Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 285 You're Not Honest (Part 2)

Osaka, Shulingshe.

President Mishima sat in an office with Wang Xin standing beside him. The two stared in astonishment at a computer on the table, which was displaying drone surveillance data sent from the base in Nagano.

"President, the fog on the mountain and in the temple has disappeared. Mr. Wang has succeeded in further restricting the haunted temple. Such a method of containment is simply incredible."

Wang Xin stared at the spherical mountaintop on the screen, his face filled with astonishment, speechless.

In his mind, whether it was a ghost tamer, a vengeful ghost, or even a terrifying S-class vengeful ghost, their supernatural manifestations were mainly manifested in sealing off and killing people on a large scale.

Just like Tokyo, even after experiencing an S-class paranormal event, the city suffered heavy casualties.

But in the end, it only left a city almost dead and ghost town, but the city is still there, and most of the buildings are still intact.

The buildings and streets were in disarray due to the chaos caused by people dying, but the extent of urban destruction was not significant.

However, what Wang Liang is currently displaying is a terrifying aspect of the supernatural. This is the first time Wang Xin has witnessed the power of a ghost tamer to transform the real environment on a large scale.

The collapse of the land and the transformation of mountains are, in some ways, more awe-inspiring than the swift killing of hundreds or thousands of people.

Before the emergence of supernatural phenomena, if the power to move mountains and fill seas was exerted by one person, that person would be regarded as a god by the people.

Mishima's expression was also shaken; he stared at the screen, his eyes flickering.

'How did this happen? Was it a demonic domain? The previous generation—Tama, Tano, Sakamoto, and Daishi—all had demonic domains, but they couldn't transform mountains to this extent. This isn't just a matter of the extent of the demonic domain's influence.'

Swish.

The colors in the conference room faded completely, as if it had been encased in a funeral portrait, a deathly gray and desolate scene.

The gray-white screen flashed by, and the office returned to normal, but a figure had already silently sat down opposite Mishima's desk, looking at him indifferently.

“Mr. Wang.” Wang Xin was the first to react and quickly bowed.

Mishima was slightly taken aback when he saw Wang Liang, who had disappeared from the screen, reappear here just seconds later.

But he quickly stood up, put on a respectful smile, left the table, and went to Wang Liang's side.

"Wang Liangsang, you're back! I've seen what's happening at the Ghost Temple. The mist that was about to spread out from the foot of the mountain has now completely disappeared, along with the entire interior of the temple. Wang Liangsang's abilities certainly don't disappoint. I wonder what the current situation is?"

The thick fog on the mountain disappeared, and Mishima breathed a sigh of relief. A month ago, it was this strange fog that suddenly spread from the mountaintop to the entire mountain, which made him worry about it ever since, fearing that an S-class incident would break out again, which is why he swallowed his pride and asked Wang Liang for help.

The fog had now disappeared, which solved his biggest worry, but the temple's supernatural presence seemed to persist. The vengeful ghost hadn't been imprisoned; it was still sealed off, only now the seal was even more secure.

Wang Liang did not get up, remaining seated in his chair, his cold gaze sweeping over Mishima, causing Mishima to stiffen and sense an impending doom.

"Mishima, you're not being honest."

Wang Liang's cold tone startled Mishima, and Wang Xin, who was standing to the side, bowed but did not straighten up, pretending to be dead.

"Wang Liang-san, what are you saying?" A bead of cold sweat rolled down Mishima's forehead.

"Two things, but you only said one thing for me to do. Is this the sincerity of the Exorcism Society?"

Mishima looked puzzled, opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Wang Liang continued with a cold smile:

"Ghost Temple, codenamed Ghost Well, hehe, you probably already realized it, didn't you? There are actually two terrifying ghosts in this S-class paranormal event! Ghost Temple and Ghost Well, two S-class ghosts!"
The complexity of an S-class paranormal event involving multiple ghosts is incomparable to an S-class paranormal event involving a single ghost. If I didn't have some strength, I would be in serious trouble.

"what?!"

Mishima looked stunned, and his back instantly became soaked with sweat. One S-class ghost was terrifying enough, but he really didn't know that there were actually two terrifying ghosts in this S-class paranormal event.

"President! A ghostly aura just enveloped us during an exorcism!"

A burly ghost tamer with ferocious tattoos on his bare arms rushed anxiously through the door into the meeting room.

Upon seeing an extra person in the conference room, President Mishima stood obediently to the side.

The man's face had just shown a look of surprise, and before he could even see who was sitting with their back to him, a tall, cold, and menacing female corpse with a split mouth suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his view, grabbing his neck, and lifting him up.

A bone-chilling coldness seeped into the man's body through the woman's large hand, suppressing the vengeful spirit that was about to be unleashed within him.

They even completely cut off contact, making it impossible to sense anything, leaving the man hanging in mid-air like an ordinary person, his face ashen.

No, it was even worse. His body was stiff and cold, making it difficult for him to even struggle or move. He could only wait for his life force to rapidly diminish.

Seeing the demon tamer below instantly suppressed, Mishima's expression changed, and he quickly tried to dissuade him:
"Wang Liangsang, please don't take action! There must be some misunderstanding here!"

The slit-mouthed woman flung the male demon tamer out of the conference room, and the conference room door slammed shut automatically.

"Cough cough."

The male ghost tamer, who had been thrown out, lay on the ground, coughed a few times, and caught his breath. He was able to sense the vengeful spirit within him again.

Most of the ordinary staff members of the exorcism society in the outer room, seeing him, a ghost tamer, being thrown out like a dead dog, stood up in terror and backed away.

"Yasuda! How are you? What happened?!"

Satake Saki, the female demon tamer in another room, quickly came over to help Yasuda.

"Ahem, yes, Wang Liang, he's in the president's office. The president is in danger, cough."

"Mr. Wang? How could that be?"

Satake looked bewildered, but quickly got up to pull the office door open, though he couldn't.

Drops of scarlet blood seeped from the surface of the wooden door, and the chilling aura emanating from it made Satake take a few steps back with a grim expression, not daring to push the door open again.

Inside the office, as the walls and ceiling gradually seeped out chilling ghost blood, the eerie atmosphere in the room grew increasingly heavy. Mishima stood frozen in place, but quickly said:
“Wang Liangsang, this must be a misunderstanding. I really didn’t know that the Ghost Temple was actually composed of two S-class vengeful ghosts. The file I showed you is really all the records in the Exorcism Society.”

I really hope you can resolve this matter and address the potential crisis facing the island nation. How could you possibly hide the fact that it was Kimura? That guy must have deleted the relevant information before he died.

The original plan to imprison the vengeful spirits by that team was completely deleted. If there are any records of two S-rank vengeful spirits involved, it must have been deleted by Kimura, the previous president. I really don't know anything about it.

Wang Liang waved his hand to stop Mishima from speaking, and said coldly:

“What’s done is done, and I’ve taken the risk. The mist on that mountain belongs to Ghost Well, which I’ve now imprisoned, and Ghost Temple has been sealed off. I won’t go there again. Mishima, what do you suggest we do next?”

"what?!"

Mishima looked at Wang Liang with a mixture of surprise and delight. Although he had expected it, he was still astonished that the other party had managed to imprison one of the two terrifying ghosts in this complex S-level supernatural event despite the severe lack of information.

When Wang Liang said he would no longer concern himself with the Ghost Temple, Mishima dared not voice any objections. With the last S-class vengeful ghost sealed off like this, the other party had already done enough. "Rest assured!" Mishima bowed deeply. "In this matter, the Exorcism Society will compensate you with another 100 tons of gold, making a total of 200 tons of gold for you, Wang Liang."

We will also disclose the truth about the ghost temple and ghost well incident to the international community. We will not conceal anything and will not affect your reputation, Mr. Wang. If you have any other needs, we can discuss them.

Including these two hundred tons, it means that the island nation will have to give Wang Liang a total of three hundred tons of gold.

Even after the supernatural outbreak and the discovery that gold could imprison evil spirits, countries have increased their mining of underground gold, but this is still a serious drain on the national treasury of island nations.

But Mishima dared not have any other thoughts at this moment. The mistake was indeed their incorrect information. Now, appeasing the powerful demon tamer in front of them was the most urgent task.

At this moment, Mishima hated no one else but Kimura, that damned bastard who deleted files. He was determined to dig that guy out of his grave and hang him on the pillar of shame!

Such a sinner does not deserve to be buried in the exorcism shrine's burial ground!
Da, da.
Wang Liang tapped his fingers randomly on the table, and the room fell silent. After more than ten seconds, he spoke again:

"Including the over-birth incident, 100 tons were sent to Dachang City, and another 200 tons were sent to Da'an City."

“Yes!” Mishima replied immediately.

"Also, I want ghost porcelain," Wang Liang said.

“Yes, twenty pieces of ghost porcelain will be ready immediately,” Mishima said without hesitation.

The number of ghost porcelain pieces in the company is not small, but it's not many either. Twenty pieces already make up the majority, which is considered a significant expense.

But Wang Liang turned and stared into Mishima's eyes, calmly saying:
"What I want is the origin of the Ghost Porcelain."

Mishima suddenly raised his head, his expression changing drastically.

"Wang Liangsang, this..."

"no?"

Wang Liang spoke calmly, but the chilling atmosphere and the stench of blood in the air grew stronger.

Mishima even felt the chill in the air subtly eroding his body, giving him goosebumps and a slight numbness. Drops of blood seeped from the ground beneath his feet, swirling around him.

"Wang Liang-san, this really won't work," Mishima said bitterly.

Before Wang Liang could speak, he quickly explained, "It's not that I don't want to take it, it's just that I really have no choice. The source of the ghost porcelain is not in the hands of the Exorcism Society."

Wang Liang frowned: "What do you mean?"

Mishima said bitterly, "Every month, an old man delivers fifteen pieces of ghost porcelain to the society. But that person isn't a member of the exorcism society. He comes and goes mysteriously, we can't communicate with him, and we can't track him down. He possesses a ghost domain stronger than any of our members, and he's an extremely powerful ghost tamer, but we can't find out his identity."

Wang Liang tapped the table lightly with his fingers without saying a word, but after a few seconds he suddenly raised his hand and tapped Mishima's forehead.

A chill crept up Wang Liang's fingertips and invaded Mishima's brain, leaving Mishima stunned.

But suddenly, Wang Liang's fingers were as if they had been bounced away from Mishima's forehead.

Mishima was momentarily dazed, then shook his head, regaining his senses, still unaware of what had happened.

Wang Liang withdrew his finger, and Mishima's brain was protected by some kind of powerful supernatural force, preventing him from directly invading his memories.

Forcing a breakthrough is possible, but Mishima's memories can only be obtained incompletely, and Mishima will likely become an idiot due to the conflict between the two supernatural beings in his mind, unable to recover.

“In that case, I’ll take half of the ghost porcelain that the Exorcism Society receives each month,” Wang Liang said.

Upon regaining consciousness and hearing these words, Mishima's expression turned somewhat grim, revealing hesitation and inner conflict. Finally, he said:

“Wang Liang-san, I’m just the president. Such a request is more difficult than gold. It’s just too much. If I agree, my subordinates will overthrow me as president, and the new president won’t be able to agree to such a request either.”

After hesitating for a moment, Mishima gritted his teeth and said, "At most, I can only take out three items per month. Three items is enough to convince my subordinates that no one will have any objections."

"Heh, then so be it. Don't disappoint me, Mishima, otherwise who knows what might happen to the island nation in the future."

"Yes, please don't worry," Mishima said, bowing.

After waiting for more than ten seconds without receiving a reply, Mishima looked up and found that the chair in front of him was empty.

The strange blood that had seeped from the walls and floor of the room had also disappeared.

Mishima straightened up expressionlessly. Wang Xin, who was behind him, cautiously leaned closer and whispered:

"President."

"Not a single word of what we just talked about is to be revealed."

"Hi."

Mishima sighed, walked to the office door, and pushed it open.

"President!"

"Are you alright, boss?"

Five demon tamers were standing outside; they were all from the Mishima faction.

Two of them were Yasuda and Satake, and the other three were people the two of them quickly called in from within the company to provide support.

Seeing that President Mishima was safe and sound, the group breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that no major conflict had occurred. They didn't want to fight that terrifying man. Didn't they see that Yasuda was instantly killed without even having a chance to fight back?
"Mr. Wang has returned from Nagano. There's more to the Ghost Temple incident than meets the eye. Yasuda, listen carefully: immediately reveal the truth about the Ghost Temple to the international community. This matter is actually..."

Mishima explained the truth about the Ghost Temple to the group and asked them to prepare the various resources they had just discussed with Wang Liang.

After explaining everything, he looked at the dispersing crowd and sighed.

Hopefully, I did the right thing; it was the only thing I could do.

Da'an City
A long streak of gray light swept into the city from afar and landed above the Dual-Animal Home.

With a sweep of his Ghost Domain, Wang Liang confirmed that Zhao Xiaoya and the others were living in several villas on the edge of the villa area, and that no one else lived in the surrounding area.

Zhao Xiaoya's relatives, who had been brainwashed by Wang Liang, have been staying there for the past two days, taking care of her and trying to persuade her with affection and gentle words not to go out and play, but to stay obediently in that area.

No one else will approach that area; Xu Yin and Zhang San are in charge of this.

Wang Liang's previous task for Zhao Xiaoya's relatives was to have Zhao Xiaoya attend online classes after they settled in.

The primary online course is
Moral and legal education in primary schools.

(End of this chapter)