucination. Is there a temple nearby? That's great!"

The man's eyes lit up with joy. After walking for several days, he had finally come across a place with human presence. He immediately tried to follow the sound.

But his feet didn't move, and his upper body tilted down, but he couldn't fall completely down, and his calves felt sore from being tense.

The man quickly stood up straight, looked down, and his eyes revealed an overwhelming fear.

His feet had somehow turned to stone, and the strange petrification was spreading upwards from his feet.

It corroded his calves and thighs, and even his clothes were turned to stone wherever it went.

"no no!"

The petrification was swift; the man only had time to scream in terror a few times before most of his body was petrified.

The man stretched his hands toward the sky, his face contorted in terror, and petrification rapidly spread throughout his body, freezing this final movement.

The eerie chanting sounds still lingered nearby, seemingly both near and far.

Under such chanting, the man, who had been petrified into a stone statue, stiffly moved, his outstretched hands awkwardly retracting, and even his petrified expression became calm.

The stone statue walked forward step by step, its body seemingly very heavy, leaving pits in the soil.

It was unclear where they were going, but as the stone statue took a step, the shadowy image of a temple gradually appeared behind it, solidifying little by little.

Suddenly, the chanting that had been lingering all around stopped abruptly, and the stone statue abruptly stopped in its tracks.

The temple phantom behind them, which was about to solidify, seemed to lose its power to maintain itself, and faded away again, disappearing into the mountains.

Everything returned to calm, except that deep in the mountains, under a large tree, there was now a motionless stone statue.

His petrified eyes were wide open, staring calmly at the empty space ahead.

(End of this chapter)