Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 297 Ye Zhen Taking the Blade
Under Ye Zhen's relentless attacks, the slit-mouthed woman's tall figure instantly detached from Wang Liang's body and stood in front of him.

The intense chill emanating from his body interrupted Ye Zhen's punching motion, causing him to stagger back several steps.

"Very good, phase two!"

Ye Zhen shouted excitedly and charged forward again.

The flesh on his fist had completely disappeared, revealing hideous and cold black bones.

Moreover, the blackness on his hand was still eroding downwards, and had already eroded half of Ye Zhen's arm. This was a sign of the vengeful ghost's resurgence.

However, the closer the vengeful spirit is to full resurrection, the higher the supernatural power it can exert.

Ye Zhen once again unleashed a flurry of punches with both hands, causing the towering ghostly body of the Cracked-Mouth Woman to tremble slightly and show signs of being pushed back.

But this time, Wang Liang controlled the Slit-Mouthed Woman and grabbed Ye Zhen's wrists with both hands, terrifyingly suppressing the supernatural invasion.

Ye Zhen's expression changed, as he felt the fierce ghosts in his fists quickly subside, making it impossible for him to break free.

"Ye Zhen," Wang Liang suddenly called out.

Ye Zhen subconsciously looked up and met Wang Liang's gaze, but the next second...

puff.

Sadako's pale, grotesque arm burst open one of Ye Zhen's eyeballs, which suddenly spurted out, the blood splattering out clearly visible on the pale arm.

Moreover, the ghost's arm joints were abnormally twisted, and it grabbed Ye Zhen's neck from behind, starting from his eyes.

Another strange and supernatural invasion occurred, and Ye Zhen's only remaining eyeball trembled eerily. Then, as if melting away, it turned into a pool of blackish-red blood, flowing down the dark eye socket.

Suppression, Sadako's invasion, the demon gouging out eyes.

Three more supernatural attacks struck, and Ye Zhen's body went limp on the spot.

Sadako, gripping Ye Zhen's neck, exerted incredible force; her shiny black nails pierced into the flesh of Ye Zhen's neck as if piercing through a sheet of paper.

With a cracking sound of bones breaking, Ye Zhen's cervical vertebrae were fractured and shattered, and his head tilted to the side and drooped down.

With a flick of her wrist, the slit-mouthed woman slammed Ye Zhen into a building on the side of the street. The wall collapsed with a crash, and the dust and smoke that rose up buried the unrecognizable Ye Zhen.

The two fought again in less than ten seconds. The ground was littered with the corpses that Ye Zhen had chopped up at the beginning. The survivors on the street screamed in terror. They hadn't run far, only a few dozen meters away from here.

But Wang Liang killed Ye Zhen again and threw him out.

Among the people fleeing with their backs turned in the distance, and those drifting away unaware of the truth, the dozen or so closest to this place simultaneously had their heads tilted to the side, their necks suddenly shattered.

Then, the eyes of dozens of people suddenly exploded, splattering a string of blood, while the other silently turned into blood that flowed down, its body rapidly rotting and dying.

Large numbers of people collapsed to the ground like dominoes, turning the area into a dead-end street in an instant.

"Though I, Ye, have suffered a setback, I am not defeated! I will rise from the ashes and fight on, never to die again!"

Ye Zhen roared and appeared in mid-air. Cracks appeared above his head, from which sunlight streamed down, making him look like a god.

"Still not convinced?" Wang Liang asked, looking up.

Ye Zhen stood in the air and waved his hand: "I'm not convinced! I, Ye, have always been a man of integrity and uprightness. How could I submit to anyone? Little Wang, let go!"

"They still have time for special effects; it seems the pressure isn't too great." Cut!
A sound like a shattering mirror rang out, and simultaneously, a cold, black crack appeared on the faces of Wang Liang and Ye Zhen.

As soon as Ye Zhen moved his hand, countless black cracks suddenly covered his entire body.

It made him look like a porcelain doll, as if he would shatter at the slightest movement, with even his eyeballs filled with tiny black cracks.

Ye Zhen's eyes twitched involuntarily.

puff.

Large amounts of blood splattered in the air, and Ye Zhen, who had just been standing in the sunlight, was instantly shattered into countless pieces in mid-air, scattered all over the ground.

Wang Liang's body was also covered with black cracks, but as a dense, blurry gray light flashed across his body, all the black cracks disappeared.

Ye Zhen was mangled all over the ground, but the pile of flesh on the ground emanated a cold aura. Then, it began to writhe rapidly and strangely, piecing together Ye Zhen's complete appearance, panting as he stood in place.

At the same time, not only on this nearly deserted street, but thousands of people in this entire urban area were simultaneously reduced to ashes, leaving only silence.

Wang Liang slowly said, "Scapegoat, what a fitting name. What would happen if we were cut off from reality?"

As Sadako's demonic aura opened, the surrounding environment instantly faded, enveloped in a gray-white hue, as if it had been stuffed entirely into an old, faded portrait.

When Wang Liang mentioned scapegoats, Ye Zhen felt a chill run down her spine and forced a smile:
"I do not know what you're talking about."

Before Ye Zhen could say anything more, the colors around them faded away, and wisps of mist appeared around him and Wang Liang, quickly becoming thicker and making it impossible for Ye Zhen to see Wang Liang anymore.

The thick fog carried an eerie, damp feeling that sent chills down Ye Zhen's spine, causing him to frown.

As the fog thickened and the humidity increased, an invisible sense of oppression also appeared on Ye Zhen, making him feel a sense of crisis. What he feared most was oppression.

Ye Zhen immediately drew his sword from his waist, swung it forward, and shouted.

"Disperse!"

The surrounding fog was suddenly blown away by a strange, cold wind, but the humidity in the air did not decrease at all; in fact, it became even more intense.

Ye Zhen discovered that there was no streetlight or moonlight in sight; only pitch-black darkness enveloped the area.

Ye Zhen could see in the dark, but after the fog dissipated, he was slightly taken aback because the scene he saw was no longer the real street, and the cement ground under his feet had turned into muddy soil.

In reality, a gray-white ghostly realm covered an area, thick fog enveloped the streets, and the streets were littered with corpses. Not a single living person could be found in a small part of the city.

Wang Liang and Ye Zhen's figures had disappeared from reality, and only an ancient well with blue bricks shrouded in white mist appeared strangely in the middle of the street.

The haunted place at the bottom of the well

Ye Zhen stood there, looking up at the deep darkness above.

Looking ahead, he saw that the area was surrounded by blue brick walls, with only one passage leading to it. It was deep and dark, but his lips twitched slightly at that moment.

Because the passage was filled with countless white-clad female ghosts, all looking the same, with long black hair covering their faces, and exuding a cold and eerie aura.

Although his black hair was disheveled and his eyes were not visible, Ye Zhen could sense that he was being targeted by the group of female ghosts.

A single female ghost is no big deal to Ye Zhen, but there are just too many of them!
Looking at it, you can't see the end at all; it extends into the depths of the passage, which is of unknown depth.

Hundreds? Thousands? Or more?
(End of this chapter)